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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:37 pm
The outside is always changing colors with the dreams the kids are having inside the cabin. On the inside, the beds are the softest of all and the pillows seem to lure you into a dream. There's incense in all four corners of the room. Five bunks are spaced out around the room and there are also two trunks and two dressers on either side. A Lethe tree sits outside of the cabin and a branch reaches in and drips Lethe into a ceramic bowl below it. Lethe drains your memory.
Cabin Counselor:
Mika Senea
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 7:56 pm
ɱ ɨ ҝ α ɛ ɇ и ɇ α (outfit)L e txm exr e a dxy o uxaxs t o r y It was a cruel cruel world for them little boys and girls, where mean nasty people want to have them for their own. Hurt them. Use them. Kill them. Take them, never to come back. It was sick. It was a nightmare. And that's why, to her, reality was the nightmare. And nightmares she is afraid, are just simply dreams. So that must mean the dreams are reality, is it not? Mika thinks like that. And perhaps it's like a game. Mika had always been the odd child in the family. She hadn't known her actual parents and never cared to learn about them. Instead she was adopted by a kind old lady, but had many other siblings all while being the middle child and while having a drunk as a fostor dad. But she remained quiet. It was the safest and best thing to do in her point of view.Years went by and like every other child, she ended up here.
Mika stood outside of her new home, her white hair swaying lightly in the gentle breeze that had blew. The outside remained blank, for no one was within the walls of the cabin at the moment. A Lethe tree stood outside the cabin and she chuckled. Perhaps. Nah, save it for another time. Skipping up the steps, Mika made her way inside. Five bunks were spread throughout the room with two trunks and dressers. Seemed like a good place to live. She yawned slightly before sitting down, doing her best not to lay down and fall asleep. It was a challenge. Hypnos. She would never had thought her father was a god, not with her luck. Managing to put her things in their places, she made her way back outside. It was always fun to look about camp.
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