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Post by hunter townsend on Aug 29, 2007 22:07:50 GMT -5
I walk the streets alone,
I hate being on my own. 
Morning. He’d never been so happy in all his life to hear the voice of the counselor breaking the silence in the cabin. Hunter was one of those guys that stayed up late, and got up early, today, he’d been up much too early this morning. What was he supposed to do? Sneaking out was one option, but where would he go? Questions and possibilities had infested his mind, but instead of doing something with himself, he just sat there. Thinking came all too easily to him, which was what he was occupied with prior to the vocals tearing through the cabin. Thoughts of England consumed him, wondering what his life might be like if he were there right now. He’d probably already eaten breakfast, and was throwing on some sweats to go out for a jog around town. Everyone knew his jog ended with Starbucks, even though he was somewhat dressed down for the occasion. Camp was like reliving his years in England, nights of parties, sneaking around, just having some fun. It was hard to have fun in Maine; there wasn’t a lot to do, if you really thought about it. There wasn’t a big time city like he was used to, so what was he supposed to do for entertainment? That’s why he looked forward to camp each year, everything he once had done, he could do here.
Already dressed and ready to go, he was eager to get outside. A couple of the guys had already begun filing outside, and he soon followed. A yawn escaped his lips; his fingers tracing his jaw line for a moment, letting his arms fall back beside his body. As soon as the dining hall came into view, he found himself losing his appetite for anything food related. So far at Brunswick he hadn’t really had much of an appetite for anything, maybe alcohol, but that was a different story. The food was never all that appealing, but wouldn’t he be eating something close to the same at home? It was either takeout or something he made, and anything that Hunter’s made was definitely going to be awful.
The entire way up to the dining hall, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the remainder of the summer. He’d be turning eighteen pretty soon, and off to college almost right when he got back from camp. His whole future was lined up now, and unless he got to come back as a counselor, he’d have to say good-bye to camp. However, college always seemed brighter to him, so many parties to attend, and so many new girls to meet. That was one upside of coming to camp, all the girls were different from the ones he had around his house. He was free to be an entirely different person, and this person happened to be the guy he actually was, not the one he pretended to be. He’d be at college, studying business, and playing basketball for the team. One of the best parts of the whole thing; was that he’d gotten a full scholarship, a full ride through all his college days. Life would be perfect he just knew it.
Entering the dining hall, the mixture of scents hit him like a brick. The transfer from clean, pine scented air, to a room filled with campers and food that he really didn’t want to eat. Today he’d attempt to stay on the safe side, items that even the worst cooks couldn’t screw up; toast, cereal, and orange juice. If his father or mother were home when he was, a big breakfast would have been prepared; usually it was only on game days, but still. The small amount of food seemed comforting at the moment, which is what he ultimately decided on as he carried a simple bowl of cereal and cup filled with orange juice back to a table. He’d ruled out the toast, something he’d been quite wrong on; a cook could really screw up toast, or at least burn it. The blond silently joined a group of familiar boys, some girls mixed in as well. It was funny how everyone just seemed to melt into one another; at home there were separate tables for each group of people. Normally, Hunter would have been the first one to just jump in the conversation, but today he only spoke when spoken to. He twirled the spoon around in his cereal, every so often taking a bite.
Maybe it was the alcohol from last night that was getting to him, a slight bit of a hangover crossing over. No, it simply couldn’t be, Hunter Townsend didn’t get hangovers. Alcohol never truly affected him unless he got totally smashed, and that hadn’t happened last night. His mood continued to dampen, but one of the guys seemed to catch his soft spot, the corners of his lips tugging upward into a half smile. Maybe the day wouldn’t be half bad, but tonight was more what he was looking forward to.
(( Tagged for Miss Brianna Daniels ))
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Post by Brianna Daniels on Aug 30, 2007 8:37:20 GMT -5
Whats so great..
about being normal?
Her morning began with the same rituals everyday, whether she was back home or anywhere in the world. Brianna would wake up to a ringing alarm clock at 6 am in the morning, splash some water on her face and go out for a jog. The jog continued for another one hour till the alarm on the red watch on her hand went off again. Then Brianna would ease it back to her room and ready herself for a hot shower. She usually dint take long to shower and like most of the days, Brianna was all ready sitting on her bed with her laptop. The net connection was very weak in her section and she couldnt put the music on loud as the other girls were still sleeping. They would actually make a face at her if she disturbed their precious sleep.
Brianna slammed the IBM laptop shut and decided to go out for breakfast instead. She was a huge food freak. She loved to cook food and moreover eat it! Brianna put off her slippers and searched for her sneakers. As usual, her cupboard was a mess. It was always an adventure to dig into the ile and find the things she needed. Today must be a fortunate day for she found a pair and put it on.
Brianna wandered outside her cabin and took her time to get adjusted to the silence. Usually the camp was buzzing with life but today there was an odd silence. She wondered if it was a good idea to catch breakfast early on. If she would have walked in the hall a bit later, the place would be buzzing with a few known faces. It wasnt that at the moment there were strangers but she seriously doubted any of her frieds were morning people. She would rather crawl on the chair in her cabin and continue reading her Harry Potter book. Yes, she read Harry Potter. She loved reading but she dint want her friend to see that she read Harry Potter! Most of her friends thpught differently of her. They thought she was a total party buster and a fashion freak. True she fancied both but reading was her passion and Harry Potter was a different world in itself. Her life was so boring and pathetic that she longed for something defferent. Brianna was reminded of a serial she used to watch on aliens called Roswell. She hoped that she would find her dark haired mystery man from exotic place to seep her off her feet!
Except he might be blonde! Brianna had entered the Cyprus hall now and her eyes were scanning for the usual friendly faces. That is when she spotted him. Hunter Townsend, a senior to her in the camp and someone who had caught her fantasy from a long time. She longed for an introduction from a long time but at the same time she dreaded the meeting. Life was so wierd! Usually, Brianna was smart and talkative but when it came to guys who she fancied, Brianna became tightlipped.
She looked away as quickly as she had glanced at him. She passed him and took a seat a little away from him. Of coarse she had to put on a front. Brianna usually hated everyone around. At first it used to just pretence which was nothing more but an escuse to escape her past! Now, it had become her nature. Her mind scanned the person for negatives first and she passed on rather pessimist and unfriendly greetings. She had got her own bowl and eyes an empty glass at the other end of the table. She looked at Hunter from the corner of her eye and back at the glass. Frowning, Brianna turned towards the male. "Could you please pass me that?" she saw Hunter look towards her and in return she just pointed towards the object.
(( Tag back! ))
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Post by hunter townsend on Aug 30, 2007 15:20:43 GMT -5
Listen to my voice,
It's my disguise.
Today he’d gotten up at about five thirty, and he’d managed to fall asleep relatively early, abnormal for him. The boy could work on a good five and a half hours, but at camp he opted for even less than that. Having fun was what he was there for, so sneaking out at night was pretty much what he liked doing. Most of the time all the friends he had here didn’t carry through at home, but some did, and some he’d even met before he even started going to camp. Time he spent sleeping was less time he had to spend with the people he only saw during the summer, minus those who chose to come along on some spring break activities or something. A lot of people used camp as an escape, and in reality, that’s what Hunter used it for. However, in his mind it was like vacation on vacation. If he were home he’d be working, or spending his time perfecting his game, which he could do here. When people asked ‘what did you do this summer?’ he wanted to have something to say besides ‘nothing’. Yet, he couldn’t reveal all the secrets and stuff that happened around here, after all; what happens at camp, stays at camp.
Any other day spent at camp he would have gone out and done something, or met someone somewhere. This morning had been different, and he’d taken to the quiet atmosphere of the cabin, anyway. He’d showered without any trouble, and threw on a tight fitting t-shirt, and a pair of sun faded jeans. One thing that Hunter hated about this habit, was that he was always ready before most anyone else, minus the guys that snuck out earlier. The only time he really like it was when he had something to do with himself, boredom wasn’t something this boy liked experiencing, that’s for sure.
It was awfully quiet that morning, but it was completely understandable. Within the first couple weeks things seemed to be somewhat slow, but once everyone got into their normal camp moods, fun wasn’t very far. He liked the solitude the camp provided, it was a lot different from England, at least where he used to live. Hunter was used to being busy, having car horns blaring in the early morning hours, swarms of people crowding the sidewalks. He lived for that kind of thing, the large population, the high buildings, and the noise… Everything. At first he’d been angry about their move, but once he got into the small town thing, he got to like it. It was nice to be able to settle down and relax for a change, be able to sit on your porch and just chill out. He could remember days in England on the balcony, cramming a bunch of people above the city streets, hanging out on the fire escapes between buildings. He’d met his first true best friend on those fire escapes, a girl that was like the female version of himself. She was the sister he never had, and she was probably the only person that knew every inch of him. He told her his deepest secrets, and she’d done the same. Before they’d moved to the States, she moved back to an old home with her parents. The two still kept in touch, but he’d give almost anything to be back on those fire escapes, having the same conversations now that they had as kids. Camp reminded him of that, but it was missing that familiar blond figure that had constantly made him smile.
The guys were now chatting excitedly about the remainder of the summer, Hunter slowly warming up to join into the conversation. Not a lot of people were in the hall today, but it was still pretty early. The people that did enter the vast building seemed to flock to the tables nearby the one he was sitting at. Only a few counselors sat at the back table, talking amongst themselves, their gaze every so often looking out into the crowd of campers. The staff was hawking about, really the only ones that paid much attention to where the kids were going.
Hunter glanced upward at the sound of someone making way to their table, his gaze falling on Brianna. The conversation continued strongly, a few of the girls voicing greetings. He merely nodded to acknowledge her presence, a more welcoming smile crossing his lips. He’d never truly met her, but he’d definitely seen her around, just never really got the chance to talk to her or anything. He was an extremely social person, so it was rare to find someone by which he didn’t know very well. The blond silently made a point to introduce himself, and possibly strike up some kind of conversation. If it wasn’t to create some sort of friendship, it’d only be polite thing to do. He looked over to the girl as she spoke, his eyes following her gaze to spot an empty glass at the end of the table. “Yeah, sure,” He replied, reaching over to take the glass, handing it off to her. “I’m Hunter, by the way.”
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