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Post by brooklyn mckenzie ! on Aug 24, 2007 10:04:22 GMT -5
Brooklyn had only woken up about a half an hour ago, yet she made no effort to go to the breakfast serving. She always seemed to not be interested when it came around to it, no matter how hungry she was. Probably because she is an extremely poicky eater, and there really isn't any choices. Either way, she'd live. The cabin was pretty much empty right now, and normally she didn't care whether or not somebody was there to keep her company, but for some reason today she hoped to God that someone would come. During her whole time at the camp she had just drifted as each day came, if someone talked to her she'd talk back. She was definately not like most of the girls here. She wasn't into all the cutesy flirting and giggly ways, she was more.. complex. With a past like hers, you have to be.
Brooklyn was actually walking around the cabin at this point, seeing if there were any disgusting mice. She had sworn she heard some little nasty crawling around last night, and truthfully it was bugging the heck out of her. It was one thing that she hated rodents of any kind, and just couldn't stand them, but it was another thing that it was interrupting her sleep. Sleeping was pretty much one of her favourite past times, but no, the little fool had to wreck it. The girl had picked up a tennis racket that was sitting on some random chick who wasnt their's bed. She wouldn't find out, actually she didn't even care if she did. She was trying to walk slowly so he wouldn't hear her, but that could be hard. He's so small and she's way bigger, he had an advantage. So many new idea's were running through her head on how to get him like a mastermind. Not so easy. With a sigh, she put a hand on her hip. Who knew mouse catching could be so hard. Every now and then she'd think that she heard the little buthead moving, but it was only the wind. She was going to have to catch this guy beforre she went crazy.
Brooklyn was still wearing what she had worn to bed. It was easier, and until she actually had to go somewhere, she was going to keep that on. To be more specific, the whether was hot so of couse she dressed accordingly. Even if it was to sleep. For a shirt, she had a white simple tank top, although it seemed to show the skin below her belly button. She didn't care at this point. And for the bottom half was black short shorts, like the excercising kind, and of course socks. Even if it was summer, she didn't know what had been on that ground, so her lovely lime green socks would preotect from and unwanted germs. Clever, id say so.
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Post by jenna sullivan. on Aug 24, 2007 10:15:47 GMT -5
 just think happy thoughts.
What the fuck was Gerard Way doing in her science class? She rolled over in her sleep, now wondering why Marilyn Manson had shown up. She had the strangest dreams. She shifted around in the bunk, her brown hair falling into her eyes. She had stayed up way to late last night on Myspace, trying to keep in contact with her friends back home, so obviously she was sleeping past breakfast.
She mumbled something along the lines of "Marilyn Manson's trying to rape me," in her sleep, a small whimper escaping out of the side of her mouth. Finally, she gave one last turn, and fell onto the cold hard floor with a thud. She sat up, awake now, glancing around her bewilderedly, wondering how the hell she had landed on the floor. Her blankets had landed with her, and she was tangled up in them, and her long hair was everywhere.
She groaned and pulled herself up off the floor, to see Brooklyn pacing the cabin. "Hey," she mumbled, still half asleep. She ambled into the bathroom, splashed some water onto her face, and strode back out. She rubbed her eyes, and slipped on her glasses. She was way to lazy for contacts this morning.
She wandered over to her iPod speakers, and they turned on to a song by The Academy Is... where she left it. Glancing back over at Brooklyn, she gave her a weak smile. "Why aren't you at breakfast?"
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Post by brooklyn mckenzie ! on Aug 24, 2007 10:27:04 GMT -5
It seemed as if the girl wasn't going to give up on this mouse. Her head was now rested against the wall trying to hear if the little guy got into the wall somehow. Who knows what mice can do. The girl ran a hand through her long dark hair, only to hear a loud thud. She squealed and turned around very quickly with the tennis wracket in her hand like she was about to hit whatever made that noise extremely hard. She walked slowly, past the other couple of beds to where the noise was. To make this moment awkward, it was Jenna. She had fallen off the bed and of course, Brooklyn began to laugh. "Smooth." She said with a laugh, as she crossed her arms, the tennis racket still in her grasp.
She sighed quietly to herself as she glanced down at her weapon, while the other girl attempted to wake herself up. She, of course, was still scannign the cabin. The whole idea of the mouse in here, creeped her out like crazy. She squirmed around in the spot just thinking about it. "We have an unwanted visitor." She said nodding, nearly sounding as if she was part of the FBI. Although, she would definately be far from that. Since she's more on the other side of the law.. which is breaking it. Why aren't you at breakfast? Good question, really. She walked over to her bed, which was next to Jenna's and sat down, swinging her legs back and forth gently. "Oh, I don't eat." She said nodding. After a couple seconds she realized that it sounded as if she was anorexic. "No.. I eat, just not here.. now.. " She said, trying to make sense of it all. At this point, she was just confusing herself. "I'd rather go catch a fish and eat it." She said, putting it into that perspective. She actually wouldn't, because one; it would taste gross because she's making it, and two; just no.
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Post by jenna sullivan. on Aug 24, 2007 10:37:46 GMT -5
Jenna shook her hair out of her eyes, and peered over at Brooklyn. "Wait, what? Unwanted--" She was cut off by a yawn coming from her own mouth, and she plopped back down on her bed in exhaustion. She pulled her hidden black MacBook out from under her sheets, opening the computer and turning it on.
"I'm so fucking tired." She mumbled, flopping onto her pillow, before looking back up at Brooklyn and giggling. "You don't eattttt." she snickered, dragging it out in a teasing tone. Yes, she was a little kid inside. She nodded at the other girl. "Yuh. I know what you mean. The food is disgusting." She shook her head to back up her words, another yawn taking over her.
"Hmm. I think I'm gonna dye my hair today." She cocked her head and reached for her messenger bag, pulling out three different boxes of hair dye she had brought with her. "I think I'll go with this color." [click] She held up the box and glanced at Brooklyn. "You like?" She stuffed the others back in her bag, and stretched out onto her bed again.
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Post by brooklyn mckenzie ! on Aug 24, 2007 11:30:31 GMT -5
Brooklyn smiled evily, and shook her head up and down a couple times. "That's right. You heard me." She said, in the same tone she was. It was an attempted mysterious voice, as if a murderer was in the cabin or something, but whatever. The girl began to swing the tennis racket around. "And Ima get it." She said, letting a small giggle escape her lips. She then noticed that Jenna had pulled out a macbook. Oh, the days where she had a laptop. Yeah she had actually broke it. It was tragic really. "Oh, the days when I had a laptop." She said, staring off into space for a few seconds.
She listened to the girl speak again. She was tired too, actually she was pretty much always tired. Avoiding that fact she nodded in agreement. "Diddo. I want to go hoooomee." She said, carrying out the 'home'. And by home she didn't even know what she meant at this home. Like, back to Brooklyn or her aunt and uncle's house, who knew really. You don't eattttt. She tilted her head with a grin. "Yeah, who needs food anyway? She said, deciding to go along with the whole thing.
Soon enough, her focus was then drawn to the box that Jenna was holding up. She walked over to the girl, nearly tripping over a shoe on her way there. She cursed under her breath, and reached for the box. Brooklyn tilted her head, as she put the box right beside Jenna's head. "Hm." She said, tapping her chin lightly as if she was an expert. "Pretty damn sexy." She grinned, and walked back over to her bed, plopping down.
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Post by jenna sullivan. on Aug 24, 2007 15:07:17 GMT -5
Jenna glanced around frantically, her eyes wide. "May I ask what type of visitor?" She raised an eyebrow, almost afraid to know the answer. She smirked at Brooklyn and glanced affectionately at her laptop. She loved that thing. "Hah, I think I'm gonna end up marrying mine one day." She opened the internet, and clicked on her Myspace. She glanced happily at her pictures from last summer, glad to be back.
She glanced over at the other girl. "Eh, I would love good food, but I don't really want to go home." It was true, this place was like her second home. She patted her bed happily. "Even if we have 'visitors'" She smiled a little, eyeing the tennis racket in Brooklyn's hand.
"Yay!" Jenna exclaimed at Brooklyn's opinion at the color. She stuffed the box back in her bag. "I'll do it later." She stuffed the bag back under her bed. "So," She turned to the other girl, a sparkle in her eye. "Any guys you like, Brook?" She loved playing match maker. It made her feel complete. Well, not really. But she enjoyed it.
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Post by brooklyn mckenzie ! on Aug 24, 2007 15:19:36 GMT -5
Brooklyn decided to finally let the poor girl know who the visitor was. She swayed her head in the younger girl's direction. "A.." She looked around, as if other's were in the room and she didn't want them to hear. "..mouse." She whispered, with a disgusted look on her face. More like a rat, gross naked evil little critter. Marrying a laptop is an interesting subject. Not even sure if that's possible. " Well, that's an interesting statement." She said, eyeing the wonderful little laptop. "Id say it should go for a white tux. It would compliment it well." She said with a grin, as she noticed something in the corner of her eye.
There he was. Brooklyn's eyes widened as she glared down the little creature. Slowly, she stood up and tip toe'd quietly to the corner. She thought she ws being sneaky, until.. well, she leaped forward to potentially kill the mouse, but it when through a little hole in the wall. As she stood up completely, she walked back over to her bed slowly, and awkwardly. "I was practicing." She declared, nodding, and making a small moise with her lips.
Hm, guys. Something that Brooklyn was good at snagging. Although, she was never one to actually have hardcore crushes. She only had one serious boyfriend in her life, and that didn't turn out so well. After all the people she had lost in her life, she didn't open up very well to anyone, and moreso now just looks for some fun. "Meh, not really.." She said now laying down on her bed. "Although some of the councelors are miiightyy fine." She said with a chuckle, now turning her head to look at Jenna.
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