Where Else To Go?? {{Mitch}}

[Pippa Doyle]

Pippa was well, slightly bored. Camp got that way for her sometimes. It would most likely pass, plus there was the bonus of it being quite early. She had awakened at about 6:30 this morning and had pretty much nothing to do at that time. She had quickly eaten her breakfast and then made her way to the gorgeous lake. Yes a normal Pippa kind of thing to do, get herself bored, but she hoped someone would come by the lake soon. I mean, it was a pretty popular spot. Pippa sighed softly to herself as she spotted a large rock on the far end of the lake. Yes, even if she might need to talk almost all the time, she also loved peace and quiet. She took off her black flip-flops and held them in her hand, allowing her feet to feel the soft, sun-warmed grass. She had a small smile on her face as this happened. She looked at the lake for a minute, the water didn’t seem as dirty as it felt when someone was actually in the lake, and it was quite glassy today, almost no waves, probably due to the fact no one was really in it at the moment.

Pippa finally reached the rock she had spotted a while ago. She set down her flip-flops at the base and her purple bag on top. Pippa was wearing a pair of light denim shorts with a light purple tank top covered in black hearts over her bikini. She took off her tank top to show her white bikini top with rainbow polka-dots randomly placed all over. OK, so they weren’t that random, but everything seemed slightly random to Pipp. She decided to keep her shorts on for the moment as she didn’t plan on going swimming. She pulled the ponytail holder out form her hair to let her blonde hair fall to her shoulders. Her hair had hints of curls to it at the bottom, natural, of course. The only time Pippa did something with her hair was when she wanted it to look sort of fancy and she straightened it completely.

She walked closer to the lake and looked up to the yellow sun in the bright blue sky and twirled a few times just in spite of being at her escape. The place where her history hadn’t followed her yet. The place she had run away to every summer for the past four summers, this being her fifth. This place was almost like her home, after her first one had been torn apart and then shredded. She knew most of the people here, and they either hated or, or loved her, and she knew some of the counselors. And in all honesty, nothing excited her more than how she would be a counselor next year. How she wouldn’t get in trouble for breaking stupid rules and how she could have fun with campers. She was just very happy at the moment, and it was a very normal kind of thing for her.

She reached the lake’s edge and let her feet dip into the water as she sat down on the side. The cold water felt nice on her warm, pale legs. She let out a small giggle as the cold tingled her toes. Out of all places here at camp, the lake was probably her favorite, as well as the place she felt safest. She felt almost as if when she was here, she could rule the world if she felt like it. It just felt like freedom here, and even though she knew staff came by all the time to make sure the campers were acting appropriately, she felt as if she could do anything here, and she knew no one could do anything to stop her. This was her sanctuay.

[mitch cooper]

Summer was supposed to mean being able to sleep in late without having to worry about getting to school on time. However, here at camp, he was forced to rise at eight o’clock in the morning; that was absurd. He did not even wake up that early on the weekends during the school. Wake up time should have at least been at nine in the morning so that if he went to bed at one in the morning like he normally did, he still had eight hours to catch up on his beauty rest. That is what he needed at the exact moment as he woke up two hours before the mandatory wake up time. It was not his fault; it was the fault of the Earth and its mother! The summer days were longer which could be a good thing but not during the mornings because that meant that the sun rose earlier. Thus, the birds began chirping earlier which was really what drove Mitch out of bed. He could easily block out the sun by closing his eyes but the birds, like in Alfred Hitchcock’s movie, were everywhere.

The boy threw the scratchy covers off of his white t0shirt and boxer clad body. There was no point in lying in this bed that was going to leave him with back problems years to come down the line. He slowly headed to wear his clothes were stored for the summer. Mitch quickly changed into swim trunks so that he if he chose to go swimming, he could. The swim trunks were black board shorts and they would have been completely black if it was not for the white Hurley spilled splattered on the shorts like polka dots. Over his slightly toned upper frame, Mitch slipped on a white t-shirt with the DC skateboarding brand stamped across the chest. Before heading out of the wooden cabin, he slipped on the same black and white skate shoes he seemed to wear every day.

Mitch was a growing boy and he was not about to skip any meal, especially since the meals were provided by the camp; he did not have to dig into his pocket to buy himself some unhealthy, greasy fast food. He ate a quick breakfast that really should not have been quick as all considering the pile of food on his plate that included scrambled eggs and a heaping portion of bacon. His plate would have been completely clean if it was not for the fact that it was considered rude to lick your plate. He placed his nearly spotless plate into the dirty bin before heading out of the food area that was sheltered by a yellow and white striped tent. Now, he had to decide what to do next on this morning when no one else in the camp seemed to be stupid enough to be up at this time in the morning when people were probably just going to sleep now.

There were only a few places for him to choose from. He did not want to do laundry so he avoided the Laundromat. The recreation center was only fun if there was someone else there and even then, Mitch did not enjoy the place. He was not much of an athletic guy; that is his brother’s area of expertise. He much preferred the quieter places like the lake. Speaking of which, that is where he was heading at the very second. It was peaceful and it was a good thinking spot and trust me, Mitch did a lot of thinking. Mitch liked looking for fish in the lake and catching frogs outside of the lake and scaring them before letting them go. However, he was surprised to see that someone else enjoyed the peacefulness of the lake. “T-t-t-ticklish,” he questioningly stuttered. On the inside, he was beating himself up for that.

[Pippa Doyle]

She was slightly surprised when a boy had appeared at the lake as well, but she showed no sign of it affecting her, mainly because she was used to this place having people and she was expecting someone to come by sooner or later. She looked out at the smooth water for a few seconds, letting her blue eyes lightly lined in a soft brown tone gaze at the greenish bluish water for a few seconds more before turning her attention back to the boy, turning her head to look up at him. “Yes, a little ticklish, but mainly just enjoying being back here,” she said with a smile. She let her eyes drift form the boy to the green grass, a small dragonfly flying from a sport near Pippa’s hand out to the water and then back to another grassy spot. Dragonflies always interested her so.

Pippa looked back up to the boy. She hadn’t been completely honest in her answer. Yes, she was enjoying the return to camp, yet she was also mourning the fact that it was her last year as a camper at this lovely place. She left it out since it was unnecessary. She was curious though as to why the boy was here. “What are you doing here? I mean, it’s a bit early to be at the lake, isn’t it? Or is it already past breakfast time for the camp?” she asked him. She knew the same question could be shot right back at her, but it didn’t stop her from asking it. It was in her nature to be curious and open her mouth and say whatever she was thinking. A gift and a flaw all in one. Some people loved how she could speak her mind, and others hated her for it. Either way you felt, she wouldn’t hold her thoughts in.

The boy seemed somewhat familiar, but somewhat not. She wondered if he knew who she was, and she decided maybe she should give him a name, since it would be best not having people walk around calling her ‘The Bitch’ or ‘The Whore’ or some equivalent. “Oh, by the way, I'm Pippa. I'm in the Sequoia Cabin,” she added with a smile. She told everyone her cabin, even if she was in the cabin with the somewhat bad reputation. She had been in the same cabin for four years now. Her first year at camp she was in Yosemite her first year, but it didn’t really suit her, so for the following years she made sure to be in Sequoia Cabin. She loved the cabin, it was her home and she knew she would be a counselor for the cabin.

[mitch cooper]

The fourteen year old boy squinted as he looked to the girl. Yeah, her beauty was blinding but that was not the reason that he was squinted. As he looked down at the girl who was playing in the shallows of the water, there was a reflection coming off of the calm, ripple free lake as the sun was slowly rising. At the current moment in time, the sun was at the perfect level so that when its rays hit the water, they reflected straight into his blue eyes. If only the sun would rise just a bit faster, then he would not be temporarily blinded by the light. Even though the light and his eyelashes that were trying to shield him, Mitch was able to see that the girl had smiled. He returned the smile with one of his own; he knew what it was like to be ticklish. A hand did not even have to be on him and he would still break out in a fit of laughter. He had this weird sixth sense or something that could tell if a hand is near him and if it is about to tickle him.

“No, you were right with your first statement,” he looked up so that he was no longer getting the reflection off of the lake as bad as he was while looking down. He could tell that it was going to be a hot day already; he could feel the skin on his arms that was not protected by the t-shirt he was wearing being to feel warm. Mitch did not have to worry about getting a severe sunburn or even a tan because he never did sunburn or tan, something about a lack of pigment in his skin. “I couldn’t sleep though,” he continued. “The birds were making such a racket.” One hand reached up and brushed his dark hair away from his eyes. “I’m Mitch and you probably should be sleeping.”

ooc; my muse left me in the middle of writing this..

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[Pippa Doyle]

She smiled as she looked away from him and back up at the sun. letting it warm her pale face with it’s brightness. She loved the sun here, it always felt refreshing. She couldn’t wait to get back to playing some of the sports she always played here. No matter how girly she seemed, most people here knew she was no girly girl when it came to sports. She was quite good at her school and it was one of her many talents. Well, actually sports were one of her three main talents. Sports, modeling, and journalism, journalism being what she planned to do for her life. She didn’t see the point in doing something she completely hated when she could just do something she loved and was good at. I mean, writing and getting paid for it? What could be better? To Pippa, pretty much nothing.

“Good, I don’t want the camp invading my lake,” she said with a small laugh. She was particularly giddy in the mornings, as weird as it may sound. She was just a morning kind of gal. The heat of the day would bother her, but she could always go swimming to cool down, though some sun block might be smart as her fair skin burned rather easily, never tanning. “Oh, I'm sorry. I just woke up early. The birds welcomed the day for me. I love waking up to the chirping birds,” she smiled. OK, so good mornings put her in oddly good moods. “Well, nice to meet you Mitch. And no, I shouldn’t be sleeping. I am not tired, and I am gorgeous enough as it is, so I don’t need anymore beauty rest.”

OOC// No worries, I have that problem too, plus it's a wee bit late here, so sorry about my shortie post.

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