An Early Morning Load {{Oliver}}

[Pippa Doyle]

Pippa was starting to get into a habit of waking up early, which definitely wasn’t a good thing. She had no clue what she should do this morning, so she decided that she had some dirty clothes and that she should go and wash them. She had gotten out of her bed and grabbed her laundry bag, along with a few quarters, grabbed her book, slipped on her flip-flops and headed for the Laundromat. She had gone to the Laundromat enough and was almost positive no one else would be there at seven in the morning, when it first opened. It was unusual for anyone to be up in camp before the wake-up call, and even after the wake-up call quite a few campers stayed asleep.

She hadn’t changed from when she had hoped out of her inch thin, bottom bunk mattress. She was still in her slightly large black tee shirt from her volleyball team and only her undies on her lower half. Nah, she didn’t much care if people saw her walking around like this, it was just like walking around in a bikini bottom, so it wasn’t anything weird to her. Plus, she had usually sat in the Laundromat like this, so by now it didn’t really matter to her, and anyone that had a problem with it could go and bitch to whomever they wanted.

She entered the small building and found a washer she decided to use. She didn’t much care about keeping her lights and darks separate as they had all been washed enough to the point where they wouldn’t bleed, plus, it saved her a quarter. She unloaded her the dirty clothes from her laundry bag, stuffing them into the washer and then soon putting a quarter into the slot and turning on the machine so it started spinning. She sat and watched the clothes go round and round in the little glass hole window for a few minutes.

After awhile of watching the clothes being cleaned, she raised herself to the top of the washer and sat on top. She opened up the book she had brought with her and started to read. No matter how much people wouldn’t expect the blonde haired girl to be the kind who read, she loved books. She let her blue eyes scan the page. There was some make-up left from the previous day still on her face, but other than that it was pretty normal. Her blonde hair was slightly messy on the top of her head.

OOC// Sucks, I know. Sorry.

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[Oliver Flynn]

There was a girl I knew, she said she cared about me

He woke with a start, hearing a loud thump emanating from the roof. Wide eyes moved warily across the beams, as if daring them to cave in. Sighing, he rubbed at his eyes sleepily, a branch had probably fallen on the cabin roof, and it looked as if none of his other cabin mates had noticed. Scanning at the clock hanging from the wall, he suppressed a groan, it was way too early to be waking up. Rolling over, he forced his eyes shut, as if doing this would force him back to sleep. Giving up a few minuets later, eyes now slightly stinging, he looked around, swinging his legs off the small cot, feet brushed against the rough wood of the floor, and he shivered.

Fingers groped around in his bag until he finally found what he was looking for, hand returning with a black sweatshirt, which he quickly pulled over his head, making his hair even more disoriented than it already had been. Trying, without success, to flatten it, he gave up halfway through. He moved his head to peer under the bed, finally coming up with his shoes, he grabbed them by the laces and proceeded to shove them on...gracefully.

Grabbing his laundry, he figured he might as well busy himself with that, after all, he didn't have much else to do. Still wearing the cotton pants that he had slept in he grabbed his laundry and walked out the door. He shivered once again as the early morning air caressed his skin, making goosebumps rise along his skin. Feet moved to step on the dewy grass, pulling a face as his feet got wet. He had a thing about water, the thing being that he hated it. Proceeding to now half jump in attempt to not get as wet, he finally made it to the entrance of the building.

Shoving the door open roughly, still annoyed about the stupid dewy grass, he walked forward to kick the nearest machine open and dump his clothes in haphazardly, pouring odd concoctions of cleaner into them, not even sure if he was doing it right. Fishing a quarter out of his pocket, he withdrew with one, shoving it into the slot and slamming the door. Rubbing at his eyes groggily as he watched the spinning fragments of clothing.

He turned, preparing to lay on the floor or something, but tired eyes met instead with Pippa Doyle, the girl he had gone out with last year at camp, of course, reasonably enough, they had broken up. Now he wasn't exactly sure if they were supposed to be friends, or tear each others heads off. He felt a bit awkward, lifting arms behind him he jumped onto the washer opposite of the one she was donning. Waving a couple fingers at her, he murmured out a "hey," pairing it with a lopsided smile, one leg drew up as he rested it against the corner of the dryer next to him, a loud squeaking emanated from his wet shoe.

"So, uh...it's kinda really early." he commented, not exactly sure what to say, "Why're you up?" He decidedly asked, teeth coming down on his bottom lip as he took in her appearance, she looked the same as before, maybe a little taller. Her hair was ruffled near the top in an odd little circling wave, and he stifled a laugh. Even if hid hair probably looked ten times as ridiculous. Fingers tapped unknown patterns onto the metal of the machine as he waited for her to speak, head tilted slightly to the side.

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[Pippa Doyle]

She hadn't really expected anyone to be in here, but she was never the kind of person who didn't like compan, so it was all good with her. The only problem with it at the moment was her disoriented look. Normally, she didnt really care how she looked, but she knew she looked like a mess at the moment. Her hair with her makeup and herself still in her sleeping clothes gave away her lazy attitude of the morning. Ah, at least she was getting something done. She looked at the washing machine across from hers, her eyes leaving her book, and smiled as she took in the site of Oliver.

"Well, hello. It's sure nice to see you around here," she said with a smile. She really did enjoy seeing old faces, even if it was her ex. He was a nice guy, and she fiured htey would still be OK. "You do look like a bus hit you, though I probably look like a train hit me. I guess it's just the morning," she said with a smile. Ok, so it wasn't the most welcoming kind of thing to say, but it was a thing Pippa would say. It went along with her not being able to shut her mouth for anything, plus she figured Oliver had gotten used to those comments last year.

"Oh, I just woke up. The day started and so I started up with it, I guess. No reason in particular really," she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. She had just woken up, maybe it was a habit of her getting up with the sun. "So, why are you up so early?" she asked him in reply as she started twisting a small strang of messy blonde hair aorund her finger tip. A habit, yes, but it was just something she did. She dog eared the page she was on and set her book to the side pof her, where her bag for her laundry was.

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[Oliver Flynn]

There was a girl I knew, she said she cared about me

As she spoke, his face broke out into a smile, he was easy to please. And was glad she seemed sincerely happy to see him. "You too." He spoke out, nodding his head towards her. He chuckled lightly as she spoke, "Yeah, you kinda do, though I probably look worse." He commented, reaching a hand to his hair, laying it on his head as her felt the strands sticking out in a multitude of directions. He grinned as if to prove his point before dropping his hand and moving it into the front pocket of his hoodie.

As she spoke of waking with the morning, he rose an eyebrow. Maybe that worked for her, but he wasn't exactly a morning person. "Huh sounds..." He trailed off before shrugging and commented out, "like it sucks." He nodded at basically nothing, eyes staring off into space as he waited for...something to happen. She spoke and snapped him out of his reverie, "Oh, I think a branch or something hit the roof. It woke me up." A hand reached up to swipe groggily at his eyelid, before placing it on the cool metal of the machine under him.

Looking back up at the blond, he tilted his head before asking, "so how are you doing? Up to anything fun?" Camp just started so the chances of anything fun happening were dim. But he'd thought to ask anyway, he couldn't really think of anything else to say. Heels drummed against the side of the machine as the churning of his clothes could be heard under him. Sighing, he threw himself off, as much as he was glad to see Pippa, he was tremendously bored.

Walking slightly towards her, he peered at the book, asking out a simple, "What're you reading? Is it good?" He wasn't one to read too much, but occasionally he would read a book forced onto him and actually semi enjoy it. Nails scratched at his wrist as he waited, tapping his sneaker against the floor in a almost nervous display. Except he wasn't, he really just had no idea what to talk about. Or do for that matter. And it was practically driving him crazy.

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[Pippa Doyle]

She gave a small laugh as he spoke. "Ah, I don't think you look worse," she sai with a smile. She looked down at herself for a moment. She was about to add in 'At least you got clothes on' but she was working on her big mouthed problem and decided against saying something like that. It wasn't exactly the best thing to point out to an ex, or so she believed. And now she was feeling proud of herself. How often did she actually not say the first thing that came to mind? She was starting to get better at the whole keep your thoughts to yourself concept.

She shrugged as he said it sucked. "Not really. I think it's better here at camp because I home I usually waste like half the day sleeping, and here I just wake up with the sun. And I am a rather pleasant person in the moprning," she stated. It was true, usually she was alot nicer to be around when she wasn't in her night time crankiness. She tried to contain it, but it didn't always work. "Aw, I think a branch hitting my cabin would suck more than just waking up," she pointed out. She hated noisy things waking her up. The bugged her. That's all there was to it.

"I'm doing good, nothing really exciting just yet. Though it's camp so we all just have to wait for the rumors and drama to start up again," she said with a small laugh following her words. Camp was all about the drama and who was seeping with who, and who cheated, who was betrayed, who had secrets. Almost everything got out at camp, even though Pippa felt more protected here then she did at home. "How about you?" she asked him in reply. She was about to add a little more to that question, just because of her curiosity, but she decided against it. It would make things awkward.

She looked down to her book for a moment. "Oh, I'm reading 'Night' by Elie Wiesel. It's intense, but good. It's the truth the world needs to face at some point. I read before in like 8th grade, but its a required book for a class I'm going into, so Im re-reading it," she said with a shrug. She liked the book alot as it forced the reader to see the true horrors of the Holocoust, something that touched her so. She had relative who had died in the camps, and she knew that people out there believed the Holocoust had never happened. She didn't understand how people could think that, but she just read her book, and knew that it happened. One day the world would realize too.

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