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Post by lacey callahan. on Sept 12, 2007 22:51:08 GMT -5
It went around and around and around, the eyes full of a mischeivous gleam following its every tumble, curiousity strung through the greenbrown hazels. The pieces of clothing tossed inside the cave, twirling around gently, fascinating to none other than Lacey Callahan. Her world hadn't been the most exciting place lately, and you could probably assume this as you watched the hazel eyes follow the mess of clothing inside the washing machine. It was Lacey's laundry day, and she needed clean clothes. She had moved back to Brunswick for another summer, falling shy of most of the requirments behavior-wise. Her test scores proved differently, however, and she was sent to Maine anyways. Her twin brother, Reid, had been here at Brunswick longer, but Lacey herself planned to go down in history once more, leaving her goody-goody brother in the dust. She couldn't wait until she started to pull pranks. Or better yet, start a fight. Fights were always great fun, and Lacey could accumulate a . . . few . . . enemies over the summer term. The days seemed long, and the nights were restless, so the girl had to do something other than waste her life away thinking of what she could be doing.
Of course, in Lacey's case what she could be doing is what you will always find her doing. She doesn't hesitate, and impulsivity is one thing that Lacey finds easy to flaw herself in. Getting back to her present state, Lacey grew bored of watching the vibrant clothes washed clean of the dust accumulated from the campsite. She picked up her ipod and switched to a song she had recorded a while back in her one of her friend's parent's studios. I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top, gotta body like an hourglass tickin like a clock. It's only a matter of time before it all runs out, when I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth. . . Once the music started up, Lacey broke into dance. She raised her hand and started to shake her head, her hair flying in every direction, her face out of site. She head banged, and raised both of her hands shaking her head about, shaking her shoulders, her hair swishing around her face. She slid over the floor across the isle, not caring who saw her or what she was doing. Jumping up and down, swinging back and forth, even doing the moon slide. Lacey was big on the dancing, as you might assume from this picture here. The wash continued, and so did Lacey across the floor around the laundromat and back to her original spot. Around around the tiny girl went, the dust kicking up around her and eyes glued to the spontinuity she beheld before them. Oh the greatness. This definately brought back memories.
FIVE YEARS AGO "KISS ME OUT OF THE BEARDED BARLEYYY, NIGHTLY! BESIDE THE GREEN GREEN GRASSSS," Lacey sang out loud, her voice immature and not as developed as it could be, sounding almost as good as it would in a few years. The fourteen year old stared at her brother as he made a face. "Lace, we're in public. . ." her brother pleaded with her, continuing down the isle of baking goods. "KISS ME BENEATH THE MILKY TWILIGHT, LEAD ME!" the small girl continued, her voice somehow pleasurable to your ear. People turned to look, some whispered and some shamed her. She didn't care, skipping down the isle with Reid and dancing her way through the store. Reid sighed, grabbing the bread their mother had asked for, continuing down the isle to find the pink frosting for a birthday cake. "OUT ONTO THE MOONLIT FLOOR," this continued until they had gathered the three items their mother had asked for. Bread, pink frosting, and cake mix. "Reid. Hey Reid. Reid. Reid. Reid." her brother ignored her all the way through the checkout. "Reid, Reid, Reid," she continued until they were out the door. He yelled at her. "WHAT?!" his voice exasperated, cracking slightly. "Don't eat a banana before you go fishing. It's bad luck." she nodded matter-of-factly, dancing under the greyish skies, fairly clouded and hinted with the sunlight. Her bright clothes stuck out from the rest, the bright yellow skinny jeans and bright green vintage looking shirt she hand dyed herself. But that was Lacey Callahan for you.
The song continued and Lacey danced. Only she was interrupted by somebody. She turned around to see who, looking happy and smiling with white chiclets. Who could this be?
OHOHSEE, that was horribly put together, I apologize. but my head is killing me. somebody should respond. mhm. =)
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Post by audrey cooper. on Sept 13, 2007 16:26:52 GMT -5
Coming back here was freaky. Nightmarishly-freaky. Audrey Cooper had in fact been to camp brunswick one or two times before. Once when she was around twelve, the other around fifteen. Memories swam back to her - she had walked through this place before, before all of that shit happened. To be honest, Audrey had come to camp to escape that hellhole she had to call a home. Work, school, and camp was never a favorite of her's. Years back, she was a tiny short girl carrying a Little Mermaid bag, with dirty laundry in it's depths. Now here she stood, inhaling a cancer stick at the age of eighteen, staring at the front doors of the Laundromat. She felt as if this was all a scene in a scary movie.
It probably didn't help either that the sky was a bright shade of forget-me-not blue, no clouds in sight. Birds chirping and campers laughing, skipping and smiling. Ugh, ew. Happy people. There was nothing worse then that. Seeing them frolock with such joy, without a care in the world, made Audrey wanna gag. It made her feel as if she could never have such happiness, ever. And that thought alone depressed her. Smoke ringlets drifted from the end of the ciggerate in between her fingers, as her wide emerald orbs wandered. Such a place like this seemed so empty nowadays. Most people wanted to go sail around the carribean or something, anyway. With one final inhale, she threw the cigg on the ground and crushed the stub until nothing but ashes remained.
The five'three female pushed her weight against the glass door and stepped inside, taking no notice to the people around her. Swinging the same Little Mermaid laundry bag she had from five years ago. Audrey casually made her way to an empty laundry cave thing, whatever people called them these days. They still cleaned her clothes, so the name of the machine didn't cross her mind. Shoving the articles of clothing inside, the door was shut and the machine started swirling - slowly, slowly, and then picked up speed. Blah, this place was so boring. Standing up, her eyes started to glance around the store/laundromat.
It was then when a voice interupted her from her thoughts. A lovely voice that was screaming out some lyrics at the top of her lungs. A voice that seemed all-too-familiar for it to be a coincidence. Curiously, Audrey searched the source, and was suprised by what her eyes met. A young girl, tiny, with bright red/orange tresses. There was no denying this was Lacey Callahan, the girl who had once been Audrey's best friend. But then, they sort of drifted apart over the summer for some reason. Seeing her here, out of all places, came as a miracle.
A smile spread across her face and she wasted no time bouncing right up to the female, who was standing next to another male. Her brother, quite possibly. Now, she wasen't sure this was really the Lacey she knew and loved, but it was impossible for another teenager to have a voice like that. Tapping her on the shoulder, Audrey smiled and rocked back and forth on her shoes, waiting for the girl to turn around and greet the fellow prankster.
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Post by lacey callahan. on Sept 13, 2007 18:56:51 GMT -5
[click above] Lacey observed a girl who walked in, the girl's eyes glued to the laundry machine before her. The Little Mermaid bag barely lifted from the ground, since the girl seemed to be Lacey's height. A smimple 5'3 range. The cigarette in her hands made Lacey's head shake in disapproval as she skipped around the machines, waiting for the wash to quite it's speedy run to clean. The cigarette smoke killed Lacey's breath and she waved it with her hand slightly, frowning and somehow giving off the impression of a small child disappointed with their mother or father's answer. Finally, it was stamped out and the smile returned to her bright face, she laughed softly at her old childish behavior,and returned to her own machine, hopping over a few in the middle to get to the one she picked out. It sat right smack in the middle of the whole room, accompanied by its other fellow washing machines. Her clothes swirled around and around, their color never fading and the water encasing them as a cacoon. Lacey watched with more interest as the girl with the ciggarette dumped her clothes in a machine far from Lacey's.
Smiling, Lacey looked over to the girl -- it was no ordinary face. That was somebody she missed sorely before coming to Brunswick,and now she was here? Before her stood her bestie, Audrey Cooper. It had been a while since she had seen the girl, and a while since she had been at this very camp. But never before had she seen the broken girl here at Brunswick. At home, maybe, but here; no way. Her smile didn't waver, however, and she glomped her friend with a large hug. When she pulled away, she glanced at the bag in her friend's hand. "OHMYGAWSHHHH!" Lacey looked at her friend like she was surprised, but suddenly pointed at the bag. "I'm here for laundry too, Audrey! What a coincidence." she took her friend by the hand, skipping over to her own laundry. "Oh yeah, don't eat a banana before you go fishing. It's bad luck!" she nodded, her face solemn and her eyes with their never-ending gleam. That spark never went out. Sometimes it would fade, occasionally it would be so dim you would hardly see it, but it was always there, waiting for something to happen so it could grow.
She wondered how her spiders were doing. They had probably been removed from the cabins by now, and they were probably hunting somebody down. You see, since Lacey had arrived, everybody had been on watch for any funny business. So far there had been none, and now that that Tarantula prank had taken place; well, only time would tell what happened. They'd probably let it blow over like they did sometimes. Avery was here, so he might help her. That painful memory struck her again, and she touched her lips subconsiously, her eyes dazed out and fixed on the washing machine. She came to reality with a thud as the washing machine stopped, hoping not to re-visit that memory again any time soon. "Dryer time!" she informed her friend, allowing the dripping clothes to be moved into the dryer beneath them. Her hands placed another quarter into the machines and she watched them tumble for a while before turning to Audrey. "So what brings you here?" her voice was full of curiousity and her eyes gazed at her beautiful friend's porcelain face.
Audrey was no doubt beautiful, and Lacey was aswell. Somehow Audrey had kept herself out of trouble with the guys. Lacey had just screwed everything up for herself lately. Especially with Avery Matthews, the Mammoth Conselour. She still loved him, and she just didn't know what to do. For now, she would forget about it and console to her lost touch friend, whom stared at her, comprehending the answer to the question. Lacey waited, something she'd been doing for a certain boy called Avery. She waited and waited, and now he was involved with somebody else. Sadness overcame Lacey every time she thought about it, but she tried to fool herself into believing it was all fine with her. All find and dandy, even though it wasn't. Time passed slowly, and the same moment would never happen again, even if it did take an eternity to pass. For this reason, Lacey dropped the thought as if it were a heavy weight, and awaited the answer to the question she had just asked her friend.
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Post by audrey cooper. on Sept 13, 2007 19:53:02 GMT -5
 bangbang guns go bang audrey cooper,
A sigh usually never left those lips, but this time it did. Audrey was just so overwhelmed by this place, she had to pinch herself - twice - to make sure this wasn't a nightmare, being back at this camp. Okay, sure - camp wasn't so bad. But Audrey pretty much didn't know to many people here, and she was still depressed over the events that had taken course less then a month ago. You couldn't really blame her. Audrey tried, and tried, to forget about it all. And yet still, there she was, standing with a Little Mermaid bag and looking no taller then a twelve-year-old. Audrey stuffed the now soaking wet clothes into the dryer above the washer, and slammed the door shut oncemore. However, A shout caught her attention and she turned her head, curious. Even if it wasn't any of her business, even if it weren't directed towards her. But she had that annoying feeling someone's eyeballs were searing into the back of her head, and a bit of hope swelled inside of her. Oh? Someone she knew?
The upper corners of her lips turned upwards and formed a smile, even before she spotted the source of the shout. It could've been a serial killer with a gun, wanting to get the young girl's attention. Then he'd kill her. But haha, what was the possibility of that? The sight that met her bright emerald orbs, however, she didn't expect. A girl about her height stood before her, with bright red hair and a smile that looked as if it would never leave her face. The smile turned into a grin as she recognized her old childhood friend. Her instinct was to attack the female with a hug and start blabbing about what Lacey Callahan had missed. "LACEY." the words rolled off her tongue with ease - it felt good saying that word again. Addressing her best friend which she hadn't seen in quite a while, but now stood before her. Happiness flooded her as Lacey started talking about never eating a banana before going fishing. And it felt good. It was the feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. I guess being reunited with the one friend that understood you, even in the slightest way, can do that to you.
Before she had a chance to say something more, Audrey was dragged to a dryer by Lacey. Supposedly, it was the one she was using. Audrey set her bag down and rocked back and forth on her shoes with a smile on her face. "What brings me here?" Audrey repeated the question, more so to herself, blankness written all over her voice. She stopped rocking and blinked, her eyes no longer looking at Lacey. Instead, they just stared blankly at the window opposite of her. What would the answer to that be, anyway? "Um, I don't know, really. I guess I just didn't have anything to do over the summer," she replied, and mustered up to courage to look at her again with a smile on her face. "Whaaaaat about you?" Honestly, she didn't care much, unless something serious happened. So she repeated the question back. Audrey was just happy her close friend was here. "And heyhey, maybe we can do something now. To catch up."
ooc, really really bad post.
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Post by lacey callahan. on Sept 14, 2007 10:46:01 GMT -5
Once the clothes had tumbled around the dryer a few times, the hazel optics searching for anything magnificent in them, her eyes reverted back to the friend she missed. A feeling of being a bit brighter overwhelmed Lacey's emotions, and she bounced up and down on her toes to her heels, trying to contain the urge to break loose and run about the whole camp. No, she would save that for later after she had her coffee. "Audrey! I missed choo." she commented, her voice full of elation. When Audrey spoke it was music to Lacey's ears. She hadn't heard that voice in too long of time. "I went here one other time. You know, when I got together with Avery. . ." her voice stopped oddly short, and her mind flooded with the picture of his face. "But then I left after coming for two years. I guess when I told you camp I never really told you which camp." she nodded and smiled, blowing a piece of hair from her face briskly.
"Anyways." she jumped up once. Usually somebody would look like an idiot, but somehow Lacey pulled it off and looked adorable. "Hm. I don't know. Maybe we could have lunch. Then go climb some trees with Reid." her voice nearly trembled with the excitement of having her friend here with her. She had no computer access here, and her phone had been taken away by a counselor. So how was she supposed to keep in tuch with her friend? The feeling of happiness mixed with a feeling of guilt as she began to wander towards the option that she should've written to Audrey. She would understand though, since she didn't either. Things just got really busy sometimes, and other times things were completely out of emotional range. Like retouching on the Avery subject. Suddenly, Lacey had an overwhelming impulse to tell Audrey about what she had been thinking. So she did.
After about ten minutes of silence, Lacey couldn't help but tell her friend. "I've been thinking about Avery." she said, her voice lower than usual and exasperated. It felt good to tell somebody. Since nobody was there, Lacey felt it safe to talk about it in the open like this. "I miss him." she added, straining a bit so her voice wouldn't crack. Her throat ached. Maybe it was too soon to be talking about things like this. But it was driving the girl nuts about what she kept inside of her, and she was too over whelmed not to talk to her bestie. Besides, Audrey deserved to know what was keeping Lacey Callahan so down in the dumps. Her eyes were sad, her hair was faded, make up left no trace on her the girl's features like the heavy eyeshadow usually did. There definately was something wrong with Lacey Callahan, and she felt that Audrey Cooper needed to know. Besides, Audrey knew everything. It wasn't as big of a deal as it felt, but sometimes you just needed to tell somebody. Lacey felt comforted in knowing her secret was said but safe. She stared at her colorful shoes and sighed.
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