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Post by ash on Jun 7, 2010 20:24:43 GMT -7
Rain, was one of the things on her list that she hated. Ashley stared out her window at the seemingly never-ending rain. Her cabin was empty, her roommate was off on patrol on some counselors duty like that. The sound of the heavy rain hitting violently against the roof drove her crazy, she placed her guitar back against the board of the bed and shoved her book under the covers. She looked around for an umbrella, seeing none, she groaned silently before pulling out an old hoodie, she wasn’t going to wear it just to protect herself from the god damned rain cause she so didn’t feel like walking in the rain.
She slipped out the door, letting the door swing shut, she pulled the hoodie over her head and ran for the kitchen, the nearest sheltered area. Okay she wasn’t really a fan of helping out in the kitchen but she was starved, she hadn’t eaten since she had woken up. Making her way into the overcrowded mess hall, which was packed with hungry campers and the whole place was literally buzzing with drum beats, guitar plucking, hauntingly beautiful voices. She smiled to herself, looking around for any familiar faces, looks like her friends were stuck somewhere else due to the weather. Ash looked around the crowded tables, watching the food warily wondering if she should just go back to her cabin to eat some oreos and keep this junk away. Until she bumped into someone, literally. ”Opps sorry” she looked up at the person’s face, giving that person an apologetic smile. |
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Post by stella on Jun 19, 2010 1:42:48 GMT -7
 THIS MUST BE A SLOW DEATH THAT I'M TRAVELING ON[/color][/font] IT FEELS SO WRONG, I'M BARELY HOLDIN' ON.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS:[/b] finished // WORD COUNT: 673 words[/color] TAG:[/b] ashley // WEARING: i will make! // CREDITS: COTI - TASTIC ?![/color] NOTES:[/b] i replied. (: // THIS TEMPLATE is by A CUPCAKE LOVER ![/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] today wasn't exactly the best day in all of emerson venturi's life. it was rainy for starters and he was unbearably tired even when he had slept for more than the eight hours that was recommended. the rain had lulled him to slumber or just to the point where his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier by each passing moment. in his mind, he experienced familiar dreams then blanking out into darkness to when he would wake up in an awkward position on his bed. recently, he had woken up hanging over the bed. he had sat up, staring up at the ceiling as if there was an answer painted on the wood, but there was no answer. he was bored. his eyes scanned the cabin. he already knew that his roommates would be out. one of his roommates was ashley taylor was here some time ago. the others he had no idea. ashley was indescribable. the thought of her made him sick, to put it dramatically made throw up in his mouth a little bit, and that was unpleasant.
he stretched his arms, reaching upward. emerson got out of bed, slipping on his shoes, and shut the door to the cabin with a loud bang. he quickly ran towards a walkway that provided shade. it was raining. as much as he loved water he didn’t like it when it rained. it ruined many activities for the campers and not to mention when it was summer he didn’t pack too many jackets. he had to his laundry and the only jacket that he had brought was wet, and needless to say it wouldn’t help since it was also wet outside. after, trotting on the side he approached the mess hall. the lights shown through the windows, tables were full of people, and the smell of sweets wavered in the air. the mess hall was an amazing place. emerson sprinted to the building, his shoes getting muddy and his jeans getting damp.
“hey.” emerson greeted campers as he squeezed through the crowd. he hadn’t imagined that it was as full as it was from outside. people must have a thing for food when it rains. nevertheless, emerson happened not to be one of those people, he wanted some food and conversation. he had enough sleep. emerson said a few hellos to the campers and some other counselors. for a moment, he turned his back to talk to a counselor friend of his when emerson felt someone bump into him. he turned to face the person. the first thing he did was frown at who he had show before him. it was little miss ashley taylor. “ash, what are you doing here of all places?” emerson said sarcastically. “you know what let’s hang out.” he took her wrist, leading her towards the back of the mess hall where he knew would be an open table.
honestly, he didn’t want to talk to her, but he wanted to mess with ash just a little bit. on the way, he grabbed a soda and some cookies. he didn’t know how she would react to him suddenly grabbing her wrist and leading her somewhere random. it was probably shocked at his actions. emerson knew he would get a laugh out of today. the crowd was thinning and he let go of ash’s wrist. there at the corner of the mess hall was an small open table. no one was at it due to the fact that most of the counselors where over there to discuss camp business. it was open for everyone when the discussion was done, of course. emerson took a seat and placed his snacks on the table. “get over here.” he said, waiting to see if she was coming over or running away. he and ash would beat the tar out of each other if they got the chance. arguments were common, but he just seriously wanted to mess with her for the day. she couldn’t avoid it since they also in the same cabin. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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Post by ash on Jun 19, 2010 9:01:28 GMT -7
You know when like someone could walk into the room and immediately put a smile on your face no matter what. Well newsflash to Miss Taylor over here, Emmerson Venturi was not one of these people in fact he did exactly the opposite. That could explain the sudden disappearance of the smile that lit up her face a split second ago. She didn’t give him her usual dirty look today, she was feeling like the weather was horrible enough. Okay fine she hated the guy. So to her it was simple, the amount of energy she used to muster up a dirty look for him just didn’t seem worth it, not today anyway. In fact, she thought to herself, maybe I should try being nice to him she mused jokingly to herself. Yeah right, like that’s going to happen. She had been in camp long enough to know her friends guess what he wasn’t really friend material to the particular blonde.
Of course, Brown wasn’t really helping by putting them in the same cabin together. Wasn’t it ironic? Often Ash did wonder if the dude (Brown) was aware of their rivalry/ feud/ disagreements whatever you wanted to call it and tried to help ‘move things along’. Nice try but they both knew it was going to take a lot more than trapping them in the same cabin. It was no use trying to change cabs cause she’d already tried asking for a transfer but ‘I hate him’ wasn’t a valid reason. She looked at the counselor he was talking to, giving him a brief smile she her gaze flickered back to him, ”I’m stalking you duh” she replied with the same sarcastic tone he had took with her, crossing her arms and leaned against the table.
Expecting him to just walk away was a bit too much to ask, why do you think they were such wonderful enemies. The sarcasm was the start of a beautiful little spat just like always, great. The way he grabbed her wrist took her completely by surprise and it was her first instinct to pull away and send a hand flying across his cheek but she as much as she didn’t like him, she would never hit him or anyone else for that matter. As he pulled her to get his food, she could only follow behind. One, pulling away and yelling at him would attract too much attention from the campers. Two, she was partly curious what ‘hanging out’ was going to lead to. Three, hopefully he pulled her away from the center of the hall into a more inconspicuous corner where she comfortably bicker with him away from the prying eyes of the campers.
She blinked as he came to a complete stop at the counselors meeting table. Watching him sit down, she chuckled sarcastically, ”Aww little emmy wants a playmate to play his childish games,”she cooed, her features settling into a contented smirk before turning away from him. As she walked away from him, she stole a quick glance at the window. Damn it was still raining, ”On second thought…” she mused aloud turning back to him again, ”Yeah let’s hang out”she dragged the last two words and left it hanging in the air. Pulling up a chair she sat down opposite him, resting her hands on the table ”You wanna tell me why you dragged me halfway across the hall” she asked adding a teasing smile. Well if she didn’t’ face him now, she would still have to face him at the end of the day when she was tired out. And if they were going to ‘hang out’ whatever that meant might as well made the best out of it
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Post by stella on Jun 19, 2010 18:20:22 GMT -7
THIS MUST BE A SLOW DEATH THAT I'M TRAVELING ON [/color][/font] IT FEELS SO WRONG, I'M BARELY HOLDIN' ON.[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - STATUS:[/b] finished // WORD COUNT: around 600 words[/color] TAG:[/b] ashley // WEARING: i will make! // CREDITS: COTI - TASTIC ?![/color] NOTES:[/b] ^____^ // THIS TEMPLATE is by A CUPCAKE LOVER ![/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] emerson ignored ash’s rebuttal. he had just dragged her across the entire building just to hang out as he had stated earlier. insert some sarcasm. he risked a slap to the face, but knowing ash he gambled on what she would do in such a crowded place. drawing attention to the situation wasn’t flattering for ash especially if she was seen with him. his relations with girls were not the most innocent or platonic. emerson knew how red her face would turn when everyone was looking, that’s how he pictured it at least. those circumstances screamed humiliate me. emerson would take that opportunity and give everyone something to talk about. it would make his day. rainy days could finally be something that wasn’t just another annoyance in life, maybe even something to look forward to. he felt guilty sometimes rarely ever for what he had done to embarrass her. she was a strong chick that handled his crap everyday even when he couldn’t even stand himself. he was surprised that even with sharing a dorm with him she hadn’t become insane. well, emerson thought that she was insane all together, but she may as well be bordering psychotic if he pushed her that much.
“i’ve been missing some of my underwear,” emerson said finally responding to her sarcasm. “looks like i know the source. mind giving me them back?” another sarcastic comment, this was going to be a long day, fights like that could last weeks before anyone broke down. basically, it was a yo mama fight gone awry with two young and stubborn mules with hatred that burned as hot as the sun. that would be a sight to see and an odd thing to picture, but to emerson that was the closest way he could describe how they fought with each other. hating on someone wasn’t something that emerson prided himself to do. he had better things to do plus he hadn’t seriously hated anyone since he was a teenager full of angst. other than that, he only hated when the person was unbearable. that was from time to time someone burned him badly. ash wasn’t necessarily that case. “apparently you’re also going to join in my ‘childish games’.” the counselor added. as for games, he wasn’t much a player, in those terms. right now it wasn’t any different either because he was playing a game with her. it was one of emerson’s made-up games to see how she could bear him. outrageous acts and catastrophe was out to be break out.
he was wrong. “guess not.” she was leaving, she beginning to walk away from the table. the twenty-one year old sighed. it wasn’t a loss exactly. he opened his soda, hearing the fizzing echoing from the can, and took a quick drink of the beverage. his eyes watered a little due to the fizz that now was in his mouth. screw her, he’d eat. however, that was short-lived. when he raised his gaze from drinking the entire can of soda he saw her coming back. she took a seat opposite from him. how contrived, emerson thought. “you came back, how sweet!” he said with a grin on his face. he put his elbows on the table, resting his arms on the table as well. honestly, he didn’t want to answer why he asked her to chill, which was more like told. she would be offended, but honestly was a good policy. not right now though. burying the hatchet? farewell to his devil emotions toward her? no, not that. he didn’t want to see her face when he even asked. triumph for her and the twelfth place medal would hang around his neck. “just cause. wanted to see what you’re up to.”
before he could muster up some strength to feign friendliness he took a bite of the cookie he took. “let’s cut the crap. i seriously just want to talk.” emerson finished eating the cookie and her a look in the eye. he was serious. he wasn’t going to carry out some more of the fight. really, he wanted to get a day without any stress. lying wasn’t what he did. talking was on his list, messing with her was on the list, but sitting there he didn’t want to follow through. laziness might have bested him. surprise, surprise. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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