Camp Creativity [Accepting]

"Yikes." I said. He shrugged again.

"It's a 'battle scar', as many say. A part of life." He replied.

"What did you write your play about?" I asked him.

Can someone fill me in? I feel bad, I haven't been posting. There is just to much I've missed! D":

Sorry! I got grounded from the computer Worst, punishment, ever! It was so hard. But I did it! Yay!

Beau:

"Maaaaaaaaaybeeeeeeee." She said, her eyes in wary slits.

Slowly, I placed the burger down on the table. Wiping my hands on my blue jeans, I quickly leapt at her, grabbing her by the sides and tickled her.

She let out a cackle, causing me to start laughing along.

I felt the eyes of people watching us, but ignored them.

Poor, Poor Fiction. Anywho, Apple whe's at Lunch. Nobodies heard from Caris or Elliot for a bit. Just got there, It's Blossom (Milks) and C.J. talking and of corse, Bliss and Beau.

~Bliss~

I push my hands down at my sides, but Beau is to fast for me. I give out a squel and Beau starts laughing. A couple kids turn and look at us but Beau doesn't seem to mind. I'm squeling and laughing, practicly rolling on the floor while Beau kneels next to me, tickling the guts out of me.
"S-st-op-p!!!! G-et y-your burgery hands-o-o-of me!"
Beau stops and keeps on laughing. I start trying to regain my breathe, which only seems to make him laugh harder. I sit up and put my hands on my hips.
"What's so funny? I'd like to see you rolling on the ground getting tickled!"
He stops laughing to give me a wicked grin.
"I'd like to see you try!"
So, of course, I tackle him. Laughing, I try and tickle him under the armpits, put he just smiles innocently at me. Frantically I try the neck, and he starts laughing, though I doubt it was from being tickled.Then I thought of something that would surely break him down. I grab his nose.
"Hey!' he honks in his funny voice," What you do that for?!?!"
"Cause I could!" I taunted, wondering why he didn't just throw me off.
"Oh haha, nice revenge!" he says.
I study his face hoping to see good nature still on it. Yep. Most definitley still there.
"Say you will never tickle Bliss Jo Lotin ever EVER again!"
He makes a face at me. Still cute. I think to myself.
"Fine." he honks," I Beau-"
A cool voice comes from above us.
"Just WHAT do you think your doing?"

That'd be the director from the zipline. Or someone else. Whoever.

Caris

Words flowed from her pencil, sprung from a part of her mind that she adored but didn’t understand. She was writing the scene that Louis had helped her with, after he got out of his shock, of course. Her elation from the zipline had given her courage and she’d forced out words from the poor boy. His account of his terror gave her a perfect idea for Ray.

Her character wouldn’t be afraid of heights until this encounter with some friendly and greatly amused dragons. It was only when her hand started hurting that she finally looked from her own paper and looked at Slade’s. Why isn’t he writing? Doesn’t everyone write?

“Oh, I get it now. You can’t get your name right!” Louis said and Caris was still confused. She’d seen the nearly torn piece of paper but it hadn’t registered that his name had been the problem. Not sure on how to act, she was glad when another had finally taken his paper and written it for him. Slade stared at it for a long time.

Feeling useless, Caris massaged her hands until something came to mind. “Write it down. Don’t worry about the rest of us. Write down whatever made it hard to write your name.” She didn’t bother keeping her voice down as it never occurred to her that they would judge her. “It doesn’t have to make sense to the rest of us so don’t worry about dulling anything down for us.”

She continued writing, her hand having recovered. The moment her pencil hit the page, it was for her to notice anything else but the scene that unfolded before her eyes. Ray was too terrified to scream, his strange, unnamed, companion was giggling at him. Only the lack of a certain word tore her away. Caris rubbed the back of her neck, racking her brain.

Her hand now resting on the table, her fingers moved in line with a memorized melody, then in a pattern she didn’t recognize. She was just about to find the word when a woman in khaki interrupted her.

“Can’t lunch wait?” She asked the air bitterly. Slade looked at her in surprise.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Bodily functions can wait until I remember that word.”

Slade looked amused and Caris decided she didn’t care as she fought her brain for the right word. She knew she knew it, knew it was a completely common word, but it would spill to the page. As she ran through words in her head, she subconsciously murmured them underneath her breath.


“Caris?” Elliot asked.

“What?” She asked, wondering why she would ever want human contact if humans could interrupt her thought process this much.

“We know words too, you know.”

“Of course you do. Everyone knows some form of words.”

Slade interjected here, “What he means is that I can help you find this word you’re looking for.”

“We can help.” Elliot and Slade exchanged a look and if it hadn’t been for the suggestion of them giving her a word she would have asked them both what it meant when they screwed their faces like that.

“You can!”

“What does this word mean, my dear?”

“Well, it’s like being terrified but a little bit more. Everything turns to chaos. Breathing accelerates beyond control, your heart starts bursting out of your chest and all you want to do is run in the other direction but you’re frozen or sometimes you can’t help but run until your legs fall off. I’m pretty sure it starts with a ‘p.’” Caris’ fingers moved in an out of control rhythm with a disarray of notes flying through her head.

“Panic?” Slade said in a knowing voice and Elliot as a question at the same moment, a strange dissonant harmony of confidence and gentle ponder.

“That’s it!”

“That was easy.” Caris was so busy finishing the sentence as she walked she couldn’t place the voice.

“I know! Isn’t it crazy? T-O-T is horrible.”

“T-O-T?”

“Tip of the tongue syndrome. My mom told me about it a few years back when I couldn’t remember a simple word, like just now.”

Having finished several more sentences, Caris finally looked up to avoid running into everything as they walked towards the scent of food.

“Now that I have that done, what did you write about guys?”

Beau:

Pushing Bliss' hand away from me gentely, I picked her up and set her to my side. Standing up, I brushed myself off and helped her up.

"What do you mean what are we doing?" I asked, the entire room quiet, despite few whispers here an there.

"I mean what I said!" She said, her eyes crazy.

Struggling not to burst out on her, I slowly said "I'm sorry, but I thought this was camp. You know have fun, meet new people, learn new things."

"This is a camp for artistic and creative teenagers not five year olds!" She said in her annoying, shrill voice.

My hand instinctively plucked the dog tags out from under my shirt and I gripped it tightly "Did you know that tons of great artists did drugs, all to make a great painting? I mean, it may be just me, but I think goofing off with friends is better than that. But you know, you guys are all for the arts, so if you're insisting that I do drugs-"

"That's enough!" She said, holding her hand up.

I had to use all my energy to refrain from laughing and to keep a straight face.

Lacey? Louis is already at lunch, with Blossom.

~Bliss~

I gape at Beau. What was he doing? The lady looked extremely mad but Beau looked as though he was trying to choke down laughter.
"What are you doing?" I whisper in his ear.
"Don't worry," he whispers back," I have a plan."
"I hope so."
The lady was looking ExTREMELY P.O'ed. Beau's fingers dangle by his side and he faces her firmly. Admiration fills me. Beau... How could this boy be so many things? He just amazed me. Yet me...I was just...me-ish.
" What is your name?" The lady shrills.
Oh no. I hope Beau doessn't get in trouble... Beau looks like he is pondeing the question.
"Why does it matter?"
The lady hisses. I would laugh, but the lady looked serious.
"YOUR NAME?"
"Beau."
I twirl the end of my tank top nerveously.
"Look...We were just messing around. We don't deserve to get in trouble."
The lady whirls toward me.
" I make that desision.Who are YOU?"
"I-I'm Bliss. Lotin. Bliss Lotin."
I was freaking under this preassure. I had a sudden longing to hold onto Beau's safe, firm hand. So close... As if he could sense my nerveousness Beau sends me a heart stopping smile.
"You're doing fine." He whispers.
I nodd and the lady finishes her assesment.
"Well Miss Lotin and Mr..." she scrunches her face,"You. Your fine now but if I ever here your in trouble again..." She motioned at her throat, slitting at it. I'm so overcome with relief I almost giggle. With a huff the woman turns away.
As soon as she does , Beau makes a monkey face at her back. I can't help it, I laugh. The woman turns with slitty eyes and and mouths. I'm warning you. As soon as she's back at her table, I start giggling.
"That was crazy close." I say.

My post was chronologically before lunch, during writing class. I should have made that more clear, sorry.

Beau:

Bliss seemed as if she was going to pass out, until the woman finally sat down at her own table.

Laughter rang in the back of my throat. My laugh grew louder and more uncontrolable, and Bliss placed her ahdn firmly over my mouth, pleading me to shush, but refraining from laughter herself.

My eyes teared up, and I finally calmed down as I tears rolled down my face.

Can i join ?

~Bliss~

I guide Beau to our seats, tears rolling down his face.
"Your such an IDIOT!" I laugh, setting him at his seat.
He doesn't respond for a bit, just keeps laughing. Of course he pulls me in to. Wiping the tears from his face he responds with a grin.
"My only goal in life. To annoy stingy counslers."
I laugh again and he just sits there, looking pleased.
"Well you better not get kicked out. I don't know what i'd do without you."
He stops laughing for a bit and looks me in the eyes.
"Really?"
I bite my lip and nodd, slightly. Idiot!I hadn't meant to say that. Still now that I did, the more I realized it was true. His laugh, his courage, and his eyes. I'd miss them when the week was over. That's a long time away. Beau sets his hand on mine.
"I'd miss you to."
I give a weak smile and blush. Beau's your friend, Bliss. He probaly doesn't even like you like that.
" So...heard a good blond joke lately?" I say.

Beau:

"Blonde joke? Well, actually, I haven't. Why, do you have one?"

"No, that's why I asked you." She said, a grin on her face.

With a chuckle, I shook my head and thought. If we're this close after a matter of hours, imagine how close we're going to get after a week. And then it'll be all over and she'll probably be going to the opposite side of the country from me.

I hadn't realized I was frowning until someone asked me if I was okay.

MilkNCookies wrote:"Yikes." I said. He shrugged again.

"It's a 'battle scar', as many say. A part of life." He replied.

"What did you write your play about?" I asked him.

Louis:

I shrug uncomfortably. "Um, I don't really know. I'm not very good at plays," I admit, shrugging. "I know that sounds off, but... Basically, I wrote it based on a scene from a book idea of mine...kinda creepy, I guess." I grin weakly. "Sorry, I don't like talking about my writing much. I don't know... I'm just not good at explaining it...? ...So I don't try...?"

((Sorry for disappearing for days...hope this is okay...))

~Bliss~

I saw the glance of sorrow in Beau's eyes. Why was he sad? Did I say something...
"Where are you from," Beau asks.
I give him a quick look over. He had put on a smile, but something else lingered under his gaze. What?
"Indiana. Lookin' to come visit me?"
I wiggle my eyebrows, hoping to see that hundred watt smile. It fails me not.
"You wish."
"Do I? Why? Where do you hail from?"
He rolls his eyes at my old speak. I've read a few books. I'm not ashamed.