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Camp Echo (AmondEyes and Craz)



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Wed Jul 30, 2014 2:51 pm
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|Nicholas Grant|


Camp Echo, the sign read.

I slowed, peering down the long craggy road that stretched into the pressing forest, like the ominous fortelling finger of a vagabond. It disapeared behind the lining of trees, and it might have looked like a dead end if patches of it further on had not peeked through the underbrush when the wind rustled. Inside, the bed of the Bronco had gone silent, all of them peering down the road in curiosity. The sign was a stark contrast to the broken driveway, fresh white and green paint greeting the back road that they had just turned off of.

Behind them, a horn blared. Nicholas jumped slightly and glanced behind him to see the roof of a black car nearly bumper to bumper with his truck. He turned back around and stepped on the gas, Dylan next to him swearing in vexation at the little car. The engine lurched them forward with a satisfying growl, plunging them down the narrow road.

Nicholas rested his arm outside of the Bronco, allowing Dylan to fiddle with the music until it was slightly loud enough to be both annoying and obnoxious. The music thumped along with the engine, which snarled and roared like a proud beast, and smells of exhaust and wet earth flew in from the open windows. Behind him, the black car steadily followed their pace.

Nicholas turned his attention back to the road, and slammed on the breaks.

The Bronco threw its occupants forward as it skidded to a halt, breaks screeching and the smell of gasoline filling up the truck bed. Nicholas's knuckles turned white as he jerked the wheel sideways a bit, the left front fire dipping into the earth. Behind him, over the roar of the engine, a horn blared yet again and the sound of skipping tires wailed out into the forest. He threw a look backwards to see that the black car had veered the other way, and that the driver was leaning on top of the horn in outrage. In front of him, the fawn skipped back into the woods, startled.

Dylan swore freely, shaking his wrist in Nicholas's face which he had appearently injured while bracing. Aaron was laughing, rolling in chortling red-faced amusement, and Matthew, who had been in the back, sat stone-faced, cutching the seat in front of him. As the car behind them blared their horn once again, Nicholas slowly brought them back to the road, his heart returning to its normal speed.

The road was long and winding, with occasional sudden turns that made him slow with caution. They would pass bits of broken concrete and plaster, discarded amongst the sprouting plants, and Nicholas and the others didn't think much of it. The camp was said to be renovating, so the debris didn't come as much of a surprise. Ahead the road suddenly ended, instead opening into a large parking lot. Unlike the road, the parking lot was black, smooth and freshly put down. There were no white lines to park into, and cars already dotted the wide expanse of asfault in crude lines. Nicholas slowed, reaching over and turning down the music, much to the other's dismay.

He parked a decent distance from the car next to them and switched off the engine. He got out, much slower than his hyping companions, and went to pop open the back where their duffel bags waited. The wind above him ruffled the tops of the trees, sending a gentle brush of pine smell down to where he stood, and the noise of chattering voices mixed with the sounds of wildlife.

He heaved the bags out, thumping them onto the ground. He looked up as he straightened, noticing for the first time the tall gate that stood opposite the way they had come. It was black, with thin spokes shooting out of the underbrush to touch the leaves above where it arced at the top to twist into four simple letters:
E-C-H-O.

Nicholas looked upon it for a moment longer, hefting two of the bags onto his shoulder. Behind him he heard a sudden shout followed by the blare of a familiar horn, and he jerked out of his reverie and turned towards the commotion.

"What the fuck man, watch it!" Dylan shouted, hopping away from the black car as it swung dangerously close to where they stood. It parked, stuttering to a halt, the air conditioning stopping with an audible cut of noise. Dylan sauntered up to the driver's side, Aaron and Matthew following behind them.

"Watch where you're fucking going next time!" Dylan spat. Nicholas dropped the duffel bags and walked up behind them, glancing around with slight exasperation as heads turned to survey the unfolding drama. The dirver's side opened and a dark head popped out, turning towards Dylan with an obvious fire in her eyes.

"Then get out of the fucking road and drive like you know how!" She snapped. In front of him, Aaron whistled and then laughed.

She turned towards him. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"

Nicholas suppressed a slow smile. It wasn't often that the trio, especially Dylan, didn't have an immediate response. On the other side, the door propped open, and two smooth legs stretched out.

"Well, do you want me to wipe your ass or something? Get away from my car."

They backed up, as requested, sauntering over to the Bronco. As Dylan turned he said to them, loud enough that the girl could hear, "Someone needs to give that crazy bitch some tampax, eh?"

Aaron laughed, throwing his head back in his customary way. Nicholas glanced sideways at his friends, his mouth in a thin line, but said nothing when he looked back and saw the girl glaring at their retreating figures.


Spoiler! :
Here ya go, @AlmondEyes :p
"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."





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Fri Aug 01, 2014 3:43 am
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|Gulfie Darkbloom|


"So I can shove it up your ass? I bet you like getting your ass poked." I shot them the finger before turning back to my car.

Tinka stretched, throwing her hands in the air as she stretched her legs out. "You should really try taking a chill pill."

I slammed the car door closed, heading for the trunk. "First the ass almost causes a wreck, then holds up the line, then that ass stands in the way when I try to park. One of his ass hat friends tell me I need to watch where I'm driving?"

"Sounds about right," Tinka nudges me with her shoulder and smiles.

I smile back and shake my head. Only Tinka could make me smile at a time like this. Tinka pulled her bag out of the trunk hoisting it over her shoulder with a grunt. I laughed at her as I tossed my duffle bag over my shoulder.

"Well excuse me for being small boned, unlike the amazonian warrior you seem to be descended after." she stuck her tongue out at me.

I grabber my Archery duffle and throwing knives before closing the trunk. Turning to find Tinka looking at me, I frown. "What?"

"No Guns?" She laughed.

"I'm pretty sure guns aren't allowed here," I raise an eyebrow at her like she should know that, and she rolls her eyes.

"Well excuse me for not thinking." threw her hands up in mock offense.

I was about to reply, then decided against it. I look around, breathing in the fresh air and clear skies and the wild life around me. The sounds of pitter patter made by woodland creatures sauntering and scurrying through the trees, or the birds chirping jubilantly in the trees and flitting through the Sky. It felt good to be back to nature. Something about it just felt right, though there was something about this place that didn't really settle with me. Then I realized someone was here with us.

"We certainly won't hold it against you," came a deep voice behind Tinka.

We both turn to look at the man who'd spoken. Tall, fair skinned, and wide shouldered, the man walked toward us. His eyes were the color of bright Amber. Sharp. Intelligent. He swaggered over, a half smirk on his face. He looked fit. Lean hard muscle and sinew built over years of some type of physical labor.

"Well now I can sleep well at night," Tinka gave him a sassy smile.

He gave her a slow look over, cocking his head to the side. "Sleep is overrated."

"So then what's not?" she tucked a lock of hair, making her own observation of him.

"Getting our crap off of the hot pavement and inside." I nudge her with my elbow.

How over nice it was outside, the temperature was at least one hundred degrees and rising. The ride up here was hell. Even with the AC on,it felt like we were in a sauna. Now we were just baking out in the heat like meat on a pit. No thank you.

She throws me a little pouty face, but I motion to her bag. She sighs as she struggles to lift it up. The man steps forward. "Need a little help?"

"A big strong man to do a little heavy lifting?" she bites her lips playfully. "Who wouldn't?"

I hefted her bag up, looking at the man. "Does that answer your question?"

Tinka gave me her, What the hell is wrong with you? look, but didn't say anything. She turned back to mystery man. "Thanks for the offer though, handsome."

I rolled my eyes as he smiled back. "No problem."

Ugh. You could practically see them eye humping each other. It was a little nauseating to be honest. They just stood there making eyes and mentally undressing each other. I fought the urge to laugh.

Then he turned to me. I raised an eyebrow.

"I can't help but notice your Archery equipment," He looked down at my bag. "You wouldn't happen to be Ms. Darkbloom?"

I lift my eyes back to his."Who's asking?"

"Just a fellow archer," he smiles. "I shoot competitively, and I've heard a lot about you. Imagine my surprise when I saw your name on the camp's roster."

"So you work here?" Tinka tilts her head to the side.

"I'm a camp councilor." he nods his head, holding his hand out to me. "Sebastian Blood."

Tinka beat me to his hand with a flirty smile. "Satinka Heart."

"Nice to meet you," he returned.

They held gazes for a little longer then necessary, so I cleared my throat and grabbed Tinka by her arm. "Nice to meet you too. We have to hurry off now."

Before Sebastian or Tinka could utter a word, I dragged Tinka off in the direction where the assholes had gone. Tinka pouted the entire way there, but oh well. I had too much stuff on me for her to be making goo goo eyes at Sebastian all day in the heat. Baking in hell's sauna isn't on the to do list for today. We had better things to do.
"What is dead my never die, but rises again, larger and stronger..."

*Ride like Lightening, crash like Thunder*


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Mon Aug 11, 2014 1:32 am
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|Nicholas Grant|


"Welcome, young ones," he said.

He neither tall or well built. He wasn't young but he wasn't quite old, either. His hair, while it spoke of an outdated time, was neat and unremarkable, a shade of brown that was plain with no variance. His eyes were the same, adorned with folds and crinkles that were reminisces of old jokes. His jaw was sturdy and his nose was straight, and his smile, which permanently stretched his tanned skin, was wide and unvarying. He spoke with his hands as he walked across the stage, his clean black shoes dully tapping on the polished wood.

"Camp Echo-" He paused, adjusted his neat dark wool sweater, and then continued.

"-is designed for everyone to have a good time while developing a knowledge and understanding of nature. You all will be taking part in a wide range of exciting experiences and fun activities, all of which will be in a perfect harmony of a balanced mix of safety and adventure. Enjoy the peaceful, beautiful scenery with canoeing, swimming, hiking and sports. But to achieve that, there are rules you must follow.

"Do not wander from the camp or the trails for your own safety. If you are to go somewhere, you go in pairs and not by yourself. Campers must attend the activities assigned to them and no swimming before nine o'clock in the morning and five at night. No alcohol, drugs, or anything else illegal. No communicating between genres unless a counselor is present, and there should be no unisex mingling at the dorms, only at the recreation area."

Aaron snorted and mumbled something clandestine to Dylan, who gave a short bark of laughter. The man, ignoring the two, continued.

"Rules allow everyone to succeed and create a great, gentle and generous camp atmosphere. But that can only be effective if everyone participates. Rules are a necessity to life here at Camp Echo.

"My name is Dick Mikhail, but you all may call me Mr. Mikhail. Now, before I go on further, let me introduce you to the councilors."

He stopped his slow pacing across the stage, fixed his collar, and turned towards the figures that patiently waited behind him. The first one stepped forward, a stark contrast to the neat appearance of Mikhail, and whose eyes burned when he looked upon the young crowd. He wore his age openly, his cheeks slightly sagging and his pointed eyes sunken in to his skull, with a long hooked nose that twisted at an odd angle. His hair was strikingly unkempt and perfectly white, with curly spirals sprouting about his head. He wore glasses, two circles that seemed to make his eyes more intimidating. His clothes were baggy and loose, with a long dingy white coat, and brown stains near the hem.

He scowled, his mouth twisted in disdain, and Mikhail spoke for him. "This is Doc, Camp Echo's nurse. His office is located across from mine and any injuries should be reported to him."

As Doc stepped back, the sick looking man next to him stepped up. The man's shoulders sagged underneath his wrinkled and dated clothes, his head bobbing as he stood there. He was very tall, even as the way he held himself made him seem different, and the knobs of his elbows poked against his sleeve. His eyes were unnaturally bright, and whisked from side to side under the fringe of his hair.

"This is Beck, the head of the male dorm."

As he stepped back, another stepped forward, this time a woman. Unlike Beck, she was bright and perky and fresh into her middle age. Her honey brown hair bounced around her heart shaped face and her eyes shined with a cheery glee. Her smile was toothy and white, and her stature was feminine in her khaki shorts and dark polo. Her shoulders were tense, and she clasped her hands behind her back and looked down into the crowd, seeming to search for someone.

"This is Mary Anne, the head of the female dorm."

As she stepped back, she winked in the direction where Nicholas and the others sat.

"Dibs." Aaron called.

"Gross, man. She's like thirty five." Matthew replied under his breath.

"And?" Aaron turned around, grinned, and then turned his attention back to his phone, mumbling about the lack of bars. Nicholas sighed, letting his eyes wander aimlessly over the gathered crowd. The numbers were fewer than he had thought would be here, but then again, the camp hadn't been particularly publicized. He'd found out about it through Aaron, who had found it while doing whatever he does on the internet. It was cheap, and they hadn't had much to do over the summer anyways.

Mikhail, with his gleaming oleaginous smile, continued on with the introductions. "And lastly is Sebastian Oliveira, our newest member, who will be your activity instructor."

He was bulky and lean; the stature of an athlete. His skin, a deep bronze, conveyed a certain ethnic that didn't immediately name itself. He stood as if he were being held upwards by a string, slanting forward like a prized bull, his arms held away from his body with his hands in loose fists as if he was in some impatient avidity. His eyes held a certain light that reflected an impulsive recklessness. He looked young, but Nicholas estimated him to be in his late twenties - by far the youngest in the group.

The guy, Mikhail, wrapped up his speech and dismissed them all to be lead to their dorms. Nicholas, once again hoisting up the duffel bags, followed the flow of guys away.
"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."





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Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:56 am
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|Gulfie Darkbloom|




As the introduction conveined, we were escorted to our dorms where we would be in for the duration of out stay. I took in the surroundings, as did everyone else. No one spoke as we walked, which was odd. at this time of day, the trees and ground below should be teeming with woodland wildlife, but not a peep. Almost dead silence, if not for the sounds of feet crunching on natural earth. The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand on end.

"Look!" someone yelled. "It's the dorms!"

Everyone took off running towards them, but I held back. The glare of the sun had given me a migraine.

The property was nestled in a large clearing of cut down trees, with old trunks dotting the open area. Here the sun was particularly pressing, as if it was a smoldering eye, thrusting its harsh disapproval upon the backs of the creatures that wandered towards the plain white building. The edifice itself was large and sprawling, but was in no means ornate. A simple double ramp curved out onto the dirt pathway, and two simple metal double doors rested upon the ramp's crest. The building's blank front was only broken up by narrow windows, each with a grate fastened over them.

"Well... This looks... fun," I said, following behind the flow of teenage girls. The crowd slowed as they each filed inside. The interior wasn't physically different from the outside, except for cosmetic things, such as the freshly painted walls in a warm peach color, the plush but cheap chairs arranged in a lobby fashion, and the nature paintings on the wall. But the feel was similar. Sterile. Cold. Empty.

The dormmaster(?) handed out old fashioned keys with numbers scrawled upon them; when mine was called, she handed me one with the number 13.

"If the first number on your key is 0," the woman called out, "then your room will be on this floor. There are five floors, including the ground floor. Got it?"

No one particularly listened.

"Your rooms have been randomized, as well as your roommates! Do not come crying to me because you're not with your best buddy."

There was one ancient elevator, with a creaking iron wrought fence guarding it from ignorant wanderers that might fall into its path, which was already crowded with girls who must have had the upper floors. I opted for the stairs, where simple white steps stretched in a square pattern upwards. I crested the first floor of the stairway, hefting my suitcase behind me, and searched for my room.

13. The numbers were set in cheap gold paint upon an equally cheap wooden door. I examined it for a moment, though there wasn't much to see, and then stuck (the sentence and paragraph is past tense :p) the key into the hole.

As the door cracked open, a swoosh of fresh paint and aged plaster smells brushed against my face and a bleached light peeked out of the doorway. The opening door then revealed a pale white wall, a single, drab painting, and then the edge of two plainly adorned beds. The sole window was barred, as I had seen from the outside, and supplied the only light into the room.

I stepped inside, tugging my bags behind me. It was then that I saw the bags tossed upon the bed closest to the door, bright colors with name brand labels, and a smooth leg suddenly popped out, knocking down the sparkly makeup bag.

I turned at the edge of the bed to get a look at my roommate. She was pretty, in a high-class way, with straight blonde hair that was just long enough to brush her shoulders, a slightly pointed nose, and clear round eyes. She was dressed in white shorts and a pink tank top, and she looked up when I came around the corner. For a moment her expression made her look even younger than her years, almost childish in it's simplicity, and then her eyes flicked to where the bag rested after its fall and she returned to her phone resting in her lap.

"Would you get that for me?" She said, not looking up.

I paused and slowly reached for the bag, tossing it on her bed. I waited a moment for a reply, but when none came, I tugged my suitcases towards the other bed and said, "You're welcome."

She didn't look up, and instead mumbled curses about the wifi. I glanced at her once before unpacking. Just fucking great, I thought. I'm stuck with her ass instead of Tinka.
"What is dead my never die, but rises again, larger and stronger..."

*Ride like Lightening, crash like Thunder*


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Mon Sep 29, 2014 10:23 pm
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|Nicholas Grant|
- three days' time-


Nicholas tipped his head back, the liquid sun pouring onto his face.

He exhaled. His breath rustled a stray curl of his hair, which bounced lightly against his temple. His eyelids fluttered by the quiet movement of his eyes, as if watching some bird in the trees, and a sudden sigh of wind danced the leaves over his head and filled his ears with the pleasant voice of the woods. His nose tickled at the particular, but not unfamiliar, smell of algae, moist earth and lake water. His bare toes curled at the heat radiating off of the damp grass, burrowing into the dark ground. This was all for a moment, as there was a sudden uproar of noise and he opened his eyes.

Two girls, squealing, blonde hair flashing in the sun, leaped into the water. There were hoots and shouts as they emerged, their laughter floating to him from the shore. They splashed each other as more came in after them. Nicholas remained on the shore, slowly pulling his shirt off of his head and tossing it onto one of the awaiting benches. He walked onto the dock and bent as if to slide in when he was suddenly jolted from behind.

He went in head first, his nostrils filling with the murky water and a muffled roar in his ears. His arms pushed out to the side of him as he fumbled for the bottom, but his natural compulsion righted himself and his feet found the muck first. He shoved upwards and gasped when his head burst through the surface, and rose in time to catch the fading tail of laughter and the angry whistle of Beck, who stood on the sidelines, watching the scene with a look of discourage.

When Nicholas glanced upward towards the dock to identify his assailant, Dylan stood, a sly grin slapped on his face, and Aaron laughing next to him. Nicholas gently pushed away from the dock. He gave his head a furious shake, his sopping curls flinging droplets in a array around himself, like a wet dog. He smiled, much more quietly than his companions, and moved over as they jumped in next to him.

He sheltered his face from the splash of water and followed them as they languidly swam towards the main grouping of people. One of the girls turned as they came, the tips of her blonde hair floating in the water, and her thin pink lips perked into a smile. She tipped herself back and floated to the surface, exposing a pink poka-dot bikini and a pale unblemished stomach, her eyes watching their approach.

"Hey, guys." She said, smacking her lips around the words. She eyed Dylan and Aaron, and then her eyes fell on Nicholas.

"Name's Clara."

"This is Aaron and Nicholas, and that lazy asshole-" he turned and pointed to Matthew, who was tucked away from Beck's view, sleeping with his arm over his eyes, "-is Matthew. And you can call me whatever you want."

Clara laughed, high and rich. "Please." She said sarcastically. Clara suddenly screamed and righted herself in the water, her cool demeanor temporarily blown over, and another girl, chortling, emerged from the water.

The new girl guffawed. "You should see your face."

Dylan and Aaron were laughing as well, and even Nicholas chuckled, watching the heat rise from Clara's neck to her cheeks.

"So mature, Sarah." Clara said, adjusting her straps and reclaiming her cool.

"Oh whatever, girl. Hey, are ya'll going to the party later tonight?" Sarah asked, twirling in the water.

"Party?" Dylan asked, glancing briefly at Sarah's large chest before cocking his mouth.

"Yeah." Suddenly Sarah's voice dropped, and the small group had to lean in to hear her. "A couple of guys yesterday snuck away from the councilors- they watch us like crazy- and found this empty barn in the middle of the woods, far enough away from the dorms that they won't hear nothin'. Another guy brought booze in his truck and has it hidden under a tarp. I hear someone got weed, too. It's gonna be tonight at midnight, when the councilors are sleepin'. Ya'll planning on coming?"

"Hell's yeah." Aaron said. Nicholas briefly glanced at him, aware that this is the first that they've heard of it, but then returned to Sarah's further description. They talked until they heard Beck's shrill whistle and then they separated. Nicholas swam towards the dock, lifting himself out of the water and shaking himself dry, heading towards the shore to retrieve his shirt.

He had a bad feeling about that party.
"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."





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Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:54 pm
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|Gulfie Darkbloom|




I peered distrustfully through the mash of leaves, watching as eager teens peeled off their sweaty clothing and jumped into the awaiting pool of water. Beside me, Tinka did the same, stripping to a bare minimum bikini. Seeing as how I didn't want to put on a show for all of the ass holes out there watching, I just sat on the edge of the docks, peering out at the hormone riddled teenagers do their little water dance with each other. Sooner or later they would be sneaking off into the trees to hump like bunnies, and the thought made me laugh.

Laying back, I tuck an arm under my head and watch the clouds as they meander by at a leisurely pace. They shifted and swirled, like pairs of unhurried dancers, soaking in the sublime rays of the sun. I watched them, squiting my eyes, and then cried out as icy water arced aross my fully clothed body.

"Son of a bitch!" I snap. "Who the hell did that?"

My exclamation was met with an outcry of hysterical laughter. I looked down and saw the clusters of "fellow campers" grinning like fools, and at the head was a Grade A looking ass hole with the nastiest smile on his face. Just fucking great.

"What the hell is your damage?" I hissed, taking a threatening step towards the edge of the dock. The gathered crowd "ooed" and "ahed", swimming backwards but sticking around for the fight.

The guy looked up and grinned, like the baring of a snake's fangs. His cheekbones, thrown into shadow by the position of the sun, were sharp to say so nicely, and the structure of his nose stood out prominently against the pull of his skin. His eyes were large and strikingly blue, almost eerily so, and was a trait I might have found attractive, if not for the repugnant sneer that accompanied them.

"Whatever you want it to be." The laughter, which had momentarily subsided, rose to a new high. Goaded on by the obnoxious bystanders, he winked and then flicked his tongue over his lips.

I had never been so disgusted in my life. But then again, if he wanted to play it like that, I could swing it.

Looking him over like he was nothing special, I put my index finger to my chin, striking a thoughtful pose, then began to pace. "Hm... Maybe... Over compensation?"

Everyone burst into uncontroable laughter, turning the their gaze toward him. He sputtered, his pale skin flushing. Viens popped out on his forehead and stood out on his neck, which increased his appearance of stretched skin.

"Fucking whore." He said, angrily splashing water into my face. Another upbringing of "ooing" and "ahing" arose.

"That's probably the only way anyone would screw you." I wiped the water from my face, scoffing at him. His face flushed to a dark purple and in a sudden splash of movement he gripped the edge of the dock, heaving himself upward and reaching as if to snag my ankle. I took a careful step back and out of his reach, watching his progress with a defiant glare. Abruptly, as he made a move to reach for me again, he was yanked backwards, smacking his chin on the dock.

He came up sputtering and swinging like a psycho, barely turning towards the guy who had pulled him back. Quicker than I thought one of those crackheads could move, the other guy snatched one of his arms and twisted it roughly behind his back and used his free hand to grip the back of his neck. The dumbass struggled feebly with his last arm, but couldn't stretch far enough to reach him.

"Easy, easy. Chill, man." He said as he continued to struggle. There were a few claps, but mostly outcries of disapproval. This lot was still hungry for a fight.

I peered down at my, so to say, "rescuer", though I wouldn't have minded flipping the guy a few times.

"You wouldn't have won that fight anyway, honey. Dumb asses like you always lose." I shrug and turn to the newcomer." Who are you?

He was taller than me, his midnight hair slicked back from his face, stopping just past the nape of his neck that shone from beams of sun. His skin was fair and unblemished, though I could see a tan working it's way through. His sleepily tilted eyes and dusky colored pupils that looked slightly dilated from the light above. The build of his body was sturdy and lean, like a swimmer or soccer player and showed in both his upper and body through his well defined muscles.

He glanced upwards and then to the guy trapped in his grip. He released him and the douchebag turned around angrily, but his pride had taken too many blows, and instead he swiveled around and sulked out of the water. The new guy watched him warily, and then turned with a lopsided smile as two slightly familiar faces jumped on his shoulders and hooted rough praises.

Oh, it's them. I thought. The idiots with the big ass truck. I roll my eyes at the trio, turningon my heel and heading for Tinka's tanning figure languidly stretched out on one of the long chairs. When I reached her and plopped on the empty space next to her leg, she lifted up her sunglasses and gave me a raised eyebrow.

"What?" I asked with an indgnant frown and looked away.

"I didn't say anything," Tinka shrugs non-chalantly, laying down once more.

With a disgruntled sigh, I fall back against the short springy grass that cools my skin through my still soaked shirt, and watch as the clouds dance by.
"What is dead my never die, but rises again, larger and stronger..."

*Ride like Lightening, crash like Thunder*


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