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MOD POST [Sep. 17th, 2005|02:21 pm]
Camp Slash - rpg


Camp Slash will be MEMBERS ONLY from now on and so will all the other camp related communities.

So playing will continue just like before, but now non-members can't read the posts.
You are welcome to friends lock your previous posts, but remember to friend other players so they can read those posts if they want to.
Thank you!
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(no subject) [Sep. 15th, 2005|07:53 pm]
Camp Slash - rpg

I sit in a secluded area on the grounds. It's far too nice to be inside on such a day, and I'm wondering what kind of winter this place is used to. I have my headphones on and the CD player...

just short of blaring.Collapse )

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MOD POST [Sep. 15th, 2005|09:10 am]
Camp Slash - rpg

I've heard that LJ BOSSES are scouting journals, so please everyone: Put disclaimers on your journals!!!!. Whole RPGs have been closed if one or two journals don't have these!

Thank you!
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A few minutes past midnight, wed/thurs. [Sep. 11th, 2005|03:46 pm]
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[mood |drunkthrashed]

I'm laying on the grass, staring at the stars. They're gorgeous tonight. I used to do this with Julian every once in awhile way back when. I try to get Rupert to join me once again, but he just ignores me, staring at me from his spot on the cabin stairs like a protective mother cat. He probably thinks I'm too drunk. Maybe I am, but it's okay, because I feel so much better right now. Who cares if the world is going to shit? Vodka will protect me, or make it hurt much less if it doesn't. Love to Vodka. My new friend, old friend. Where's Rupert. "Rupert!" I shout into the night. There's a soft sigh and a softer, "Over here, Cillian," from the stairs. Right, the stairs. Someone steps over me and I smile happily at them.
"Cillian, why don't you just go to bed?" Rupert pleads.
"Nope!" I respond loudly. My outside voice got into a shouting match with my inside voice and won, bringing along his friend, trying to shout through the buzz in your head voice, then they got into a match, and the new voice won. I no longer remember how to be quiet.
"You're going to wake someone up," he hisses at me, thinking that might calm me.
"LEGAL!" I apparently find this uproariously funny and start cackling.
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Wednesday Late-Afternoon [Sep. 9th, 2005|12:18 pm]
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Well. . . I had been trying to get out. Really, I had. I had been trying to make friends, to no real avail. . . I waited up for Karl, but when he didn't come home for awhile? Well, me being the fiendish little thing I am, decided to drive up to camp to visit him at work. This place, it used to be my work place too. . .not like I ever helped anyone. Can't sing, can't dance. Can't do shit. . . . Hell, I can barely breathe anymore.

I miss this place.. . I really had wanted to make friends. Wanted to help. I don't even remember what happened to my first student. I'm clad in jeans that are too loose, and my black dress shirt that is unbuttoned just a little, necklaces showing beneath as I roam the halls, looking for Karl, or Jake... or any familiar face, really...

Doing everything in my power not to think about this Friday.
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wednesday afternoon [Sep. 9th, 2005|07:36 pm]
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I sit on the steps ofmy cabn with my ipod in my ears... I hope no one's talking to me at the moment I would hate to think , people think I'm ignoring them , but they should tap my shoulder I keep my cane close so they at least have a hint. Or maybe Hayden will show up.. he should know to tap my shoulder.I smile when I think of him.
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Wednesday early afternoon outside working [Sep. 6th, 2005|01:42 pm]
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It's time to mow the lawn again. Not my favourite task, but I get to be outside. I like to work outside, especially when it's a nice weather, not too hot and not too cold.
Drew and I had good evening and a good morning. We just cuddled and talked. I'm so happy with him. Everything's so good between us.
Later today I will make a poster for the renovating party. Maybe finally we manage to finish the work in the attic. It's going to be so great when it's finished! Every wall in different colour, white, blue and red. I hope I get people to do it with me. It's a lot of work and I can't finish it all by myself.
I stop for a while and wipe sweat off my forehead. I sigh and look around, still a lot to do, so better just keep working.

((Football/Soccer game coming up, Greg and Tobey for now, but others can join too!!!!!))
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Wednesday morning. [Sep. 4th, 2005|11:17 pm]
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[mood |unsure]

I sit in the window, legs crossed on the bed, letting my skin soak in the sun. The cement ceased being cold only a little while ago, and I lean my head on warm forearms, closing my eyes for the briefest second. I hum softly as I stare out at the view, green everywhere, occasional people running this way and that, mouth opening every once in awhile to sing a line or two before closing and continuing to hum. "...something that tears me inside... so I can't go..." I always end up back on that same song, as if it means something more than even I had meant it to. In it's own strange way it's become incredibly comforting. "...Why Naveed would let a young man die..." I sigh and turn my head away from the sun.
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Happy Biiiirthday Tooo Meeee. Wednesday Morning. [Sep. 3rd, 2005|02:54 pm]
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Knocking on Orlando's door because I really could do with the company today, determined to be happy just for one day. Shouting: "It's Billy, if you're naked put some clothes on, get your hands off Charlie and open the doooooor" In a sing song voice and knocking to the same tune. "Hellooooooooooooooo"
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Wed. Mid morning. [Sep. 2nd, 2005|06:02 pm]
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Rupert has loaned me his cell phone to finish off my phone calls to the would-be stalkers. The only provision he had was that he get to stay in the room while I make them. I'm not sure why he did this, but he has. I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. So it's me, a bottle of 100 proof vodka, and Rupert. After the first call he backs away from me, frowning. I don't think he really imagined what I was like. I'm sure he had some idea, but hearing me coddle and sweet talk these people I so obviously never wanted to talk to again makes him think again. After the third call, he walks up, sits on the bed across from me, and slips his hand in mine. I look at him confused and he has a bit of a pained expression on his face, but I'm not sure if it's for them or for me. When I hang up the call I just stare at him for a moment, then take yet another swig of vodka. He doesn't say anything, just takes the book laying between us with the phone numbers and swings it around his way to look at it.
Kill-Ian. Heh.Collapse )
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Wednesday early morning going out [Aug. 31st, 2005|07:58 pm]
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I woke up feeling better. The fun I had with Shane helped a lot. I slept good and decide to out for a walk or just sit outside. I make up my mind once I get dressed.
I step outside and find a surprise, flowers from Dom. I sit down and read the card. I read it a couple of times really carefully.
He's seeing someone, getting help, which is a good thing. I'm still worried and concerned. He's disappeared once before and he could do it again. He says he still cares about me. I feel a lot for him too, but I have to think myself first. I want to support him, but I don't want to be hurt.
Maybe I should talk to someone too, a professional, get help too. I sit down on the steps and hug my knees. I close my eyes and hold Dom's note against my chest. The flowers are a beautiful gesture, a part of me is very happy to get those and to know he cares. But I don't want to be sucked in and hurt again. Tough situation this is, especially since I still have strong feelings for him.
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Tuesday night [Aug. 29th, 2005|02:53 pm]
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[mood |boredBored]

Clay's asleep, so I decide to go for a nice long walk alone. I end up sitting down by the lake, tossing rocks and trying to make them skip, humming quietly to myself. It's so quiet out here; I almost feel out-of-place. I sigh and stretch a bit, then pick up a fairly big rock, tossing it into the water.
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Tuesday Night-ish. Around 6:00pm. [Aug. 26th, 2005|09:58 pm]
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Laughing with you in your cabin, Billy's off somewhere and we have the whole place to ourselves, all. night. long. But weirdly enough, tonight isn't the passionate, falling into bed of usual nights. Tonight is laughter and talking and eating ice cream. And.. I guess we're counting down the days- to when you try it.. the thought of which is like a bucket of ice in my stomach, instead of the slick cold sweetness of the ice-cream. Yours mint chocolate chip, as always, mine strawberry (no, not because it's pink you wanker, the colour is just an added bonus..).

Lying on my stomach beside you, laughing, you lying on your back with the ice cream tub resting on your chest, also laughing.. and times like this the confidence in us builds, just a little, and I work not to make myself fight it back down for fear of dissappoint it, but to settle warm and sweet like honey in my stomach and chest and make this night one of the ones I'll remember- always- nomatter what happens tomorrow or the day after or in years to come. Some things.. you just know they're going to stick.

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Blah... [Aug. 23rd, 2005|10:24 pm]
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[mood |blahblah]

I haven't heard from Alicia in a while and it makes me feel used. Maybe I was maybe I wasn't. I do know she's still at the house, however. Wonder how my mom is taking that.

I flop back on my bed, wondering where my roommates are and feeling totally and completely horrible for ignoring them and my studies for the past week or two. I open a book but end up pushing it aside and closing my eyes.

I feel like such a horrible person.
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Tuesday early evening in the cafeteria [Aug. 21st, 2005|09:21 am]
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It's been a long day today and lots of work. I haven't had a chance to talk to anyone today.
When I woke up early this morning, Drew was still sleeping, but I had to go to work. I'm hoping I'll see him here or then later in my room, our room. Of course I'll see him there, it's his room now too.
I order a big slice of pizza and a huge glass of soda. The cafeteria ladies put an apple and a banana on my tray too before I walk into a booth.
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Tuesday late late evening. [Aug. 20th, 2005|09:30 pm]
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[mood |indifferentindifferent]

Do you worry that you're not liked?
How long til you break?
You're happy 'cause you smile
How much can you fake?

A sound wakes me. Probably some random creak that I've never heard before and therefore I believe it to be some ax murderer out to kill us all. God only knows. All I know, I'm not falling back to sleep for the next little while. I'm awake. I check to see that Anne is still over in her bed soundly asleep so I creep out of the cabin and sit on the stairs, secure in the fact that I didn't wake the poor girl up. I settle myself down and sigh softly, then lean my chin on my hand, staring out into the dark, not really seeing anything or anyone, the anyone part being easy since there didn't really seem to be anyone out and about. Feeling invisible was almost comfortable, even though I hadn't acted that much different today than usual, despite my plans. Maybe this would be harder than I thought. Who knew. Maybe my personality just wouldn't take change like I had thought it would. Sure as hell won't stop me from continuing to try, though.
It's a little chilly and I'm tempted to walk in and find my trusty hoody, but then I might wake Anne, so I just bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. Maybe I could just disappear here, too. Maybe no one would bother with trying to bother me. It's seems a little more relaxed here. Maybe I could just sit in a dark corner... or even out in the open while I hide from the world. Someone walks past without even seeing me and I smile a little to myself. Something may change my mind, though. Only time will tell.
God, Christien. Could you be any more cliche?
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New Arrival [Aug. 20th, 2005|08:39 pm]
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[mood |anxiousanxious]

I stare out the window of the taxi cab. I've been sitting here for about five minutes, and I don't know what to do. I know the metor's running, and the driver is probably dancing for joy. Why am I so reluctant? This is so different. Maybe, I'm just afraid I'll screw something up.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door, and grab my two overly stuffed duffel bags. I realize that I probably would have been able to fit everything into a decent sized suit case, but thought they maneuvered better. I step onto the gravel of the drop off area, and wonder who I'll meet while I'm here.
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Tuesday Late Afternoon [Aug. 20th, 2005|04:06 pm]
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After I leave Dan in the cafe, I head up the stairs to the art room. Despite all the fun we had, I haven't been able to shake the nagging guilty of leaving him with just a quick note as compensation. He couldn't have found me if he wanted to either.

I shake my head as I leave the stairwell. I need to explain to him why I left as well. He'll probably understand, but I just don't like talking about myself. I come up to the door and knock. As soon as I'm finished, I realize that I have no idea if he's even in there. I hope he is...
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Tuesday afternoon - around 4:30ish [Aug. 19th, 2005|09:42 pm]
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[mood |okayokay]
[music |All Over You - Live]

I actually was able to get that nap. It was pretty good...no dreams, no oogy feeling when I woke up, I slept well actually. Despite the fact that my brother's gone home now, so I don't have my rock to hold me to the ground anymore.

After having my shower...*turns on radio*Collapse )
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Around noon Tuesday [Aug. 16th, 2005|11:41 am]
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[mood |boredbored and nervous]
[music |The chatter of people in a much better situation than me....]

Fresh off the bus form New York I found my way from Athena to the Camp which is to be my home for a while.  When I finally made it to main building I relized I hadn't a clue where I was suposed to go to get set up. I knew everything was written in the letter I received but I'd lost that a long time ago. So I threw my bag over my shoulder and wondered around until I found a place I assumed was the cafeteria. I set my bag down in an empty both and got some herbal tea.

"Maybe this will sooth my nerves." I thought as I absentmindedly stirred it with a spoon. "I must look pathetic sitting here all by my self and everything I own in a small back pack next to me."

With a frustrated sigh took a sip. "BLECK!" I nearly sprayed it onto the seat across from me. Damn. I'd forgotten the sugar. I swallowed what was in my mouth with a grimace and instead of getting some sugar, I resigned to just running my finger around the top of the mug in endless circles. "I hope some one comes along to rescue me soon. Otherwise I'm screwed.".....

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