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Post by Isabelle Stone on Dec 29, 2008 12:56:12 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Things had been super quiet around the camp that day, which was odd, even for a place as isolated as Camp Bell. The wind wasn't blowing, the birds weren't chirping, nor the crickets humming. Everything felt as though it was standing still. The sounds of the campers in the waters of the lake were nonexistant, which made Isabelle wonder where everything was on such a beautiful day, where, despite the quiet, the sun was still shining and warm.
Searching for something to do was unusual for her, the kind of girl who was easily contented to remain indoors and read a book, or head over to the music room so she could softly play the piano. It was one of the few places in the world, besides her own cabin, where she couldn't be found and hurt by the few people there who hated her with a passion. In all honestly, Isabelle had no idea why they did. One had feelings for a camp counselor, and the other had the hots for the boyfriend of her best friend. Then again, they had never made any sense to her in the years before. Why should they start now?
A quick glance at the clock beside her bed told Isabelle that the kitchen staff would not be working, having perhaps just finished with the lunch dishes. She gave a small sigh, then rose from where she lay on her bed, slipping her slender feet into her shoes before she left the cabin. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of what little she had eaten while she had been at lunch. Isabelle rolled her eyes, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she walked along the boardwalk, heading in the direction of the kitchen.
It was a relatively short walk, where she could observe the wildlife that was still around, despite the usually noisy campers. Squirrels were scurrying along the branches of the trees, birds were flying through the air. Things seemed to quiet for a place that was normally buzzing with activity, a place with approximately a hundred people, including campers, staff and the wandering locals who came to check the camp out.
Isabelle reached the kitchen door within minutes, finding the screendoor to be the only thing seperating her from the inside. "Hello?" she called. "Is anyone here?"
There was no response.
Her hand pushed aside the screen door as she took a cautious step inside, finding that it was indeed vacant of all life. Again, she found this rather odd. Plucking an apple from the fruit basket, she continued to look around with dark brown eyes, wondering if maybe someone was pulling a prank on her, and she was unaware. What other reason was there for being alone?
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Post by Simone Dawson on Jan 1, 2009 15:50:15 GMT -5
 ___________________________________________________ Simone had justed returned from her hike through the small woods that surrounded Camp Bell. She had always loved to look and see the nature around her and the quiet beauty that it always seemed to hold. Today had been a quiet day by all standards. She had only seen a handful of people all day, and for a small camp holding over hundreds of students, councilors and locals it was unusual. She allowed a small smile to come across her face and she emerged from the woods, and noticed that a lot of wildlife had emerged from the woods to explore the camp today as well.
From her angle she could see dozens of rabbits and squirrels hurrying around the camp grounds. She felt her stomach rumble slightly. She glanced down at her watch and noticed that she had missed the appointed lunch, but hopefully the kitchen staff would have some leftovers or at the very least she could get some fruit or something into her empty stomach.
As she approached the kitchen Simone was rather unnerved at the little amount of people that seemed to be around. It was so unusually from there too be this little amount of people. 'Maybe I missed something.'She thought to herself as she glanced around the camp ground, only spotting a handful of people. Getting annoyed at the constant need to push her hair out of her eyes. Simone grabbed the rubber band she always carried around her wrist and pulled her hair into a sideways pony tail.
Simone finally reached the kitchen door after only a few minutes, but to Simone it seemed like forever. The absence of noise made the walk seem longer than she had ever remember it being before. She approached the screen door and noticed that even the kitchen had an unusually quiet surrounding it.
The kitchen staff often played their own music well they worked and even though the music had not been a constant the kitchen staff often talked and laughed but the building was void of that as well. It seemed to be the building was completely empty as well.
As she pushed open the screen door and stepped inside, Simone noticed a shadow against the wall. 'I guess its not completely empty' She thought as she took another few steps into the building. "Hello?She called out. "Who's there?"
She just prayed that it wasn't Kendra or any of her little friends. Simone couldn't stand them, she didn't understand how Kendra could still be so hung up on Kyle. Although she knew that wasn't the only reason that Kendra didn't like her she knew it was the main reason.
Simone finally entered the open kitchen and noticed a firmilar figure standing there eating an apple.
"Bella."She cried out, glad to finally see someone she knew. She was being to get weirded out but the deadness of the camp. |
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Post by Isabelle Stone on Jan 1, 2009 16:38:15 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Her teeth sunk into the skin of her apple with a crisp crunch as she bit into the sweet, juicy center. That sound was the only one she heard through the entire kitchen, seeing no signs of the normal staff, nor of their music, which was normally playing at all times. For a camp that was filled with so many people, such a silence was not normally possible, which made Isabelle wonder what it was that drove it to happen, wether good or bad.
Dark brown eyes scanned the entire kitchen, even through the small serving window that allowed her a view of the dining area, also vacant of any life, not including the dust that was sure to be accumulating on the tops of the tables. A sigh escaped her lips. Was she was the only person still hanging around the camp at all? Was there absolutely no one else for her to talk to?
"Belle!"
The sudden shout of her name from behind made Isabelle jump, turning to stare at the shouter. Her heart was pounding fast from the small scare, only to slow itself when she saw the face of who it was. There was no need to fear the likes of Simone Dawson. At least on a personal level. The two were the best of friends, and had been for the past few years that they had been coming to Camp Bell. Simone was the one who liked to bother Belle about her voice, a subject that was slightly touchy for the teen.
"Geez Simone," Belle said with a sigh of releif. "With you around who needs Halloween or horror films? Where have you been? This entire camp is empty!"
A bright smile fell on her lips. Maybe Simone lost them all in the woods or something. She knew very well that there was nothing better Simone wanted to do than leave Kendra on a trail or throw her into the lake. With the recent drama she was stirring up between Simone and her boyfriend, Kyle, many people were against her for being such a drama queen.
And still, they were alone. Seeing the attire her friend wore, Belle grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and threw it at her, gently enough for her to catch. If Simone was in the kitchen, then she was bound to be hungry, and since she didn't recall seeing the petite beauty at lunch, she must have been out hiking again.
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Post by Simone Dawson on Jan 1, 2009 16:50:46 GMT -5
___________________________________________________ Simone couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her friends suprised and shocked expression. She loved scaring people, it was fun and allowed some adreline to pass through her blood stream no where near the amount that did when she was dancing but still. It was an art that Simone had nearly prefected.
"What do you mean who need Halloween?"Simone asked dramaticly pretending to be shocked and hurt. Simone loved Halloween it was her favorite day of the year. What other day could you dress up and ask random people for candy. "Although I personally could do without the horror movies."She admitted as much as Simone loved to scare people she was a chicken when it came to getting scaried jumping at the smallest of things.
Simone quickly caught the apple that Belle had thrown at her "Why thank you darling. It looks like baseball years have paid off afterwards."She said with a laugh at the memories of her playing baseball in her home town. She was good and the running and catching it was the hitting in which she had utterly failed at and ultimately made her give up the sport.
" I hate to answer question with another question but honey isn't it kind obvious where I've been?"She asked looking down at her brown shorts and white tank top , and matched with her hiking boots she thought that it had been quiet obvious.
Simone quickly thought over Isabelle's other question she didn't remember any trips or anything of the sort that would make people disappear like this.
"I honestly have no idea."She said as she sunk her teeth into her apple. She smiled slightly she hadn't realized how hungry she had actually been until this moment. She quickly chewed and took another bite. "So good"She said pointed to the apple. |
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Post by Isabelle Stone on Jan 2, 2009 20:30:34 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Isabelle gave a short laugh before munching on another chunk of apple, her mind wandering to an old memory. It had been their first year at camp, when she had first met Simone. In actuality, the reason they met was because of the sport itself. They had needed an extra player for the game when she happened to be wandering by, and it was her catching skills that had caught ball Simone had hit on a line drive down the first base line. That was their very, very first encounter with one another.
After that, the two had met again in the dance studio, where Isabelle had watched quietly as Simone did her thing to a tune with which she was unfamiliar. Eventually she was busted for watching, but she gained a new respect for dancing, that much was certain. In fact, Simone basically taught her everything she knew about dancing.
"I never got as deeply into that sport as you did," she commented. "You were always the die-hard ball player. I was just the meek girl who happened to be wandering by."
By her friend's comment, Isabelle looked at her closely, realizing that her outfit indeed gave her away for her previous location. The white tank top clung to her curvy friend from the sweat of the walk, the brown shorts matching well against her now tanned skin colour. And the boots? An added touch, she thought quietly to herself. They should have given her hiking away in a moment, but at this point, Isabelle was being totally unobservant.
Belle smirked. "Smart-ass," she mumbled under her breath.
Another bite of apple found its way into her mouth as she nearly choked, laughing at the expression on Simone's face. Clearly, she hadn't been smart enough to pack trail-mix or something with her before she left, because she knew for a fact that she had missed the lunchtime. And if she thought right, then Simone was gone by the time she awoke that morning, which also meant that she skipped breakfast.
Not the brightest move on her part.
"Guess you should have eaten before you left, or at least taken food with you."
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Post by Simone Dawson on Jan 2, 2009 20:45:44 GMT -5
___________________________________________________ Simone laughed at the memories of the few times they had actually played baseball together Isabelle always was the better hitter but when it came to cheering and other things Isabelle was to polite to put anyone down, no matter how much Simone had tried to convince her it was just part of the sport.
"I wasn't a die-hard play,"She told her with a small smirk both knowing that it was true,"I just liked to cheer and scream and shout, and you know what maybe I was a die-hard baseball player."She finally admited, knowing there was no way to talk her way out of this.
She took another chunk out of the apple, in all honesty this apple was probably the most delicious thing she had eaten in a while or atleast it seemed that way. It was juicy and crunchy and prefection in the shape of an apple. But they may just have been because of the lack of food that Simone had eaten today.
"I am not a smart-ass, just more observent than you apparently."She said with a smile, so what if she was being a smart-ass it was just part of her nature and people would just have to accept it because it was going to go away just yet. "It's like eating perfection."She said as she quickly finished of the apple.
She quickly searched through the fruit bowl that sat in the middle of the counter with a intense look of concentration, before pulling out a banana and peeling it, "Banana's yummy." She said taking a bite out of it.
"I am sorry, I am no where near your intelligence level."She said with a smirk,"We shall all worship at the feet of the beautiful goddess of intelligence and common sense, Isabelle."She said with a growing smirk as she fell to the ground and pretended to worship the ground on which Isabelle walked. |
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Post by Isabelle Stone on Jan 5, 2009 15:48:18 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She rolled her dark brown eyes as she heard Simone's familiar, rebellious tone echo in her ears, something she was all too used to. Though they hardly saw one another outside of the summers where they were together at camp, she knew it was one of the biggest things she missed when school went back. It was people like Simone who made life enjoyable, a ride that was never the same twice. Such was the joy and sorrow of knowing one as crazy and out of sorts as Simone Dawson.
Taking up the chance to act in such a manner, Isabelle stood as tall as she could, lifting her chin slightly as she looked down at her grovelling friend with a playful stare of authority. She then strolled around the kitchen, voice deep and booming, or as much as she could make it so with a soprano singing voice, as she made ridiculous declarations and jests at people.
"From this day forth, blondes shall not be allowed to swim in the lake," she told Simone, looking down for a moment, trying not to smile. "They must first be thrown into the lake by one of their superiors, then taken to the showers to be cleansed."
And for kicks, she began speaking in the old English style once used by William Shakespeare, something she had to study in school.
"And further more," continued the girl. "All those who dost annoy me, shall be hung by their toes in the stables, where they shall smell like the animals they abhor."
Enough was enough at that point. Dropping the act, she turned back to face the girl who had befriended her long ago, leaning against the counter top as she crossed her arms. At that moment, a thought came to mind, at the same time as the sun reflected into the skin of her apple, which she still held onto. It was something simple, an apple. It grew outside, and when it was ready, was picked and eaten by a human or other animal that managed to reach it first.
Why couldn't life be that simple as well?
A soft sigh fell from her parted lips. "Don't you wish we could just make our worries vanish that simply?" she asked.
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Post by Simone Dawson on Jan 13, 2009 17:53:29 GMT -5
___________________________________________________ Simone stood just as Belle began to make some law about restricting blondes from the water, she laughed slightly before taking a bite of her almost forgotten banana,"Fine but when the blondes attack it on your head."She answered with a small laugh as she watch her friend continue to make laws, this time in old Shakespeare, mostly like just for the tone of it.
She listened carefully trying to imagine what the camp would be like if they actually had this rules, she figured they would be severely lacking blondes and most likely not as successful as a lot of the blondes had talent, but it was a few and a very limited few at that that gave the rest of the blondes their bad name, and Simone often felt bad for the talent, smart, and kind ones.
"Oh but Queen Isabelle, that is too kind a treatment for those who doth annoy you."She said trying to hold back a laugh as she gave her best Shakespeare speech. She never claimed to be good at Shakespeare or English for that matter. She knew that she was no where near as good at it as Isabelle but hey no one's perfect.
She quickly danced across the kitchen on her tippy toes, to reached the cupboard which held the glasses within them. She quickly grabbed a small Spongebob mug, and danced over to the fridge on the other side of the kitchen knowing that her dancing would amuse Belle. Belle always seemed to be amused by her childish antics.
She grabbed the mild carton and poured herself as glass. She took a sip quickly wipping away at her mouth to get rid of any chance of a milk mustache, as she caught the end of what Belle had been saying.
"Belle worries are apart of life, without them things wouldn't be as fun, besides I happened to like worries and problems. They give me a challenge something to overcome." She explained to her friend, unsure of where this suddenly came from one minute they were dancing goofing off, and now they were talking about something deep, and she was completely take off guard.
"That was definitely a lane change without a signal."She told her friend with a smile before continuing more seriously."Why Belle, are you okay? |
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