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Post by charlie on Oct 12, 2011 20:48:09 GMT -5
 Another game of Capture the Flag. Well, scratch that. Another game. that was all it took for Charlie to be excited. And good news was, he was still quite little, so people generally didn’t charge him with weaponry in attempts to harm him. So he really couldn’t think of any time that he’d actually gotten hurt in one of these games. Especially when he was on defense, like he was now. He wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to be defending, so he picked a spot between five trees. And he’d set himself with the idea that any red team person who came anywhere near his five trees would get a magical surprise. Probably just his harmless but very pretty trademark mini fireworks. Though he had learned that he was getting better at animating things.
Animation. That was what gave him the idea. Well, that and the image of Mickey Mouse in a sorcerer’s hat. He started hunting around the clearing until he found a satisfactory number of sticks, then started placing them in a large circle around the five trees at odd intervals. For anyone watching him, well, his parentage alone might make this activity seem a bit more excusable. He bustled around, not really paying attention to his surroundings, which was likely a bad idea for this game, but he had a new game to play. He marched back to his original spot.
Turning to face the ring, he concentrated on the image he had from the old Disney movie. Save for the creepy big monster, he’d always rather liked that movie. It had mythology in it! One by one the sticks picked themselves up and started marching around in a ring like little sentries guarding his five trees. Charlie beamed like Christmas morning. He felt almost as cool as Mickey Mouse now. The sticks continued in their little dance and Charlie set to humming as well. He wished he could have used actual brooms, but hey, it happened. For now, a dozen or so dancing sticks was still pretty good. He pushed his oversized helmet – it was like a blue-plumed sorcerer’s…well, helmet - up from where it had attempted to slide down over his face and continued on his little game. Word Count: 375 Tag: Ren! Song: If you haven't guessed already, here |
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Post by Ren Nakamura on Oct 12, 2011 23:10:04 GMT -5
Since the game had started, he'd deported two younger players to the prison and accidentally knocked a third male out, to his dismay. He hoped he might have the chance to say "no hard feelings" later. Not that it mattered much, damage already done. Well, what could he do? He gave a little defeated shrug as he thought about it, still making his way quietly through the underbrush. After a while, he found himself humming tunelessly. Until he thought of one of his favorite Disney songs, "I'll Make a Man Outta You". "Lets get down to business, to defeat the Huns! Err... Red team!" He chuckled to himself and kept humming, when suddenly he heard a rustle and snap, somewhere nearby.
The joyful humming stopped and so did Ren's movement as he listened for the disturbance again. There was definitely something a little north of where he was walking. Reaching across with his right hand to his katana hilt so as to be ready to draw it at a moment's notice, he crept silently through the trees towards the noise when suddenly from behind some trees was... A young boy and some dancing sticks? ...Huh? But Ren relaxed his grip on his sword as soon as he saw the blue plume and attire on the boy. He couldn't erase the slight shock from his face as he watched the sticks dance about, though. Finally pulling himself into a more composed state, he approached the circle of trees. "That. Is an awesome trick." He smiled at the young boy, wondering how long he'd been around camp. "How's it going, little man?"
Tag: Charlie
Word Count: 380
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Post by charlie on Oct 26, 2011 19:32:51 GMT -5
Charlie had not seen the new person coming at all. Not until he said something, at which point Charlie froze, the sticks all dropping to the ground as his concentration broke. He turned around quickly to face the person who’d spoken. “S-sorry. I was supposed to be defending, um, the area. I didn’t mean to get distracted, really.” His happy mood had changed to nervous at the drop of a hat when someone he didn’t know came onto the scene. It also didn’t help that usually people weren’t overly enthusiastic about his little crazy games like this, especially when it came to training, game or not.
Then he noticed the older boy’s smile. Charlie risked a small smile back. Maybe this older camper was nicer. At least he hadn’t started telling Charlie off for not paying attention to the game. And now that his nerves allowed him to notice it, his comment had actually been a compliment. “Thanks…” he said, with a little more confidence than before. “I’m doing alright. A… a little bored. No one else has come this way. I guess I must be really far from the flag. I don’t even know where it is. But we’re on the same team, right?” His words started coming out quicker and quicker, longer and longer the more comfortable he got with the conversation, which was not taking long. Then again, for a bipolar, ADHD, 12-year-old, it was perfectly normal. “What about you? How’s it going with you? Oh, and my name is Charlie. I don’t think I know you. My mom’s Hecate.” A lengthy, mostly nonsensical introduction, but that was just the way Charlie usually had it. Word Count: 278 (which feels like a total sin against nature... o.o)
Tag: Ren!!!
Note: Sorry that took so long!!! |
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