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Camilla Carstairs

    (04/02/2018 at 12:56)
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First week of camp
9:30am


It was tall. Or at least from her perspective it was, she was short after all, even if mama had promised her that by the time she was 15 she would be tall as any other Carstairs. Still, her cousin Margaret was already 23 and almost as short as Camilla herself, which was rather worrysome because either her mother had lied to her (-- a white lie, but a lie still) or maybe she could be unlucky like Margaret and be doomed to be that short. And she wanted, no, needed to be tall because her (taller) friend Matthieu always had to help her to climb her house's wall back in Geneva.

And Camilla Carstairs, according to that strange palm reader she had met in the streets had said that she was destined to be an independent lady -- and she could not be independent at all if Matthieu had to keep helping her to climb that forshaken wall.

As she regarded the rock from her sitting position by the edge of the lagoon, she showed little interest in swimming towards the rock, rather, she just wanted to know whether falling from that sharp drop would hurt or not -- she was not ready to break one of her legs just yet. Bare feet dangled in the air as she sat, tanned skin constrasting again her white swimsuit. An apple in her hand, taking ocasional bites as she towards the rock, the other fiddling with the grass -- until she heard footsteps that hinted that someone had decided to go for a morning swim as well.

She took another bite of the apple, a hand vaguely gesturing towards the rock. "You think jumping from there is a good idea?"

Evangeline Arlina

    (04/02/2018 at 13:34)
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It was an enigma.

The rock, that was. Dressed in a purple swimsuit with a cloud-like throw over her shoulders, she pattered her way to the lagoon. It had become one of her favourite places to run away from everyone. However, she seemed to be finding lots of people here, and it was uncomfortable. Today, it was a girl with really pretty hair. Something just surged in her, a desperation to actually be nice to the girl.

The thing was, Evangeline Arlina was never nice. Sweet, pure and innocent, but never nice. It could be really thinly veiled, where most people think of it as nice, but in reality, she was just sweet talking the person for an ally. The only true friend she ever had was Ali, and Ali was older than her. It would be nice to have a friend around her age, anyway.

Pulling the throw tighter around her, she gazed at whatever had captured the girl's attention. The slab of rock that was protruding out of the water. It had been her goal for the day. To jump over the steepest part into the water. She wasn't scared of it at all.

(Maybe she was, but she doesn't have to show it.)

As she approached the girl, she was surprised to hear her addressing herself. Smirking slightly, she slipped next to the girl, a graceful and fluid motion. Closing her eyes, she let her feet dangle in the air, deep in thought and enjoying the breeze. Finally opening her eyes, she let her gaze fall to the girl, her head leaned to one side as if in thought.

"Yes, if you timed it right and not land... on some hard thing. Or pelt down face down."

Camilla Carstairs

    (04/02/2018 at 14:56)
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"Yes, if you timed it right and not land... on some hard thing. Or pelt down face down."

It was a female voice what answered her question, footsteps eventually ceasing as the girl occupied the spot by her side. The girl stole a quick glance towards the younger looking girl, curiosity lingering for a few moments as she regarded her.

She pondered the other girl's words as she kept munching her apple, eyes still fixed on the rock instead of the newcomer that was no sitting by her side before sticking her foot inside the water as she took one last bite, then tossing the remains of the apple to the side. "You might be right," Camilla voiced, her now empty hand picking a small daisy by her side as she found herself being unable to keep her hands still. "Are you going to jump?"

She did not try to hide the obvious intention behind her words -- to see the other girl jump before she did the same in case anything went wrong. It was not that she wanted the girl to get hurt -- she had never seen her or met her before, which was not surprising at all considering that she had only returned from Geneva less than two months ago -- but the girl was far more preoccupied about her own safeness.

A bit selfish, perhaps.

But Camilla was determined not to drown or break a few bones before she grew to be taller than Margaret.

Digby Walter Robbins

    (04/10/2018 at 21:00)
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It was the First week of camp and Digby had been enjoying himself far too much. However, the boy was still used to waking up painfully early due to his chores on the farm. He quickly learned that most other children his age didn’t like to be awake this early and found himself a bit lonely. It made him almost miss his annoying cousins, at least he was never alone with them around.

The lagoon was the place that excited him the most about Camp Loki. Digby could not remember the last time he had been near a body of water big enough to swim in. Skipping down to the water in a bought of excitement, he was pleased to see two other camp goers by the lagoon this morning.

“Morning!”

The boy grinned before practically diving into the lagoon with his belt and shorts still adorned. Causing an obnoxious splash.

Being Muggle-born he had no clue what to pack for camp when he received his acceptance letter. He had never been to a camp before let alone a magical one. The young boy never thought a bathing suit would be required on his journey. Yet a wardrobe mishap was not going to stop this boy from a refreshing swim.

Swimming clumsily, the boy started to dog-paddled his way to Marooners' rock.

“I’m going to jump.”

The boy stated proudly, holding his chin up. He had only heard the end bit of the girls' conversation and decided to give his opinion although nobody had asked for it.

“You coming?”

he asked the girls, swimming on his back like an otter to look back at them, kicking his feet, threatening to splash them accidentally with his clumsy limps and sporadic swimming habits.

“Or are you just going to sit there like them Daisies?”

The boy challenged. Hoping the girls would accompany him. Adventures were always more fun with company.

Evangeline Arlina

    (04/13/2018 at 13:34)
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"Are you going to jump?"

A silent hum, as the answers swirled on her tongue. Sweet on her lips as she spoke them out, and she was about to agree to that earlier statement when a stranger entered the conversation. But first, he was accompanied by a loud splash. Narrowing her eyes at the boy, she instantly became on guard, wary and careful. He was a stranger.

Even his swimming skills weren't good enough. He approached them, and his next few words did little to lighten her suspicions. He seemed arrogant and proud, given the way his chin was held high, even if she admired his confidence... Now he was threatening to splash them with water. Boys, immature as always. The next sentence made her jump up in anger.

“Or are you just going to sit there like them Daisies?”

Anger flared in her. Nobody called her a flower! Forgetting about the sweet and naive expression she was about to portray, she began to dislike the boy more second by second. A sly grin slipped onto her face. Removing the throw, leaving it on the beach, she slipped into the water.

"I'm coming! How 'bout we race?"

Turning around, she glanced at the other girl, and shouted, "You coming?"

Camilla Carstairs

    (04/17/2018 at 13:37)
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There was a splash, only a few drops of water reaching her legs -- smiling bemusedly as a boy she was certain she had not seen before, which was not surprising as this was only the first week of the summer camp, emerged from the water. Swimming directly to the rock instead of pondering the different outcomes like the girl had done for at least ten minutes as she hate her apple.

“Or are you just going to sit there like them Daisies?”

She tossed the small daisy she had been fiddling with away, meeting his challenging words (...because it was obviously a challenge, of that bit she was sure) with a defiant smile of her own. Perhaps that was the only thing that she needed to jump, a challenge and the prospect of accomplishing it.

(She enjoyed leaving her mark after all, and turning down a challenge would only make her look like a boring fool).

"You coming?"

By the time the other girl spoke, Camilla was already standing up, taking a few step backs before using that small distance to run and the jump. As she emerged from the water she flashed the girl a cocky smile. "Of course I am!"
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Digby Walter Robbins

    (05/06/2018 at 01:06)
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“Race? Absobloodylootely!”

Digby’s eyes gleamed at the challenge. He eyed the rock, it was far out there, he hoped he could make it there in a single bound. But the young farm boy wasn’t one to think things through and quickly shrugged off his worries.

He grinned as the second girl emerged from her dive in the water, she had also agreed to come along.

And the race begins! The boy announced. Ready, set, go! Last one there is a daisy. The boy declared, purposely adding extra emphasis on the word daisy. Eyeing the girl who had offered to race. He had noticed her get sparky when he implied that she was a daisy prior, he couldn’t help but poke her further.

Taking a loud inhale, he blew his cheeks up like a balloon before diving under water, he spluttered towards Marooner’s Rock. Kicking and splashing his feet ferociously. He hoped he had the element of surprise by announcing the beginning of the race abruptly. He was smart enough to realize that he was out of his element here. Digby was normally against cheating at all costs, but he considered this more so, evening the odds. At least, that’s what he would tell himself.

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