Post by Talia Winchell on Sept 8, 2012 10:38:36 GMT -5
The September weather was rolling in, and if it wasn't for the borders around the perimeter of the camp, it would be raining on all of the campers' heads. It seemed as though August had flown by a long time ago, even though it had barely been a week since the summer months had dissolved and flown away. The temperature was winding down and some campers were throwing off their flip-flops and putting Ugg boots in their place. Long-sleeve shirts, sweatshirts, and sweaters had been donned, and most people were spending more time inside than out, Tal herself included.
Right now she was stretched out on her bed in the Hermes cabin — one of the only slightly uncluttered places in said cabin, one that didn't make her feel overly claustrophobic. It was about eight-thirty in the morning, and she had just woken up and gotten dressed in a camisole, baby blue sweater that hung off the shoulder, and muted grey jeans. She had simply put slippers back on her feet becase there really was less than zero point in wearing shoes inside. Especially in the Hermes cabin, where you could guarantee they would be ruined by sharp things on the floor.
Well, now she understood why some people did wear shoes in the cabin. Better shoes getting poked than feet, she guessed.
She flipped a page of her book, eyes sliding over the words but not really taking them in. She felt as though she were waiting for something, but she didn't know what. Most of the other residents of the Hermes cabin were still asleep — per the norm on a Saturday morning — but she was wide awake and equally aware.
After a few minutes, she had finished reading the chapter and planned to stop reading until that night. Closing the book with a satisfying sound you wouldn't think would come from such a small thing, she got up and shuffled to the bathroom. She was just about to hold up the mascara wand to her eye when a sudden shudder caused her to put it down, looking around nervously.
Exiting the bathroom, she realized that she hadn't just merely imagined the shake. Several other people were sliding out of their beds with disconcerted expressions pasted onto their faces. "Earthquake?" a small boy with tousled ginger hair asked nervously, shifting from foot to foot. His white-and-blue striped pajamas were wrinkled and he looked a little pathetic there, standing at four-foot-eleven pondering the gods' choices.
Among the people now awake was Tal's brother and close friend Jamian. Tal walked over to him. "Hey, what was that, do you think?" she asked. For some stupid reason, she was stuttering.