Post by Bobbi Rianne Koester on Aug 7, 2012 15:51:56 GMT -5
[/center][/size]It was the time of day when the only thing you could see was the ombré sky, constantly changing in color, and the black silhouettes of everything surrounding you. The sky formed a backdrop for these things, but it was the sky you paid attention to. Though the trees were in front, they were nothing but a dull backdrop. The vibrance of the night sky, ruined yet beautified by light and the pollution that came afterwards, continually caught your eye.
This was precisely what was running through Bobbi Koester’s head as she held her pair of binoculars up to her heavily lashed eyes. She’d never noticed before how simultaneously scary, mysterious and all-around beautiful the camp she resided at was at night. Or maybe she had, and she just couldn’t remember it.
Well, that was the most likely scenario, she thought with a slightly bitter edge. Couldn’t she catch a break? Couldn’t a fragment of her past come floating back to her, from the air? It would be nice to know why so many people acted so weird around her, and why so many gave her strange looks as she passed. Or why that kid Bailey kept insisting she come down to the beach with him — she didn’t even like surfing, and was pretty sure she never ever had in the first place. She had remembered some bigger things like her name and hometown, and if her quote-on-quote ‘surfing addiction’ had been as big as Bailey — and that sister of his — kept telling her it had been, she would have remembered it.
That night, Bobbi had tossed and turned in her bed, unsure what to do. She would ask her sister Rissie, but Bobbi was still getting reacquainted with her. She felt so stupid, like remembering your own past was just a club that everyone at camp was a part of but her. Only her.
After hours of sleepless thinking, she decided to get out her binoculars for some sanity. That weird Hermes girl named Tal had given them to her — she didn’t know why, and had never used them until now. She wasn’t even sure why she took them out of the drawer in the first place, but she did before creeping outside, still clad in her sleeping attire of sweatpants that said Love Pink on them paired with a black camisole. Her clock read 12:04 AM.
Why in Tartarus was she doing this? She should try and go back to bed, and she knew it. But no, she wanted to stay awake. For some reason, though her eyelids were heavy, she couldn't fall asleep. Better yet, she felt obliged to stay awake as long as possible.
She had sat down on a bench in the cabin commons, observing the summer sky. Although it was past midnight, the sky was still pretty light. Light pollution and summertime did not make a very dark sky, and in addition to this, pinpricks of starlight danced around it like spilled glitter on colored construction paper. Those pinpricks were quietly beautiful in their own way, and Bobbi watched, fascinated. Why had she never taken the binoculars and done this sooner?
So absorbed she was in her stargazing, she didn’t notice the boy who had also entered the cabin commons at such a late hour. She had heard of him before — the new Big Three — but had not met him face-to-face. She just hoped she hadn’t known him previously; that would be awkward.
Well, that is...she didn’t notice the boy until a noise made her whip around. She didn’t know if the source of the noise had been him after all, all she knew was that a sound like a snapping branch had interrupted her and her thoughts. "Hello?" she cried out cautiously and quietly. "Uh...is someone there?" The light of the summery New York night sky answered the question for her — she could just barely make out the contour of another camper standing there.
She hastily put her binoculars down on the bench, cursing herself for being so oblivious. The person could have stood there for ten minutes and she wouldn't have noticed, she was so ignorant sometimes. After pausing her stargazing, she stared at the boy — she could tell it was a boy, by the way they held their body. What was he doing here? "Who are you?" she blurted awkwardly, unsure what to do. Here she was, sitting in the cabin commons at midnight, wearing Victoria's Secret sweatpants and a cami, using binoculars for no apparent reason. And someone had been watching her.
She could practically hear a snarky voice saying, dripping with sarcasm, "Well, this is a fine kettle of fish." It was no secret that, right now, she was embarrassed as hell. She'd been feeling embarrassed over stupid things more and more.
Notes; I think my muse likes airplanes.
Words; about eight hundred.
Muse; I wish my Tal muse was this good. D: (translation: amazing)
Tags; Nathan McCarthy.