Post by Talia Winchell on Aug 4, 2013 13:02:13 GMT -5
The humidity made it hard for many campers to so much as think properly, especially those who were accustomed to West Coast rains or alternate types of weather. The beaches were crowded as ever, campers seizing the opportunity to explore the crystalline water or just tan for hours on end; cabins emptied as campers flocked to cooler places. For the most part, Tal Winchell had been staying inside, living in a state made up of guilt, shame, and anger. But today, the heat inside the messy Hermes cabin made her feel overwhelmed by the urge to leave to gods only knew where. She couldn't swim, and she wasn't willing to strip down to nothing but a swimsuit. Gods damn it, all of it.
But finally, she relented, although carefully; she traded her hooded sweatshirt and long jeans for a black dress with a cardigan over it, pulling the sleeves over her hands. Underneath the dress, she wore black tights, which she had swiped from one of Em's many drawers that held neatly folded selections of clothes. Taking more time to prepare herself than she had in a long time, she curled her hair just enough so that it fell in nice, even waves around her face. Pairing it with a hesitant smile, she got the fleeting feeling for a split second that the girl who gazed back at her from the mirror looked better when she smiled. And, honestly, it did feel better.
Exiting the cabin without as much worry as she had in months past, though she constantly pulled down the sleeves out of pure nervousness, Tal looked around for several seconds before
sitting down on one of the stone benches that sat in the center of the cabins. Pulling her battered copy of Looking for Alaska from her bag and opening it to a page in the middle, she soon became absorbed in another life, unaware of the sounds around her.