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[renate]

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The evening breeze fluttered past thick scarlet curls, sending them brushing against wintry pale cheeks gently smattered with freckles. The young lady leaned back into the slab of concrete behind her, pulling her legs in closer and slashing a pencil mark into her notebook. Illuminated by an gently glowing orb resembling a nebula hovering beside her, along with the ethereally shining moon and glittering stars, she had more than enough light to continue her nightly documenting of what she saw in the ever-changing sky.

Renate turned her pale emerald gaze to the stars above, not even flinching as blackness overtook her vision, soon to be replaced by a steady flow of images flicking by in quick succession. She saw the infirmary, overflowing with the sick kids, though there were quite a few more than she remembered. Not a huge surprise. As the vision ended, she blinked, mildly disoriented for a moment. She shook her head, circling the Taurus constellation she had been gazing at on her hurriedly drawn chart. More sick campers, not particularly new.

She had been documenting whatever she saw in the sky for years, every Christmas receiving a new journal from her father with a brand new color scheme and the year printed on it in big letters. Her detailed recording of the future had given her a heads up on quite a few things, such as the outbreak of that mysterious illness. But what was irksome was the fact that there was no way to tell what would happen soon and what was farther forward.

It seemed to her events in the very near future were much clearer and pristine, and ones that were very important or concerning her would often cause her to have a splitting headache throughout the day. One that simply could not be suppressed and thrummed almost pleadingly for the night to hurry up and fall.

Renate flicked a coil of hair from her face, rushing to get the rest of her typical report finished. Quite a long time passed before she finally shut her notebook, sliding her pencil into the spiral attaching all the pages together. Petulantly she flexed her cramping hand, shivering slightly in the chilly night breeze.

It was much too blissful here. She was surrounded by her favorite sight in the world- the glittering night sky-it wasn’t overly cold nor warm, and she finished her drawings. The French girl rested her head on the rough surface behind her, closing her eyes and smiling slightly as the wind stirred her vermilion ringlets.

In the recesses of her mind she recalled late nights with her father on their balcony, laughing as he spun vibrant tails to explain the patterns in the stars. She had loved those stories. She had loved the way he had petted her hair so fondly, teasingly pinching her nose and kissing the crown of her head. That man was thousands of miles away now.

Renn sighed, wrapping her bare arms around her knees and staring straight ahead into the darkness, allowing her little nebulae of light to vanish and leave her along in the twilight. She rolled her neck, before resuming her relaxed position with her head against the stands behind her. And gradually, without her own notice, she drifted off to sleep. It wouldn’t hurt to take a little nap out her, would it? After all, she could get back to the cabin in plenty of time.

Couldn’t she?

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WORDS.574 (ugh)
MUSE.tolerable
NOTES.i'd kinda like this to be a one-on-one
OUTFIT.click

[Ashley Rachael Coy]

Ashley giggled into her pillow, trying to keep quiet. She really didn't want the harpies coming and eating her - or even Brandon Gale eating her. The thought sent a chill down her dainty spine. Tonight, her face was heavily made-up, as it was every night. Clear by day, cloggy by night, her face looked anything but natural beauty. It looked artificial, and that's how she did it at night. Yes, she wore makeup at night. Her eyeshadow was a heavy, dark, stormy gray, and about seven layers of it pillowed her light eyes. Her eyeliner was only about the darkest shade of black that you could find, and her lashes were lengthened from mascara, and tinseled with glitter. Her hair was bouncing and sloshing around in her bun. Heavy blush covered her cheeks. She was a giant makeup train.

The Aphrodite children always stayed up late gossiping and giggling. Tonight they were chatting about Maxine Darke. Ew. That girl needs a fashion sense. Despite the fact that Ashley loved about every living and breathing organism, Maxine scared her, even though she was a year younger. Mimsy-Lou was saying how she could see Max's underwear today at lunch and she thought that it was boxer shorts. Obviously, it was pretty funny to every girl in that cabin, and caused a round of giggle-into-the-pillow.

"Hey, Ashley," the blonde turned to the speaker: Josie Layne, one of the most snide girls in the cabin, besides Camille Deveraux "Yeah, Jos?" Ashley asked innocently. "There's this girl who sits at the amphitheater every night and draws the stars." Ashley didn't know who it was, but she nodded "I double dog dare you to go confront her." the whole cabin gasped.

You see, children of Aphrodite aren't the smartest bunch. They're immature and what normal people would call 'stupid'. And, yes, they were pretty stupid. And so, when you're as stupid as them, when someone says "double dog dare" they gasp as if they were Severus Snape confronted with shampoo. The whole cabin fell dead silent, and Ashley's naive silver eyes stared into Josie's perfectly mascara-fied blue ones.

"Okay, Josie."

The children watched as Ashley slipped into the bathroom and put on a Hello Kitty shirt and some denim shorts and some knee-high, lace-up black Converse. The daughter of Aphrodite nodded to her siblings, and went out the door.

Ashley found the girl sitting up against cinder blocks. The twilight stars cast an angelic glow on the girl's face and crimson curls. Ashley was jealous of the girl's shiny eyes and perfectly curled, goregous hair. She sat down next to her, and looked curiously at the drawing, "Hey there, whatcha drawin'?" she asked, blinking stupidly.

Josie, die in a pit.

Outfit