all my secrets { - - - bailey&&summer

[Talia Winchell]

Tal was awoken several hours earlier than she would have liked by what could only be described as an agonized scream. She couldn't recognize the voice, but it was clear they needed help — slipping on her old ratty black flats as quietly as possible so as not to wake her cabin mates (how they had slept through a scream like that, she didn't know), she opened the creaky old Hermes cabin door and exited the cabin, surveying the sky where dawn was just beginning.

The only movement her eyes could detect was a silhouette down by the Canoe Lake. Moving swiftly, Tal reached the destination in no time — in the early morning light, she could just make out the person lying on the land surrounding the lake. It was a girl Tal knew by name and only to say hi to as she passed, nothing else really. Summer Frost, a child of Apollo with normally bouncy, curly brown hair and creamy skin. But now her hair was falling in dark, soaking strands, water dripping off of them and onto the otherwise dry ground. She was shivering and Tal could tell from her face that she was angry. It was apparent that she hadn't just decided to jump into the lake at such an ungodly hour — there was someone else involved.

"Uh..." Tal crept closer to her, unsure what to say next. "You okay?" She was getting colder just standing near her; apparently, the water was frigid this time of year. And she was sure that it being just the crack of dawn wasn't going to make it any warmer. "Should I get someone?" She felt as though someone else was there, already — that prickly feeling on the back of her neck was bothering her — but she didn't bother to turn around. Her eyes were trained on the slight girl in front of her...all wet and shivering and in the slightly crumpled position she was in. She looked kind of pathetic.

notes; ohai xD
outfit; blue pajamas and ratty flats.
tags; Bailey & Summer(:

[Bailey Allison]

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

As far as Bailey was concerned, everything in his life was going wrong. First, the letter, and now this? Seriously? The Fates were obviously out to get him now that his pranks were also screwing up. Or maybe it was Tal's fault. Yeah, it had to be her fault. Her misery, bad luck, moodswingy-ness, and depression was contagious. That had to be it. Oh, well. At least if it was Tal's fault, he could stop the cycle of general suckiness in his life. There wasn't anything he could do if the Fates were at fault except possibly steal their eye and ransom it. That's what one of those ancient Greek guys did, right?

Whatever. For now, he had to focus on damage control, something he wasn't used to doing. Bailey peered out from behind the tree he was currently hiding behind. The Apollo girl was currently lying next to the lake, and the mattress was nowhere to be seen. Most likely, it was lying at the bottom of at the lake, waiting for a bunch of angry naiads to throw the thing out.

Why hadn't it floated? The trick had worked perfectly in that movie, whatever it was called. Bailey had been sure to copy the procedure almost exactly. He had waited for his unlucky victim to fall asleep before dragging her mattress out and into the lake, intending to have her float away before she woke up. However, things took a turn for the worse when the mattress decided to sink.

He supposed it was karma's way of getting revenge for stealing a prank idea. However, the fact that he had Prankster's Block was Tal's fault. Yup, all her fault. Now that his (former) partner-in-crime was permanently out of commission, Bailey had a difficult time coming up with new pranks. Why the hell did Tal have to go off and break her leg?

The sound of a creaky door in the distance instantly capture Bailey's attention, and he craned his neck to see Tal come storming in. What. The. Hell. That was so freakin' awesome. Could he now summon Tal just by thinking of her? Bailey shut his eyes and tried to send a few mental messages to Tal, but judging by the way she continued talking to the drenched Apollo girl, it wasn't working. Oh, well.

Bailey yawned and examined the scene with interest. He supposed it would be best to slip away and get some sleep before he was caught, but he had a gut feeling that he should stay and watch. Something interesting was bound to happen...

Word Count: 434
Muse: Alive
Notes: That was a rambly mess...

[Summer Frost]

Summer had been having a great night sleep. You see she was dreaming that she was floating on an ocean. That her bed was floating on an ocean and it was getting softly pulled further and further away from camps and the burdens she had there. She had a light smile to her face, but that smile would soon go away. Her dream was starting to get weird. Like she could actually feel the water on her fingertips.

She furrowed her eyebrows in her sleep not liking where the dream was going. Her bed was slowly starting to sink further and further into the water. And that's when it happened. Her eyes shot open as all of the bed was finally submerged beneath the water line, both in dream an actuality. She screamed a long shot as she realized that she was now holding herself up by her knowledge of swimming since her bed was now at the bottom of the lake. She started to swim back to shore.

When her feet hit the sand, she wrapped her arms around her small frame holding her head down. Her hair fell in front of her face as her pajama bottoms and t-shirt clung to her body. She felt so exposed. So very exposed. And whoever had pulled this nasty prank on her was probably nearby snickering at her. She could feel a mad, angry, and embarrassed flush creep into her face. She was cold. She was shivering cold and her arms weren’t doing anything but blocking herself from the world. Sure she had on a black tee but, it still felt like it wasn't protecting her.

She looked down to her pajama bottoms and she grew even angrier, they were now dirty when just this night they had been pristine and perfect. She crossed her arms even tighter as she looked up. Not there was just plan fury on her face. As she looked up she saw someone starting to come closer. It was Tal Winchell. Summer's eyes narrowed. She only knew her since the girl had pulled a prank on her a couple years ago.

She scoffed when Tal offered to get someone to help her. "Yeah. Like you wouldn't know. You and your cabin were the ones who made my bed sink to the bottom of the lake. I have no doubts about it." Pure anger seeped into her words as she bit them out. She hated that. She was normally not like this, but with this prank. She just couldn't help it. Her eyes sent daggers to the other girl.

She started walking, wincing when she stepped on a rock but her arms stayed crossed around her. "If you actually want to help, get the naiads to bring my bed back." She said over her shoulder as she passed the other girl. She continued to walk, not wanting to hear anything Tal would have to say.

She quickened her pace as she neared her cabin. She didn't get how none of them had heard the bed moving out of here. She grabbed her bow and her arrow and pulled on some toms. She didn't care about her clothes right now. They would dry on their own and she didn't want to wake up the rest of her cabin to look for new dry clothes.

With shoes on she stalked out and went to find a place in the woods to shoot. It would help her anger. She would jsut have to clear her mind before each shot. that she knew. Her feet seemed to go a little bit faster once she hit the woods. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around her body as her bow and arrows were draped on her shoulders. She didn’t bother with the arm bracer or finger guard this time.

When she finally got to a spot that had just enough room for her to shoot a tree a fair amount of distance away she stopped. Her bow fit in her hands as her arms finally unwrapped around her frame. Her eyes zeroed in on a spot and she closed her eyes trying to push all thoughts of Tal out of mind. When she thought they were gone she let an arrow fly. It punctured the eye of the tree.

She let loose another couple volleys. Then it was down to the last arrow. Thoughts of the bed had seeped back into her mind. It raced with underlying thoughts about how she could get back. How she could make Tal regret what she did. Of course, no thoughts were given of Bailey since she had no idea he was the real culprit.

Anger coursing through her veins even though she thought she had her emotions back in check, she released the last arrow thinking it would go to the other spot in the tree. Without realizing that her last thought had been about getting back at the girl who made her this mad in the first place. Summer's eyes widened as the arrow disappeared from its journey to the tree. She dropped the bow, taking multiple steps back until she couldn't back up anymore. Another tree was behind her now so she sank down until she was sitting on the ground. "Oh no." Regret seeped into her voice.

She looked at the arrows. Five. Five were in the tree. And she had no doubt that the other had down some kind of harm to Tal. Her voice shook as she felt herself starting to get upset. "What have I done?" Her voice shook even worse at the end. She knew the arrow shot wouldn't kill Tal, but it would seriously injure her. She at least hoped that it wasn't a fatal shot. She heard a scream and knew that it had been done. Whether she was just hearing a long going scream for the first time or a stunted scream she didn't know.

She picked herself up off the ground, her body shaking from the tears that threatened to fall. What she had been hoping against had finally happened. She looked at her bow, lying there on the floor and turned away from it. She would never touch a bow again.

words; 1,038
muse; Amazing
notes; Hahah this is great that it's actually one you made Maria
tags; Tal and Bailey
outfit; wearing
lyrics; all alright - fun.
credits; template by twilightbright @ caution

[Talia Winchell]

Tal literally took a step backward when Summer rejected her offer of help — her words were so forceful, and her tone of voice was dripping with poison. "No! I —" she began in protest, but before she could finish saying her thoughts aloud, Summer started stalking away, shooting another degrading comment over her shoulder as she left Tal standing pathetically alone in the forest. The child of Hermes looked around at the trees, and she could have sworn that she heard a person breathing...but she was too disconcerted to pay real attention to it. Her instinctive ways to stay out of trouble — the whole acumen of that, it seemed — were completely gone. But before Tal could turn and leave the canoe lake and burrow into her sheets in the Hermes cabin, Summer was back. In a different area of the place, but there nevertheless. And she had something in her hands...as Tal's eyes adjusted to the early morning light, she saw that it was a bow.

Why in Tartarus did she have a bow?

To relieve stress, it became apparent. Summer was shooting at the trees...she still looked pathetic with her wet clothes clinging to her skin, but she was shooting her arrows with such fierceness and determination that Tal couldn't turn to leave. She simply watched, mesmerized, as the wind blew around eerily...as though it knew something was going to happen. Tal should have suspected trouble, and had just torn her eyes away to leave — this was such a bad idea, to just stand here like an idiot. But before she could, she heard the dull thud of an arrow meeting with hard bark and then...the world began spinning. The brunette girl fell to the ground on her knees, gasping shallowly as she stared at the arrow that was in her. Inside her. She couldn't quite comprehend it. The only things she was aware of at the moment were the pain, the dull throbbing in her head...the fact that the world was spiraling, and the bloodstain blossoming out on her shirt from where the arrow had entered her flesh. "Oh my gods," she tried to speak, but the words seemed to be trapped in her throat and the only thing that came out of her mouth was a wheezing gasp.

She didn't hear the words that Summer uttered in blunt horror. Tears squeezed out of Tal's eyes and fell on the ground, and she stared dumbly at the wound Summer had inflicted. She just couldn't quite believe it. Ten minutes earlier, she'd been up in her cabin like everybody else at this hour.

Tal didn't look up. She didn't touch the arrow. She simply cried silent tears.

And on that happy note, this post is over.

notes; is it bad that i enjoyed writing this? >.> <.< >.>
outfit; blue pajamas and ratty flats. and a bloodstain. ^^
tags; bailey and summer.

[Bailey Allison]

Bailey was quickly growing bored. The Apollo girl wasn't really doing anything... She was just angrily talking to Tal. And it wasn't even all that dramatic, especially since Tal wasn't really responding. But then again, ever since Tal had sprained her ankle, she had been acting rather depressingly and boring, so it wasn't that big of a surprise. Still, Bailey wished she'd at least do something instead of just sit there and take the abuse.

Yawning again, Bailey watched as the Apollo girls stalked off. Not even a mini-cat fight? Gods, people were so boring these days. He would have to find more exciting victims for his future pranks... Probably and Aphrodite or Ares kid... They always seemed to react strongly, and there was nothing more entertaining than watching an Ares or Aphrodite kid completely blow up with anger. Or, if one was lucky, the camper would spread the anger, and soon, the whole cabin would be up in arms.

Too bad Apollo campers didn't work that way.

Bailey turned, more than ready to get some sleep, and started to head back to the Hermes cabin. He had to get there before Tal returned and noticed that he was missing. However, midway through his journey, a loud shriek pierced the quiet. The hell? It had sounded like Tal... Maybe something interesting was finally happening!

Bailey quickly retraced his steps, making his way to his original hiding spot. Peering from behind the tree, he spotted Tal lying down with something protruding out of her stomach. What? He continued staring, trying to comprehend the grisly scene before him. Comprehension finally dawned on him.

"TAL!" The boy quickly rushed to his sister's side and knelt down, trying his best not to look directly at the wound. "TAL!" She was alive. That much was apparent. However, she didn't seem to be completely conscious. "Tal... Tal... what happened?" Bailey wasn't too sure why he was asking this, especially since she probably couldn't respond.

What to do? What to do? He suddenly felt a bit dizzy and had to steady himself. What the hell was he supposed to do? Struggling to push away blind panic, Bailey finally forced himself to look at the arrow. The gruesomeness of the sight finally jolted him into action. "HELP! HEEEELP!" Maybe the Apollo girl would help him... Maybe she was a healer. "HELP!"

Word Count: 393
Muse: Alive
Tagged: Summer, Tal

[Summer Frost]

Summer snapped her attention to the cry. And then a boys cry for help. She turned around and saw Bailey kneeling besides Tal who was folded over her stomach and crying. Summer's face dropped and tears finally fell from her face. But how had Bailey gotten here so fast?! Then it seemed to dawn on her. Bailey wouldn't of been able to get here that fast unless he was already here in the first place. What if he had been the one to do this to her bed?

Her mind raced with this possibility. It would make much more sense. She thought back to when Tal had first approached her. She had been actually trying to help! She didn't deserve this at all. Cold fear and dread seeped through her and hit her bones with a chill. This was even worse now. Tal really didn't deserve this. She was snapped out of her thoughts with Bailey's third cry for help.

How could she help though? Yeah she was an Apollo child but she didn't have the ability to heal. That was the bad thing about her supposed gift. It took her healing ability. Tears were finally running down her face as she ran over to the two Hermes kids. She felt horrible. Absolutely horrible. She would burn that bow. She would cut off all ties to archery. She would never touch or think of it again. Heck, if she could she would cast off her father for even giving her this gift in the first place.

She knelt down besides Bailey and Tal, her body shaking from the cold she felt and the tears she shed. "I'm so so so sorry Tal. I don't. I'm sorry." She looked at Bailey, her tears free-falling and she not caring. "I'm not a healer Bailey. I can't help her. Can you help me carry her to the Apollo cabin though?"

[/b] She looked to Tal. They really shouldn't move her, but it would take too long for one of them to run to the Apollo cabin, wake a healer, and then run back. Much quicker to just carry her there. Or the infirmary.

She wiped her tears with her hand, needing to get a hold of herself for Tal's sake. "Bailey we need to do this now. She could lose too much blood." Although she may not be a healer, or know much, she did know that if someone lost a lot of blood it could be bad for that individual. And judging by how much blood had already stained Tal's clothes she knew Tal had already lost a lot.[/blockquote]
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words; 436
muse; Pretty good
notes; So I actually started to cry with Summer xD *is too in-tune with characters*
tags; Tal/Bailey
outfit; Wearing
lyrics; all alright - fun.
credits; template by twilightbright @ caution

[Talia Winchell]

Tal was only slightly aware of what was going on. She could comprehend that she was in trouble, and that was that. The scene was swimming before her; everything was slightly blurry and the child of Hermes was more than a little disconcerted — from the pain, the darkness, and the general confusion. What had just happened? She could remember, but it wasn't logical. Nothing about this made any sense to her. Shivering from the cold and her sweat, she tried to lift her head to see what was happening; but as soon as she tried her head swam and she had to sink back down. She had only tried to move a few centimeters, but the bloody hole throbbed and seemed to carry the pain throughout her entire body. It didn't cross her mind to try and pull it out. She was too confused and the world seemed to be getting slightly dimmer and fuzzier, like an old black-and-white TV show and the way it fades out when it's over.

She may have not been able to accept many of the things that were happening, but there was one face that appeared that she could recognize anywhere; her brother Bailey Allison. How had he gotten here so fast? He must have ran...she had heard a shriek, but didn't know what its source had been. Had it been her, or had he thought the source was where Tal was? She didn't know.

Her brother's face faded in and out of focus — sometimes, it was as though she had perfect twenty-twenty vision, and others, it was like she was looking at the boy through thick, translucent glass that was smudged with dirt. She wanted to acknowledge him, but her lips didn't seem to have the capability to form the words. But his did. He repeated one syllable over and over. The tone of his voice echoed in Tal's head until it was nothing more than musical notes, something that might be seen or heard on a piano scale. Her eyes fluttered and, after they sprang open again, she could just make out his next words. "What happened?"

What had happened? She didn't know. The scene faded out of focus again, and Tal didn't hear her brother's next cries at all. Blinking in the faded darkness, seeing nothing but darkly hued blobs and smudges, she couldn't see Summer. She could just hear her, and even then, barely. And then...slowly, the world drifted back into focus as though everything was perfectly normal.

"...so so so sorry..."

She'd never fainted before, but her mind twisted the words into something sinister. For the first time in her life, she exited the world by someone else's hand.

notes; i have so much muse for this. that's bad. xD should we continue this at the infirmary?
outfit; blue pajamas, ratty flats, and a bloodstain. ^^
tags; bailey and summer.