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Dec 03, 2013 03:48PM

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She pulled away gently "So you think you can make yourself into a parachute to get down from this tree?" she laughed

Audrey walked over in her camp t shirt and shorts, her abusive scars visible. Her long, brown hair fell in gentle waves down her back.

Keagan walked along the rows of strawberries and smiled as the sun made them seem so red and ripe. He picked one and ate it, happily.
She picked a strawberry and popped it into her mouth.
((I don't know what page but it should be recent in a spoiler on the start a relationship thread.))
((I don't know what page but it should be recent in a spoiler on the start a relationship thread.))

She quickly caught her balance. "It's okay!"
"It's fine! I promise!" Audrey smiled sweetly.

"I'm Audrey!" She grinned and shook his hand.

"I'm getting some strawberries for my sister!" She explained.

"She's sixteen." Audrey smiled at him politely.

"Not really. I have a bad habit of eating them." she giggled.


Dylan walked to strawberry field slowly. Headphones on her ear connected to her iPod, playing Imagine Dragons's song.
Dylan still doesn't notice her surrounding and she sat on the ground, picking a small strawberry and played it with her fingers.
Dylan turned her head and smiled. "Hey." she replied gently as she took of her headphones.
Dylan nodded, "Yes." she replied. "You like it because of the view or the strawberry?"
"Well... I don't know, I think I get that." she shrugged. This few months have been so crazy, and after few days in this camp, she doesn't feel like she is able to blending in. She looked at that girl and realized how pretty she is, with beautiful hair and red lips, she sure knows what to do with her hair, different from Dylan and her messy brunnete curly faux bob. "Ah... I'm," Dylan continued. "I'm Dylan. Dylan Bell." she introduced herself. "You?"
"Thanks." she smiled, still mimicking American accent flawlessly. "So, your mother is Aphrodite? That explains the pink highlights." she chuckled. "It looks great on you."
She shrugged, "Not as lucky as you think, but I'm happy with what I am now." Dylan turned her head and smiled at her, "I think you're naturally attractive." she replied. "I saw few girls from your cabin and...well, they tried too hard to gain attention."
She giggled, "I have a cousin who loves to dress up and do all those girl things, you know. Trying different hairdos, painting her nails, putting make up... But I adore her because no matter what she tries, she always look flawless. Like, she's gifted with a sense of knowing the limit of makeover." she said excitedly, almost spilled her native greek accent.
"She's here." Dylan laughed. "I haven't met her yet, thou. People said that she's everywhere, but that makes it harder to actually find her." Dylan shrugged. It was kind of sad beause she felt really anxious not meeting her cousin. "You have beautiful hair, really. You don't really need to do anything with that."

((I remember that.......))
((haha it's okay, I just came back thou.))
"You should. I think every girl is gorgeous." she smiled. "So, how long have you been here?"
"You should. I think every girl is gorgeous." she smiled. "So, how long have you been here?"
Jay looked at the rows of strawberry bushes, his multicolored eyes taking in the scene. He held a basket in his hand and was planning on picking some. That is, if the Demeter cabin didn't kill him for it.
((Back! I wasn't very fast, but back!))
Sensing eyes on him, Jays looked around, spotting Nadia after a moment. His eyes were in the middle of changing colors, going from hazel and green to blue and purple. He smiled back at her and waved with his free hand.
Sensing eyes on him, Jays looked around, spotting Nadia after a moment. His eyes were in the middle of changing colors, going from hazel and green to blue and purple. He smiled back at her and waved with his free hand.
"Not trying," Jay answered, continuing to smile slightly, "Though I wouldn't be surprised if it happened." He held out his free hand and introduced himself. "I'm Jay."
Lowering his hand, Jay shrugged. "I'm not too worried about it," he answered, "but you can if you like. I think the worst that would happen is that they'd take away the ones I managed to pick."
Jay thought about her words for a moment, then gave a slight nod. "I guess so," he admitted. He usually tried not to get in trouble, to follow all of the rules and be nice. His sister was the one that liked taking risks, not him.