Main Campfire, Saturday late afternoon

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny was bored. He didn't have any dates today. Or tonight. And man, that really sucked. 

To pass the time he was making fat marshmallow men and setting them up for target practice. Yes. That's what he was calling it. Target practice. And they weren't really being set up, rather he was launching them straight into the air with a catapult, then blasting them with a fast fireball.

Laughing, he watched them burn up in the sky.

Johnny was easily amused.

But it still sucked that he didn't have a date for this evening.

(ooc: it's open if you like.)

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Uh, no, not really," Turtle answered. She was thinking, for a moment, of breaking out the drama and explaining to Annette that the reason she had to get her hair cut was, like, from cancer of the folicles or something, but talking about the past few days left her too depressed for that. She swallowed hard, hand to her shortened hair, and blinked away tears trying to sneak up on her again.

She was so not crying in front of Annette,though! She'd rather die from being eaten alive by jackals with no teeth.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette leaned forward, just slightly, and watched Turtle's face. If she even thought for one single minute that Turtle was about to cry, or even trying to fight it off, Annette would probably cry herself and run back to her cabin, feeling the guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. Already was she having a hard time. Most times it just took her looking at her shin and she was over it. But to actually see Turtle get upset? No. Annette didn't think she could handle that.

"I'm sorry. I hope whatever it is that has you not feeling well, is over."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Turtle said, quietly, looking at the ground. "It's over, all right..."

What the hell was Annette doing, talking to her, anyway? Turtle wanted to just kick her and make her go away. But she just...couldn't...find it in herself to do it. It was like it was pointless to even bother now.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was actually surprised at herself, sitting here and being nice to Turtle for so long a period of time. Two minutes was pushing it, and this was what, like...ten million or something now? Geeze.

She swung her legs back and forth and frowned down at her big ugly bruise.

"That's good. That's real good."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Turtle could have said, 'um, don't you have a baby to eat or a virgin to sacrifice or something to do?' right now, too, but she didn't. She didn't really see the point, and she really didn't want to get more upset than she already was, so she just left it at 'yeah.'

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Annette said too, cause really, what was there to say? 'Hey, Turtle, did you kick that chicken to the curb yet? Hey, Turtle, how about John? Has he been victim of number two bruise yet? Hey, Turtle, I know where your braid is neener neener neener!'

But no. Annette was being civilized today.

"So..."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"So...." Turtle looked down at her toes, which were wiggling in her sneakers. "Um, NASDAQ went up again. Point three six percent, I think..."

...yeah. She had nothin'.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was staring up at the clouds, "Oh? My father should be pleased to know that." Her father held stock in everything it seemed like. It wasn't true, but it sure seemed like it.