Zombie Campfire [Friday Late Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Today was bound to be a shitty day for Effy.

Carried around enough issues as it was, without them suddenly sprouting up in luggage all over the fucking place. Really didn't want to be dealing with any of this. There was a reason she liked her denial.

Island didn't seem to care, though. Suitcase labeled with 'watched sibling get hit by a bus' as a giant reminder of one of the worst moments of her life was just the first thing to pop up. Just great. It got a blanket thrown over it in no time at all. That left her with an easily hidden 'beat someone with a rock' backpack to throw into a drawer, and kicking of a 'defective parenting' overnight bag under the bed in her alcove. Well, that and the hope that vacating to the campfire outside would help.

Which no, just had her glaring at the large box helpfully marked 'trust issues' which got dumped in the soon blazing campfire with no hesitation at all. At least out here any baggage that showed up could be disposed of immediately.

[[Open campfire, like they are!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex's alcove was filled with baggage. Filled with it. Of course. It hadn't taken him long to stomp on one labeled DADDY ISSUES and kick another one labeled MOMMY ISSUES. When they started multiplying quickly, he'd gotten out of there.

"Jesus, what're you burning?" Alex asked, wandering over, already on his seventh cigarette of that morning. "Even I cook better than that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Couple of moments checking that box was burning well before she glanced sideways over at Alex. Could be worse people witnessing her ritual burning of bad issues.

"Just... junk." Yeeep, that was it. "Wouldn't recommend eating it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Lucky for you, I'm not really hungry anyway," Alex said, lighting that cigarette and glancing warily around him for any magically appearing bags. "Lost my appetite a few hours ago."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, not been running around working up an appetite?" Effy asked, snagging a stick to prod at the remnants of cardboard in the flames. "Hear that's what the great outdoors is all about."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, because that's just completely like me," he said dryly, glaring when a bag appeared at his feet with a label that said FAILS EVERYONE proudly displayed.

Without so much as a second look, Alex violently kicked it somewhere behind him. "Anyway, the great outdoors can suck me. I'm over it already."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall dragged one of many steamer trunks labeled "ABANDONMENT ISSUES" out the door of the Zombie B-wing and looked at Effy and the fire.

"Good idea," he decided. He picked up the trunk and carried it over.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Very satisfying," Effy assured him, idly watching as he brought it over. She thought it was anyway. But, little pyromaniac that she was, that might not be the same for everyone. "If you're into that sort of thing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's mouth twitched a little in what was probably some kind of appreciation of that one. Although, it was less the great outdoors part of this that got to her.

"Something to take it all out on, at least." This stuff was great for burning, and kicking and flinging around.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm thrilled that they're taking up space in my alcove," Alex said, shaking his head. "And that they keep coming the fuck back. Burn one, another pops up. I feel like I'm in therapy."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"It looks satisfying," Squall agreed. He hefted the trunk over his head and set it gently on the fire, trying not to kick up too many embers. "But we're gonna need a bigger fire."

After all, he had plenty more trunks back in the cabin.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Therapy probably wouldn't suggest setting fire to them." But then, the way Effy dealt with things was a little different from everyone else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Depends on the therapist," Alex said and shrugged. "Sure there's one or two out there that like the out of the ordinary methods of treatment. How many have you lit on fire?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Good job we can make it bigger, right?" More luggage, bigger fire. Easy. "Or go sneak it on someone else's." Also an option. Declaring your issues someone elses problem sounded nice.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"This one." Which didn't mean there weren't more, and she had no doubt this wouldn't end here. "How many have you kicked the shit out of?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I don't feel like digging a bigger firepit," Squall told her.

Because when you didn't care about ANYTHING, EVER and were burning stuff just for the hell of it, it was important to practice proper fire safety.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I lost count at ten," Alex said, shrugging. He took a few long drags off his cigarette, trying to get some of those labels out of his head. "Burning them probably would have been more fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So burn the shit one piece at a time." Drawing out the process, not such a bad thing unless there was one you really wanted to hide. "Get to watch it burn longer."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Rather they'd fuck off all on their own." Preferably without her ever seeing them, as illustrated by the look she shot towards the shopping bag which had popped up near her sporting a 'that night you're glad you don't remember'. Fucking island.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well. Alex eyed that one and then looked up at her. At least he didn't say anything but there was definite curiosity about that now.

"Gonna burn that one?" he asked, wandering around towards her finally.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yep, she definitely was. Without a word it got scowled at and tossed right on top of the last one.

Smell of burning plastic bag wasn't a nice one. Sure that sort of thing wasn't supposed to get thrown onto bonfires, but didn't much care so long as it got rid of it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Way you're going, the fire's gonna be going well into winter," he said, going for the light joke. "Feel like we should be making S'mores."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Thought you lost your appetite," Effy commented, watching the plastic curl and shrink before looking back at him. He still hadn't explained that one.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Making S'mores doesn't mean I'll eat the damn S'mores," he pointed out, using semantics to his advantage. "I did lose my fucking appetite. It hasn't been a banner day for me either, you know."

And that seemed to be a signal for the island to just drop more shit on him because a leather satchel appeared at his feet, looking heavy and worn with the word AARON on it.

Of course.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

A building, blazing campfire on her way out to meet more boys was kind of hard to notice. Ariel brightened even more, smirking as she bounced up with a clear expression of are we burning things? and applauding it if that were the case. Burning things was kind of becoming one of her favorite games. She loved watching a fire and how it...what was that word...?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

There was that name again.

Least it confirmed one thing. That kid hadn't been named for nothing, even if she was sure he'd have liked her to believe that.

"Guess not." Between them, the could probably take over the island with luggage today. "Gonna join the ritual?"