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halfbloodhill2013-07-13 02:22 pm
whiplashed) wrote in halfbloodhill2013-07-13 02:22 pm
001 ރ Iris Message
[ There’s a girl lying out by the ocean side beach, long black hair all tied up and off her neck and pale skin looking a little too red as she fans herself the book in hand. Her camp shirt has sleeves rolled up to her shoulders and bottom tied off just over the lower half of her rip cage, looking more like a bikini top than a shirt alongside the short shorts. ]
I would kill for a strawberry banana smoothie right now.
[ She glances over to the rainbow through large black sunglasses. ]
It should be illegal to be this hot and humid. Nice as the lake and ocean is for the scenic purposes, could we just... not? Whose mother or father do we speak to about climate and natural regional formations? [ Oh wait. That’s probably Gaea. W e l p. Moving on. ]
There’s strawberries aplenty, more than we could stuff the Big House or one of the chatty Aphrodite daughters’ mouth with. What I need from you, camp, is the bananas. My kingdom for a banana. [ Spoken in a dry kind of mellow drama as she lolls her head back. ]
And if I get a single comment referencing extremities best kept in your pants, you’ll be getting said pants set on fire. [ By banana she means banana. She knows half of you are dumb teenage boys who like to think they’re terribly clever on occasion.
She’s about to end the message when she remembers something, lowering her sunglasses to peer over them critically, angry librarian style, and somehow Isabelle has mastered Disapproving Mom Voice. ]
And if you see Stiles Stilinski, send him back to the cabin. He left wet towels on the floor, and he is going to clean them up, before they get dumped on his bed and he gets to sleep on a cold, wet mattress tonight.
I would kill for a strawberry banana smoothie right now.
[ She glances over to the rainbow through large black sunglasses. ]
It should be illegal to be this hot and humid. Nice as the lake and ocean is for the scenic purposes, could we just... not? Whose mother or father do we speak to about climate and natural regional formations? [ Oh wait. That’s probably Gaea. W e l p. Moving on. ]
There’s strawberries aplenty, more than we could stuff the Big House or one of the chatty Aphrodite daughters’ mouth with. What I need from you, camp, is the bananas. My kingdom for a banana. [ Spoken in a dry kind of mellow drama as she lolls her head back. ]
And if I get a single comment referencing extremities best kept in your pants, you’ll be getting said pants set on fire. [ By banana she means banana. She knows half of you are dumb teenage boys who like to think they’re terribly clever on occasion.
She’s about to end the message when she remembers something, lowering her sunglasses to peer over them critically, angry librarian style, and somehow Isabelle has mastered Disapproving Mom Voice. ]
And if you see Stiles Stilinski, send him back to the cabin. He left wet towels on the floor, and he is going to clean them up, before they get dumped on his bed and he gets to sleep on a cold, wet mattress tonight.
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