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Post by hedgierobindale on Aug 2, 2011 21:00:16 GMT -5
   Finally.
Final-fucking-ly.
All of them were together. In the same room. Well, they were outdoors, so at least the same area. Plus, they were getting along... sort of.
'They' being, well....them. Her friends. The ones she thought had abandoned her when she began attending Baum, when really they were all around her. At first when she saw them, they had a certain glow. Chris could see it. That's when she knew that they were one of them. It took a few more or less awkward conversations to really get to know them, and once she did, it was obvious which one they were. Then the glow faded away. It seemed so simple, like they would all just get together and get along, right?
Wrong.
The problem?
Well, amongst the many, they didn't know who they were. They didn't know that they were supposed to be friends, and even Chris knew better than to just come out and say that they were reincarnations of "imaginary friends". It took all she had not to call them by their real names. They would think she was crazy.
Am I?
Well, anyways, they would have all gotten along, she would be in a fucking amazing mood, and there would have been no stabbing feeling of anger in the back of her mind...
If Piglet hadn't invited the woozle.
Woozles and heffalumps had a different sort of glow, a darker one. An untrustworthy one. And Chris knew right away that this Annamarie chick or whatever was not a friend. Now normally she didn't judge people like that right away, but woozles were generally smart mother fuckers and were not to be messed with.
If Chris had any say in the matter, she would have told her she couldn't come. But she was here and she didn't want to piss off and/or scare away her Piglet. So she would deal.
As she had been dealing.
It was dark now, and the chilly air had forced her to put on a hoodie. They had started a campfire, though it didn't provide much light for what it was worth and it was only warm about a foot away from it.
So far, she had not been glaring at the goddamn woozle that often.
So far, drama had been kept to a minimum.
So far, nothing really interesting had happened.
So far.
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Post by MELISSA HEWITT on Aug 3, 2011 23:13:32 GMT -5
Melissa had not planned on this. She could go camping. She didn’t mind it. But camping with a bunch of high school students? As a supervisor? If she were a counselor at any other school, she wouldn’t have to be doing this. Melissa didn’t mind, though. It was mostly because… well, they were all characters from her story. All of them. They all had the glow. One of the girls was Christopher Robin. And she was well and aware of it! Melissa was quite sure she was the one who’d organized this entire thing. It would be… interesting to say the least. Melissa couldn’t go to this camping trip without bringing provisions.
She’d packed necessities for camping, of course. But she’d also gone a bit… overboard on food. She had quite a few thermoses of soup, a very large Tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies, and two first aid kits. Just in case. She couldn’t have her friends getting hurt and then having no way to get better. Right? Right. She had to take care of them. Kanga had always been helpful to them all at the Hundred Acre Woods. If they needed food, she made it for them.
Luckily, she’d learned the art of packing and so, despite all she had, it was easy to handle. Melissa was positive that none of them would be happy that a school counselor was going. Hopefully, they’d at least like her a little bit since she’d brought so much food. Melissa was one of the first there and so far, they’d started a campfire so it was a bit warmer. Everybody was getting along so far as well. Melissa looked around, feeling tiny in her over-sized hoodie. It was a bit… awkward. “Anybody hungry?”
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Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Aug 3, 2011 23:35:13 GMT -5
 got my heart broken at 14, that was way backafter that, it was straight pay back ! What the fuck was this shit.
Seriously. Camping. Camping. Fucking camping. He, the Dare Hare, was goddamn sleeping in a goddamn tent, and oh fucking bother, there were going to be mosquitoes, and that guidance bitch was here if he so much as lit up a blunt he was gonna have his ass in the Big House for like twenty-ass years and bother, bother, fucking bother, why the hell was he here and not partyin’ it up with the hot babes at the club?
Oh. Right. There was that chick. Chris. She was here. She was the only reason. She was his only goddamn excuse.
And why? Why the fuck was he going on some dumbass camping trip because of some fucking chick? There was no chick that could make the Dare Hare do any shit he didn’t want to do. Particularly camping. Darius Harrisburg didn’t camp, man. He just didn’t.
But Chris.
There was something about Chris, something he couldn’t explain. It was just like with the honey, how even though he was back on the green and shit, he still couldn’t stop shoveling it into his mouth every damn second of the day. How he totally said that “bother” word all the damn time even though it sounded absolutely fucking ridiculous. He needed to be with this chick. He needed to be with her, all day errday, for the rest of his life, for as long as he…
Whoa man. This was getting totally weird. What was up with him lately, man? It was as if this chick’s being here was changing him, changing everything about what he thought and did, turning him into this weird-ass new…
Fucking bother, dude.
Darius spotted her huddling form over by the fire. Man, it was cold as balls out here. Still, he was the Dare Hare. He could deal with anything. He trudged over, pulled off his hoodie, and wrapped tightly around her shoulders as he took a seat beside her. “Hey there, Chrizzy.” He grinned, tossing his dreads behind his shoulders. This was totally where he had to be. Right here. Right now. With maybe some honey. And some booze. And some cannabis. But this girl. It could be this girl and a desert island, or this girl and a cell in the slammer, or this girl in the middle of the goddamned ocean, and he would be absolutely fine. There was just something inside him…telling him. Telling him that he needed this shit.
Now how the fuck was he supposed to tell her?
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ROO
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Aug 6, 2011 10:02:55 GMT -5
Was this a school trip, or was it just friends hanging out? Cause if it was friends, then only Mackenzie and Benny counted—maybe Bunny if she’d stop being so shy. It would have been fun if she could’ve brought Jamie. Joey audibly sighed, and shifted on top of her beanbag. Not to mention she had brought a few bottles of Smirnoff---only there was “adult supervision”. Joey could’ve totally been the supervision—she was eighteen years old already!
Joey grabbed her reusable water bottle, and pulled on the tip, opening it up, before taking a swig of it. Of course that had Smirnoff Ice: Green Apple Bite in it, and not water. Worked for her, admittedly. She stretched out her legs, and looked around at the other kids from her school. A few she assumed were in different grades, because she hadn’t seen them before. Or that could simply be because she stopped going to classes?
Either way, when Melissa mentioned food, Joey perked up. She freakin’ loved food. Joey inched towards Melissa, like she was some ferocious wolf, ready to chomp her head off if she got too close. “Kinda.” She said carefully. When it came to adults like Melissa—she wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. She went in chatrooms, and had that friend-vibe, only…she had the authority of an adult and an administrator. It broke some diving law to see teachers outside of school, or something.
Notes:This is gonna be a clusterfook.
Outfit:Molly made me a totes cute outfit, but I lost the link to it. But s’mores were totally in hers too! MIND-WIFE-POWERS-ACTIVATE!
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Post by BENNY MOORE on Aug 19, 2011 11:34:56 GMT -5
Benny had to admit, he was kind of struggling with the number of bags he was carrying. Not that he was complaining! Oh god, no! He was all too happy to carry the five assorted duffel bags that Mackenzie had wanted to bring on the camping trip. Sure, he was curious what she had deigned necessary for a short two day camping trip that could have filled that many bags to near bursting point, but it wasn't his place to ask. He knew that his job description had always been pack mule since the day they'd met each other. She was a designer. He and she both knew that as long as she carried that title around she couldn't be expected to carry her own materials.
With two bags on each arm and two more strapped over his back, Benny was sweating up a storm. Sure, it was freezing cold, but trekking that many bags in to the campsite was more of a workout than Benny got in months. He wasn't exactly star athlete material, and he hardly had trained for bringing heavy bags up a steep incline to the campsite. God, who had decided that this would be a good idea anyway? How had anyone picked this campsite? Benny highly doubted it was on any google maps or tourist books or anything like that. It was in the middle of freaking nowhere. He didn't know about it, to be honest. He would have much preferred staying in their nice little apartments back in the city and building a fort out of blankets. Benny wasn't cut out for this rough and tumble camping lifestyle. He liked his walls and concrete and five minute walks to Starbucks, thank you very much.
Finally arriving at the campsite he had merely collapsed. Lying on his back, bags still attached to him at all angles, he looked up at the pine needles and branches softly swaying. "Well, that was fun. Any chance we can head back now? I mean, I personally think I've gotten my fill of nature. I'm all natured out," he grumbled, already starting to think about eactly how many ticks were probably on their way up his jeans legs right at that instant. WHY had he let himself get dragged into this?
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Post by tig on Aug 19, 2011 13:36:47 GMT -5
Now, truly, honestly, Mackenzie Blaire was a city girl.
Through and through.
And she loved it.
She loved the sounds of cars driving by at all hours of night, and the street lights gleaming, and the fact that she could stand on a corner and see three different Starbucks. But, she also loved change. She loved adventure. And when she heard the fact that a camping trip was going to be happening, Tigger went nuckin futs. So, Tigger pleaded with her, and then Zee pleaded with Benji. Neither pleadings really took much convincing. Tigger just had to say tempting little words like cliff jumping and trails, and Zee (who knew Benji liked quieter activities) just had to mention how it would be totally rad to look at stars, just the two of them.
So, here they were. And, for the very first time in her life, Zee was concerned that she might have over packed. Six bags, plus a purse seemed like a bit much, but she ABSOLUTELY NEEDED EVERYTHING. One bag was for her cloths, and she had made sure to prepare for any sort of turn in the weather, while still being able to look fabulous. Another bag had all of her sleeping necessities, as she had been warned SO MUCH about how cold it got at night. Then a bag for shoes, and a bag for make up, and a bag for accessories (including Benji's spare glasses). The last bag had odds and ends that really didn't fit anywhere else: Camera, snacks, a sketch pad in case she got any design idea, et cetra. After all, nature was said to be inspiring.
Benji had taken it upon himself to carry five of her six bags, ever the gentlemen. She had mentioned that she could help, but didn't push too hard. He seemed to have it handled. So, Zee just carried her spare bag, purse, and Benji's, following close behind, commenting on anything pretty she saw.
Her outfit did sort of give away that she was not the "camper" sort. But at least her wisdom score was high enough to think against heels, instead opting for black, flat, boots. Then the shocking orange skinny jeans, hugging her slender hips familiarly. Her blouse left her midriff expose, but was not form fitting, and instead a flowy teal material. Her make up was light, and hair was down, only accented with her hessian head band with little orange flowers that matched her pants. Her sunglasses had actually been a just-because-gift from Benji, ages ago, and were hot pink with heart frames. Looking around, she couldn't help but be thrilled. It just felt so... right. Everything around her felt so right here.
She dug the vibe.
As Benji fell to the ground, she couldn't help but laugh merrily, leaning down to look at him. "Oh, come on Benji Button!" She said, pushing her sunglasses up into her long black hair. "Where's your sense of adventure? This is going to be awesome!" Leaning down, she squeeze his nose gently, giggling, before standing fully erect. "Besides! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!" Zee yelled out, energy high as usual, uninhibited as the group of mostly strangers sat by the fire. In fact, upon seeing new people, she couldn't help but grin and wave cheerfully. Assisting Benji up, she helped him untangle himself from the binds of the bags, before flitting off to the group, doing a graceful somersault and landing on her butt next to Joey.
Joey was her girl best friend, every bit as rough as Zee was girly, but with energy to match. Kissing the little red head on the cheek in greeting, she couldn't help but flash the group a smile. "Isn't this awesome. It's so green out here... crazy." She had never been one to shy away from social situations, like Benji. In fact, despite not knowing most of the people here, she totally appeared to be in her element, and Tigger was just a purring mess at that moment. But she was at least aware that this was not the case for everyone. Looking at her Benji, Zee patted the seat next to her, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible.
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Post by COININ CLISTE on Aug 26, 2011 20:31:22 GMT -5
So Bunny was camping, and she was excited. Strangely enough. Though, she was excited for a completely different reason than socializing. She would get to see plants, animals. Maybe something she hadn't see before. And she was eagerly jotting down notes, and doodles in a little notebook, all the while she had hiked to the campsite. Granted she ended up way behind the others, because of taking her time to sketch what she saw.
When she arrived at the campsite, it seemed most people were there. Mackenzie and Benny had even beaten her with what looked like an entire campsite just in Mackenzie's bags. Bunny rolled her eyes, and smiled, in a strangely good mood. Contrary to popular belief, she did like the outdoors. She was better suited to books, and indoors--but she loved a good garden. And all Hyde Park was, was a giant, natural garden.
She dropped her bag on the edge of the circle, before glancing around. She recognized Joey--the firey redhead that always seemed to bounce at Mackenzie's side. Of course, infamous Makenzie, dressed more like a runway model than a camper. Shy little Benji, who looked entirely too tuckered out. And---Jesus Fucking Christ.
Darius.
The Dare Hare.
From the freaking club.
She almost wanted to panic, and go back down the way she had come. He'd be able to rat her out for sneaking in a club. And next time she'd go, he'd---wait. She shook her head, and then ran her fingers through her short hair. He was here which meant he wasn't of age either. He had to be a student. A small grin curled the corner of her lips while she shuffled through her bag, pulling out a little jar of honey. She took a seat near Mackenzie, but not close enough to stifle the two. God, they were obvious.
She stuck her spoon into the jar, then popped it into her mouth, smiling around the metal at Mackenzie. "Dressed a bit impractically?" She teased, then waved the fingers that had been gripping the spoon at Benji. "Hey!" She was chipper, for the first time in what felt like a while. Mostly because she had her comfort food that she was pushing into her mouth. "How long have you been here?" She asked Mackenzie, while swirling her spoon in the jar with a steady clicking sound when the metal touched the glass.
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Post by wooooozle on Aug 26, 2011 20:49:05 GMT -5
OUFIT OF CAMPING, BISHES!Annamarie didn't want to be here. And, honestly, no one seemed to want her here. Well, that wasn't true. Xerxes, her Chere, wanted her here. Maybe because he didn't want to be here all that much either. But the short haired girl, the one with the sunny disposition to everyone who wasn't Annamarie, she certainly did not want her here. But, if Xerxes wanted her there, than that was what was important. Annamarie would endure, for him. If, for nothing else, than to see him smile. Xerxes had one of those faces that were made to smile. They hadn't spoken about that night in the alleyway. The corpse had been left behind, and they returned to Xerxes dorm and slept. Each had the other to comfort. It distracted from personal demons, comforting another person. But, for Annamarie, nothing needed to be said. She had made her choice, when she embraced him. She had had her chance to run, if she had ever had the mind too. Annamarie felt right with Xerxes. She felt safe. Not that she believed in things like destiny. There's no such thing as destiny. There are only different choices. Some choices are easy, some weren't. Those are the really important ones, the ones that define people. She had chosen to stay with Xerxes. Just like she had chosen to come on this stupid camping trip. Annamarie sat on the ground, her back resting on Xerxes's chest, his arms and legs almost cradling her. Shielding her. Even if he didn't realize that's why she was sitting there, it's how it was. Her shorts were short, her tee shirt was longish, but form fitting. She wore tall socks and her usual beaten and worn out converse. Her blond hair as trimmed and precise, styled with pretty little curls that waved and framed her face. Not that Annamarie had done it, no. The hair was Xerxes's doing, most certainly. She would have been satisfied with a sloppy pony tail, but it pleased him to make her feel pretty. Looking up, she smiled, seeing the tip of his chin, which she kissed lightly, with affection. He was good to her. Looking back down, her smile faded as she caught Chris's eyes. But she only maintained a second of eye contact, before she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of black nail polish. She had to do something, and though she wanted a cigarette badly she did not think the chaperone would approve. "Chere, je ne pense pas que l'ami de votre frère m'aime beaucoup." She muttered, her Cajun accent mingling with the french, though she knew he would not be able to understand her. Bringing her knees up, she rested his hand on them, inspecting his bare nails. She shook the bottle. "Tant que tu m'aimes, je suis heureux cependant." She said, her voice remaining quiet, though a smile grew on her lips. Looking back up to him for a moment, she kissed his jaw again, nuzzling him. It mattered very little to her, whether her affection for Xerxes made the others uncomfortable. She was not about to censor it after all. Well... perhaps a bit of censoring. Carefully, Annamarie began to delicately paint her boyfriends nails, a small laugh coming from her. "Yeh don' know what I am sayin at all, do yeh Chere?" Her body nestled a little closer to him, paying the others no mind. Not the bouncy girl, who seemed to enjoy the lime light, nor her morose friend. Not the scowly girl, or Xerxes's twin brother. And not the mousy brunette who eyed Darius carefully. Not the red head who received the kiss from the bouncer, nor the chaperone of the group. Perhaps, if they held out the olive branch for her, she would take. But, until then, her focus would remain on her Chere, where she was safe. "Repeat after me, yeah? Say: 'Mon nom est Xerxès. Et j'aime mon Annamarie.'" Looking up, she caught Chris's (her name was Chris, yeah? Annamarie was certain she had been introduced as such.) eyes. A small grin lilted on to her lips, though it was friendly in nature. If these were Xerxes people, then who said they could not be Annamarie's as well?
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Post by XERXES HARRISBURG on Sept 5, 2011 14:47:48 GMT -5
  Camping.
Like, Xerxes was generally into like, the woods and stuff. More trees generally meant less people, right? And less people meant less being scared, and less Episodes, you know?
But after all this shit that had happened recently, he totally wasn’t in the mood to hang out in the middle of nowhere with the school guidance counselor and a bunch of kids he’d like, never seen in his whole entire life. At least his brother was here, though he was all up with some girl, as usual. The girl kept looking at him, like, weirdly, but it was probably because he had used a different kind of hairspray today, so he probably looked like he’d just tossed it up or something. He’d have to re-do it today, once he and Annamarie got their tents set up. The school guidance counselor was here, which was just weird, but he guessed that kind of made sense so that they didn’t all like, run away or cut themselves or something. There was that girl he’d like, carried down the ski mountain that one time, who he hoped didn’t recognize him without his helmet and stuff, because that would totally be mega-embarrassing. There was LightInTheTrees, that stupid shithead, who he was totally not going to be talking to at all. He was with another girl, who he’d seen around school and knew was pretty popular, another girl he’d never seen before, and another girl who was probably in one of his classes, but who he totally didn’t know. And of course, Annamarie was here. Annamarie, his Annamarie, was here.
And of course, He wasn’t here. That was the most important thing. He never came, when one of the others was around. He hated them, Xerxes knew, with a passion, avoided them at all costs, especially Darius, who he like, really really seemed to hate. Xerxes had tried to spend as much time with Annamarie as possible over the past few weeks, knowing that He would never come, if she was around.
God, Xerxes hated Him.
But He wasn’t going to come. Not now. Not with all of these others from the Hundred Acre Wood surrounding them. Xerxes knew that He would keep his distance. For one night, he could simply enjoy himself.
"Chere, je ne pense pas que l'ami de votre frère m'aime beaucoup."
She was speaking that like, language thing again. “Uh…si?”
[/b] he asked sheepishly. He cuddled her close, running his hands through her hair and feeling her presence mingle with his. The Thing would never come now, not with a Woozle so close. Xerxes was alone in his body, the way he wished he could always be. He felt her lips upon his and returned the kiss gratuitously, the taste of her mouth a delicacy upon his tongue. "Yeh don' know what I am sayin at all, do yeh Chere?" “Do I need to?[/b]” he murmured into her ear. She could’ve been like, swearing at him for all he could’ve cared right now. He loved her. She kept Xerxes safe. She kept Him away. "Repeat after me, yeah? Say: 'Mon nom est Xerxès. Et j'aime mon Annamarie.'" “Mon…nome ist Xerxes.”[/b] Xerxes almost giggled as he stumbled over the weird words. “It jamey mone Annamarie.”[/b] He snagged another kiss, laughing as he came up for air. “God, I’m terrible.”[/b] Everything seemed funny right now, everything seemed beautiful. He could ignore all these other, weird people, because Annamarie was here, and He was far, far away. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]  [/center] TAGGED: Hundred Acre Woodians WORD COUNT 624 OUTFIT: Thank You Miss Molly!CREDIT: This template is by MONICA. Lyrics are That Day by Tokio Hotel. DON'T BE STEALIN', YA HEAR? [/color] [/size][/right] |
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CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN
OWL
MANY ADVENTURES OF WINNIE THE POOH
AWAKENED
and all of the crying you wouldn't understand; you just let him cry, make a man out of him
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Post by NOVEMBER STARR on Oct 11, 2011 20:39:31 GMT -5
November yawned. As usual, she was tired. Despite Owl being there to take up most of the more random bouts of midnight escapades, he enjoyed waking her up to share his findings. This usually happened just five or ten minutes after she'd managed to fall asleep. She was lucky if she got half an hour before he woke her up and babbled about random facts and how they related to seemingly endless scores of owl relatives. Nov wondered briefly how this trait had been skipped over. She rarely, practically never, talked about her family. Sometimes she'd share and abridged version of the events in her life with those she was close to. These occurrences were most often when she was particularly sleep-deprived, and unreasonably emotional. Not even Tuesday or Thursday knew about her family. She'd told Benny and Mack before, but they knew she didn't like talking about it. Had she even told Pig? She couldn't remember... But moving back to the situation at hand, November pulled a regrettably thin sweatshirt over her sleep tank top. She'd only bothered wearing shorts because it was a group trip, and she didn't know some members of said group. It probably wasn't her brightest moment yet to already be in her pajamas, especially considering the temperature. She trudged across the campground in her white boots, unexpectedly comfy in the cold. Looking around, she quickly decided to head over to Chris first.... only to be beaten there by none other than Darius Harrisburg. Oh, joy. "Hey, Chris," she greeted, Owl perking up and shuffling behind Nov to wave at Christopher Robin. This girl was Nov's only proof that she wasn't insane. Unless they both were... Well, it was at least her only hope. "Woods seem pretty full tonight, huh?" she hinted. "Dare Hare" over there probably didn't have enough brain cells left to get it even if she'd spoken outright of storybook characters, but better to be on the safe side. Nodding to Chris, she pulled the jumper tighter around her body and turned in the direction of some older friends. "Benji! Mack!" she called with a grin. "Are you sure you packed enough?" Nov commented, raising her eyebrows and smirking to match her signature sarcastic drawl. "Benny-boy could've handled another ten or so," she suggested, flopping her butt onto the boy's stomach. She giggled and rolled off before she could be pushed, and instead laid next to Benji. "How goes the courting?" she asked, a knowing grin spread across her face when she looked at him. Pushing herself up to rest with her elbows propped behind her, she glanced at Bunny and Joey. She didn't really know them too well, but Bunny seemed nice, though shy, and Joey seemed just as hyperactive as Mack without the girly aspect. She could dig it. Ah, there was the other Harrisburg. It was a wonder they were anywhere close to related until you really looked at their faces. Some... random girl that she'd spotted Chris glaring at, and a teacher. Ah, damn, the teacher. Well, at least she had food. novvy's outfit be hurr//orange you glad I posted? =D // |
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Post by hedgierobindale on Oct 24, 2011 16:32:37 GMT -5
Words couldn't describe how excited Chris was. They had all reached the campsite now, Kanga and Piglet and Roo and Tigger and Eeyore and Owl and Rabbit and Darius....
Wait, she meant Pooh bear.
No, she meant Darius.
....The fuck?
Okay, that was crazy. She usually referred to them as their true names in her head and had to check herself before she said anything aloud. But not Darius. There was something about his reincarnation that made her think of him a different way, though how, she really didn't know.
Well, when Whatever-she-meant-to-mentally-refer-to-him-as approached her and called her Chrizzy, she rolled her eyes. "Hey there, Dare Bear." Chris had gotten around to calling him that because... well, not that she would ever admit this to anyone ever, she thought it was kind of cute. He was her Pooh Bear, after all.
She smiled a bit at Eeyore and Tigger. That ws another thing she secretly thought was adorable. "Well, that was fun. Any chance we can head back now? I mean, I personally think I've gotten my fill of nature. I'm all natured out," he said. Honestly, Chris did have kind of a special place for Benny in her heart.
Not that she would ever fucking admit that, either.
"Yeah, definitely," she replied to Owl. Christopher Robin was obviously excited too, as he stepped out of Chris' head to wave at Owl and prance about, looking for anyone else. Chris tried to remember who all had a brighter glow when she met them. Melissa, who was Kanga. The woozle, whatever the fuck her name was, seemed to have a brighter glow. She had pretty much been there when November met Owl. Even Xerxes had a bit of a brighter glow, though there was something a little off about it, not that she really put much thought into it.
Chris opened her mouth to say something else, but... November was already walking away and she noticed something. Oh god. Piglet and the woozle were adorable. Like, really fucking cute. It made her want to throw up, not to mention how completely wrong it was.
She had to get out of here. Well, at least away for a little while. Chris looked at Darius, thinking of something she noticed on the way here. "Hey, I think I saw a beehive. Wanna see if there's any honey in it?" Yeah, it was probably a stupid idea. But she didn't remember any bees flying around it and it was an adventure. He could still go on adventures, right? She kind of grabbed on his arm a little when the couple across the way kissed.
talk talk talk
think think think
them them them
W O R D S * i dunno.;;
T H O U G H T S * REALLY, REALLY SOON, MONICA.  and benny is not pathetic, he is adorable and I love him forever! Oh, and tell me if anything needs to be changed, yeah? ;;
M U S I C * grooveshark.com/#/playlist/Just+Doing+Nothing/57415308 ;;
T A G G E D * the winnie the pooh gang! ;;
W E A R I N G * www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=34987457 ;;
C R E D I T S * bruno mars' lazy song ;; |
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Post by DARIUS HARRISBURG on Nov 20, 2011 2:24:19 GMT -5
got my heart broken at 14, that was way backafter that, it was straight pay back What the fuck was this shit.
So the Dare Hare should totally not have been in the mood right now for camping. Seriously, it was not his fucking time of day. The Dare Hare was awake when he needed to be awake, which was pretty much only at night, when there were bangin’ chicks all up in his bizkit. And it was not late. And there were not bangin’ chicks all up in his bizkit.
Well…there was one. There was one bangin’ chick.
And fucking bother, man, he could not take his eyes off of her.
"Hey there, Dare Bear."
Dare Bear. Dare Bear? Really? This chick was smashin’ and all, but man, he didn’t fucking understand her whole nickname system shit. Did she not understand how nicknames worked? Because ‘Bear’ did not sound like ‘Harrisburg’ in any way. He supposed he’d have to fucking remind her. Maybe she had a slow memory. ”It’s ‘Dare Hare’,” he reminded her helpfully, rolling his eyes. ”Like Darius Harrisburg, y’know? Clever and shit?” Darius knew he was fucking clever and smart and the most hilarious thing to touch the face of this fucking planet. He didn’t need this girl to laugh at his hilarious joke to know it. But still. He would have liked it, he supposed. Darius liked being appreciated by fucking hot chicks.
"Hey, I think I saw a beehive. Wanna see if there's any honey in it?"
”Beehive?” Darius straightened, perking up when he heard the word. A fucking beehive in the middle of the woods here? No fucking way. He’d known that coming on this camping trip was the right decision. ”Where the fuck’s the beehive at?” He sprang to his feet, his eyes scanning the woodlands before them. ”Fuck girl, what the hell kinda question’s that? Fuck yeah we wanna go find that shit.” He took off towards a random section of the woods, glancing backwards to make sure she was following.
He couldn’t even get over this chick. She could find beehives. She might as well be the ugliest chick in the world: Darius was going to tap that shit, no matter what any other shitheads might say. Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em all.
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and benny is not pathetic, he is adorable and I love him forever! Oh, and tell me if anything needs to be changed, yeah? ;;
