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Post by Tikoaztite on Aug 5, 2016 20:31:37 GMT -6
Hazyll came back strangely quickly with s'mores supplies and starbursts, her grin fading when she realized she missed the fire starting. "Aww... Well, if anyone wants a marshmallow or some Starbursts, I have 'em!" She opened and unwrapped a few Starbursts, skewing a few and placing them over the fire.
"Starbursts...?" Rei had gotten down just as Hazyll announced she would roast the candy, tilting their head slightly. "That's.. pretty weird. Can I have some marshmallows?"
"Just take 'em."
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Post by Alex on Aug 5, 2016 21:34:54 GMT -6
"Huh. You'd expect Starbusts to melt right off the stick, but I guess not," Berry said. "Gotta admire the innovation." She grabbed a couple of marshmellows for herself. "Guess the party's officially started." "It's a nice fire," Leona added. "Good way to start things off."
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Post by Kor on Aug 6, 2016 7:08:40 GMT -6
"Don't worry, the rest of the fire's just as good," Ver promises Hazyll when he notices she's back. He doesn't collect anything to eat, just sitting down. "Welcome to Camp Catalpa, you guys."
"Starbursts?" Bird enters the fire's light, then leans over Hazyll's shoulder to pick a few, as well as a couple marshmallows. She doesn't bother roasting any and puts a combination in her mouth at the same time. "Cool." She sits on a log and pulls her legs to her chest. "So, the reason we all came here: Who's going first for ghost stories?"
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Post by Tikoaztite on Aug 6, 2016 23:27:17 GMT -6
"Me! Me! I wanna go first! I'll scare your socks off so hard they become kindling for the fire!" Hazyll bursted out near-immediately, turning her Starbursts on the stick. "You guys ready, or what?"
"You? Scary? I don't think so." Jean-Luc turned towards Hazyll wifh a questioning expression, taking a marshmallow from her bag and placing it in the fire. "Bring it on."
"I can, too! Just watch as you get scared the worst." Hazyll stuck out her tongue rather childishly at Jean-Luc's accusation, taking out the skewer and blowing on the bubbling candy.
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Post by Alex on Aug 7, 2016 0:08:11 GMT -6
"Well, guess we know who's going first," Berry said with a laugh. "Alright. Consider me ready to have my socks scared off." She hoped it wasn't all talk. Nothing set the feeling like a good campfire story.
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Post by Kor on Aug 7, 2016 14:42:13 GMT -6
Cyprien laughs at the entire exchange as he takes a seat. "I'm game. Go ahead." Bird laughs her movie villain laugh from where she sat. "Take it away, but know you've got a tough crowd." "As a responsible adult," states Ver, "I'll have to shut down any stories that are too graphic... If anyone else is nearby so I don't get in trouble." Bird boos.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Aug 12, 2016 13:54:37 GMT -6
"Alright! Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society..." Hazyll started, a determined look on her freckled face. "That show ended before you were born and it wasn't even scary." Rei interrupted, rolling their eyes. "Ugh-- And it ended before you were born, too! Anyways, submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I, Hazyll with a Y and two Ls, call this story... The Dollmaker on Nickel Drive." Hazyll took a bite of her Starburst before starting up.
{because i'm too lazy to type out a whole scary story, and i realized much too late that i Can't Write Horror: it's about a man who owns a doll shop, and meets a girl who he comments is 'more beautiful than any of his dolls.' he puts doll parts on the doorstep of his customer for four days- a tiny yarn wig that looks a lot like his victim's hair on the first, two buttons in her eye color on the second, a doll dress exactly like the one she wore to the doll shop on the third, and finally, an unstuffed ragdoll made from a fabric that's her exact skin tone. when she takes them back in, they're gone as soon as she turns her back. on the fifth night, he goes to the customer's door and reveals he had put the doll parts there, before calling her 'more beautiful than any doll.. except for one.' he then stabs her with fabric scissors five times, killing her. he then stuffs the doll with her hair, sews it back up and stitches on the button eyes with her optic nerves, and slips the dress and wig over the doll. the customer wakes up high above the doll shop's floor on a small wooden shelf, unable to speak or move- only to watch as he tells another customer they're more beautiful than any doll- and she finds herself strangely, intensely happy, knowing they'll meet her fate. in fact, she starts to fantasize about it, soon forgetting her human life in anticipation for another doll. typical cliché dollmaker story}
"And sure enough, when the next customer went home for the night..." Hazyll began to draw to a finish, purposefully pausing.
"SORRY WE'RE LATE !!" A male voice suddenly shouted from far away, but close enough to be quite loud. In the distance, a skinny guy and a shorter, stockier 14-year-pld ran towards the fire.
Ichigo screamed like a five-year-old at the sudden voice, jumping up- which caused Jean-Luc to burst out laughing.
{{what better to start off strange happenings in your lil camperooni than living, evil dolls. where did they come from? where did they go?}}
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Post by Kor on Aug 12, 2016 15:13:39 GMT -6
Bird made a few comments about the creativity of the story at the beginning, but faded into an interested silence. Capucine sat chewing a fingernail with a smile creeping over her face and her eyes wide, enjoying herself.
It's hard to tell if Ver was even listening. He kept his eyes on the fire until the sudden voice. He shouts, screams blending with the screams of the campers, and shoots to his feet and jumps the fire so it stood between him and the voice. After only a second of sheer panic, his shoulders drop and he frowns. "Who the hell..?" Once finished screaming, Capucine erupted into relieved giggles and Cyprien set a hand over his face. Bird's laugh was a bit meaner in spirit, though she'd jumped at the sound as well.
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Post by Alex on Aug 12, 2016 15:38:41 GMT -6
"Y'know, that almost seemed planned!" Berry laughed, trying to cover up that she'd been startled half to death. "It totally WAS, wasn't it?" "Either way, it definitely got us," Leona said quietly, but even she was smiling, clearly a bit shaken from the scare.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Aug 14, 2016 18:50:54 GMT -6
Finally, the two figures came to a stop a few feet away from the fire. The younger tried his hardest not to make eye contact with anyone, clearly embarrassed. "Heh.. Sorry for scaring you guys." The older rubbed the back of his olive neck, chuckling nervously. "Schedule ended up being fu--fricked up at the last minute, and I got stuck in traffic since the bus was already long gone... I actually got here 'bout an hour ago, getting the two of us unpacked and trying to see where everyone was. So, with that out of the way-- My name's Tybalt- yes, like the Shakespeare character, I hate it, too- But please, for the love of God, call me Ty. I'll be one of your counselors. Hopefully my first impression wasn't that bad."
"...Clark." The younger murmured just loud enough to hear.
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Post by Kor on Aug 14, 2016 18:56:29 GMT -6
"Oh, thank god, more counselors. The owner lady mentioned more were coming." Ver circles back around the fire. "Nice to meet you, Ty. You too, Clark. Ty, Clark, these are the campers, there's quite a few of them. We're telling ghost stories right now, but if you wanna get unpacked the cabin's over there." He points over his shoulder to the one lit-up building. "Another counselor's inside." "Hi Clark, hi Ty," chirps Capucine. "Hey," echoes Cyprien.
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Post by Tikoaztite on Aug 17, 2016 11:23:03 GMT -6
Clark sat down about a foot away from everyone else in a kind of outer circle, just kinda staring at the fire. "'Ayo!" Hazyll greeted, elbowing Jean-Luc and causing him to let out a weak 'Hi."
"Ghost stories? I've always been fond of the occasional urban legend." Ty sat himself down next to Clark, a grin starting to form on his face.
I KNOW I SHOULD BE WAITING FOR ALEX TO RESPOND BUT ,,
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Post by Alex on Aug 29, 2016 1:24:11 GMT -6
Y ELLS MY MOTIVATION'S SHOT BUT I AM GOING TO FORCE A REPLY BECAUSE I REGRET AND I MISS RP GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
"The town I grew up in didn't have many urban legends," Berry said with a sigh. "There was the story of the kid who got buried alive by his own parents, but that's about it. Might not have even been a legend." Sage, not really sure how to respond to that, only said "Alright."
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Post by Kor on Aug 29, 2016 7:08:13 GMT -6
Ever the morbid sense of humour, Bird laughs at that. Capucine gasps quietly. "That's so cool..." "No actually that's super gross," interjects Capucine. "YOU'RE super gross."
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Post by Tikoaztite on Aug 29, 2016 8:50:41 GMT -6
"There's the story of the Kuchisake-onna, if any of you want to hear." Rei commented, an iddy-biddy smile forming on their face. "Please, no..." Ichigo sighed a bit at his sibling, still trembling a small bit from Ty's appearance.
"Awwh, so we have a scaredy-cat among us?" Jean-Luc snickered, a mocking smile on his face. "We'll be changing that, for sure."
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