Post by LaDon Uniche on Apr 6, 2008 13:53:23 GMT -5
A roleplay with LaDon and Camillo and some of Matty
Ladon sat on the edge of a fairly large rock. A rough looking skate board underneath her feet, moving back and forth, back and forth.
She'd done quite a bit of skating today. Nobody had come by either. She had had her hopes up that somebody would come to the park, and she could talk to them. She was bored out of her mind and hardly had any ideas as to what she could be doing.
Her hazed over eyes snapped back to focus. They scanned the terra once more. A sad sigh escaped her mouth as she sat up. She picked up her board, leaning it against the rock, before walking over to a tree.
"Hey there Ty," she chirped, making up a random name for the tree, "Don't mind if I climb you...do you?" but of course, she awaited no response and went ahead. It was a bit of a struggle to reach the first branch, but after that it was a piece of carrot cake!
Finally she sat perched in the crevice of a large branch, one of her legs hanging down. With a large grin on her face she pulled out her gameboy advanced and began playing away at the classical mario game.
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Mmm, apple. Apples were good. So juicy and yummy. And best of all they kept the doctor away! Taking another bite, Cam stopped in his tracks to look around. He had wandered into the park somehow, not really knowing how he got there. Wasn’t he going to get groceries? Hmm yes. He had a list. A list which he had left on the counter back home. Oops. Guess there really wasn’t anything he could do about that. It was destiny then, that the boy not go grocery shopping. End of story. Case closed.
An odd but familiar tune caught the boy’s attention as he started walking again, only making him stop once more. Now where was that tune from? He knew he knew, he just couldn’t put his finger on t. Was it from a movie? No, no, not a movie. A game maybe? But what game. He thought hard trying to figure out this riddle and soon found himself sitting on the grass below a tree from which the music was coming from. Apple in had he took another bite, all the while staring intently at the tree. Legend of Zelda? No, that was wrong. And it definitely wasn’t from Mortal Combat. Think Camillo think! Como tan estupido! You know where it’s from! He furrowed his brows in concentration as he thought trying his very best to recall the name of the game.
“Mario!” He yelled finally standing up and holding his now almost completely eaten apple in victory. Oh, he was good. Now there was another mystery at hand. Someone must be playing a Mario game for there be a Mario tune. So…who was the one playing the wonderful game? Camillo narrowed his eyes at the tree as he looked at it suspiciously.
“Señor Arbol,” he began, moving to the side to try and get a better look around the tree. “Is that you playing a loved classic game?” He asked curiously and slightly confused. How was the tree playing such a game?
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LaDon continued pressing buttons. A soft, musical tune chimed from the hand-held game as she completed a level.
Her eyes drifted downwards as she saw someone heading towards the park. He looked rather lost too. He was eating an apple. A wonderfully juicy apple. Her mouth watered just thinking about the luscious taste.
The boy finally came and sat at the bottom of the tree. His facial expression showed that of much concentration, and she wondered what he was busy concentrating on, but lingered no longer on the thought, for she had to continue playing her game.
“Mario!” He suddenly yelled standing up and holding his now almost completely eaten apple in what seemed to be a victory pose.
“Señor Arbol,” she heard him say, as he walked around the tree, searching for something, “Is that you playing a loved classic game?” He asked curiously.
LaDon wanted to laugh, but she had to keep her hiding spot. This could be fun. She continued to play her game, the volume maxed out now.
“Of course I’m playing the game,” she said in a high tone voice. She hoped the thick leaves on the tree were well enough to hide her, “Didn’t you know trees played Mario? It’s the best game EVER!” the ‘tree’ exclaimed.
“I’ll let you play too....if you have another apple.” The tree said, getting down to business now. What a day this was, who knew she was going to roleplay as a tree today, to get an apple! She was certainly glad that this boy had stopped bye. Her mind was ever so easily amused. Either that or she just had a wonderful imagination.
Camillo nearly jumped when the tree spoke back. Now THAT he was not expecting. “Jebus Almighty! “He cried jumping back a bit. “Y-You can talk!” He exclaimed not believing this odd miracle. “This is-this-Well this is awesome!” He said happily running over to the tree going as close to the woody structure as he could. He peered at the bark for a few seconds before deciding it wasn’t his imagination.
“Didn’t you know trees played Mario? It’s the best game EVER!”
Camillo stared awes truck, mouth hanging open. This tree…was a god. A beautiful barky god. Dropping to his knees, Camillo stared up, eyes close to sparkling. “You are…amazing! You are my hero!” Without hesitation Cam wrapped his arms around the tree, at least as far as he could, his cheek against the rough surface. “I will never carve another vulgar slur into any of your brethren again! Te lo juro!”
This really was an amazing day! Maybe he and tree would become friends. The best of friends frolicking through fields of daisies. And what was this? He could play too? But…he needed to offer this great mystical being an apple…which he didn’t have. He bit his lip and shuffled back from the tree, still on his knees. “I don’t have any more apples,” he said feebly. “But you can have the rest of this one,” the teen said holding out the half eaten shiny red apple.
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The boy seemed a bit shocked by her speaking. Maybe he really couldn’t see her. She let out a low laugh as he exclaimed, “Jebus Almighty! “He jumped back a bit. “Y-You can talk!” He exclaimed, “This is-this-Well this is awesome!” He said happily, running over to the tree he got as close to the woody structure as he could and examined it thoroughly. Ha-ha, this guy was pretty cool. Did he actually believe the tree talked, or was he just playing along. Either way...she officially loved this guy.
Dropping to his knees, the boy stared up, eyes close to sparkling. It was just like in anime shows, when the background went all bubbly and their abnormally large eyes sparkled and glistened, “You are…amazing! You are my hero!” The boy wrapped his arms around the tree, at least as far as he could, his cheek against the rough surface. “I will never carve another vulgar slur into any of your brethren again! Te lo juro!”
LaDon smiled, “WHAT! YOU HAVE CARVED USELESS SLURS INTO THE BARK OF MY BRETHERN? HOW DARE YOU!” the tree barked at him. ((haha pun))
The boy bit his lip and shuffled back from the tree, still on his knees. “I don’t have any more apples,” he said feebly. “But you can have the rest of this one,” he said holding out the half eaten shiny red apple.
The great tree sighed heavily, “I suppose that will do,” LaDon smiled, “You’re forgiven!” she said jumping out of the tree, landing a foot away from the teen. With a toothy smile she walked over to the boy and took a bite out of the apple he held.
“Hmm, not bad.” She said taking the apple from his hand and holding out the game for him to play. Sure it was only half an apple, but she was starved and the apple was mighty tasty.
She sat down, leaning her back against the tree trunk; she ate away at the apple. She held back a smile as she watched for his reaction.
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Alrighty-then. So if a tree talking to you wasn’t expected, then a crazy girl jumping down from said tree just went beyond Camillo’s reasoning. Many thoughts ran through the perplexed boy. First on the list was something that went along et lines of, ‘She just ate my apple!’. Also near the top were things like, ‘I think I had one too many Advils today’ and ‘maybe drinking mouthwash wasn’t a good idea.’ Of course, none of these thoughts were voiced as he stared shocked at what stood before him. It was an odd creature, almost completely unknown to him. She belonged to a strange race, one that had confused Camillo ten times over. Their thought process and actions when completely beyond that of reasoning. And here was proof. This person was…female. Camillo almost felt himself cringe at the very word. Girls were just so…complicated. He remembered the last girl he’d talked to. She’d slapped him for no absolute reason and stormed off. Something about him being oblivious and not getting her ‘signs’.
As he stared in horror at the female, another thought completely crushed all those before. Wit a darn second! The tree had been speaking, and then the girl jumped out. Putting two and two together Camillo finally came to obviously logical reason for why that girl had just suddenly come out of nowhere.
“Vacas volando!*” He exclaimed pointing a finger at the blonde, oh wait, was that some pink in there too? “You’re a pixie!” Yep. That had to be it. Completely logical and rational. Camillo at this point was bursting with joy. Then, however, he realized she couldn’t be a pixie. Of course not. How stupid of me, he thought shaking his head. “You can’t be a pixie, you’re too big to be one,” he said matter-of-factly. “You must be a tree spirit!” He concluded marveling at his own sheer brilliance. “There’s a tree Spirit eating my apple!” He cried happily. Though why a tree spirit would be dressed like this was beyond him. But that didn’t matter. “And the tree Spirit has given me her gameboy!” The adolescent was now practically yelling across the skate park. Luckily no one was around to be subjected to his lunacy. Except for this girl, er, tree Spirit.
The game was set to pause, as Cammy noticed, but paid the game no attention as he continued to be thrilled with actually meeting a mythical being. All those books he’d read…they were real! There really was a magical world just outside his window. Looking at the ‘Spirit’ for a bit longer, Camillo threw his arms around her, embracing her tightly. “Do not worry fair Spirit! I will make sure that no one hurts you in this new world you’ve stepped…well jumped into. *No se preocupe. Camillo is on the job! And I have plenty of apples at home too if you want more! Mi mami bought a bag of them just the other day. And grapes too. I love grapes. Especially the green ones. But they need to be seedless. The ones with seeds are just stupid. Do you like grapes?” He asked titling his head to the side slightly. “Do you have a name? Or do I just call you Tree Spirit? How did you get your hair like that? I dyed mine,” he said pointing to his purple and bright orange bangs, not giving her a chance to respond let alone react to his insanity and questions, “Just recently actually. Do you live in that tree? Or do you wander, protecting all the trees around here? And I really am sorry about carving things into trees. But who hasn’t done that at least once in their lives. Oh God!” He yelled, jumping back ad clinging onto the girl’s arm. He gave weak kick in the direction of a bird that was hopping across the grass, pecking at the ground and getting closer and closer to the pair. “Get away you evil eye pecking monstrosity!” He said now waving a stick at the small feathered animal from behind the tree Spirit. When he got a hold of said stick, however is a mystery to us all.
Ooc;; **Flying Cows!.....don’t ask.
**Don’t worry!
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The apple boy’s face portrayed both a shocked and confused expression. He seemed to be thinking quite hard about something.
“Vacas volando!” He finally exclaimed pointing a finger her,“You’re a pixie!” He was just bursting with joy. His excitement was like an overboiling pot, “You can’t be a pixie, you’re too big to be one,” he said matter-of-factly. “You must be a tree spirit!” He concluded, “There’s a tree Spirit eating my apple!” He cried happily, “And the tree Spirit has given me her gameboy!” It was a good thing that nobody was around, because this kid was yelling something awful. Of course, LaDon didn’t mind, she did that sort of thing all the time. She was getting a kick out of this guy though. Did he have a tear in his eye there?
LaDon stood there silently, waiting for the boy’s logic to kick. Was he really that dense? Did he actually believe in fairy tale creatures? He observed LaDon a bit longer, before he threw his arms around her, embracing her tightly. “Do not worry fair Spirit! I will make sure that no one hurts you in this new world you’ve stepped…well jumped into. No se preocupe. Camillo is on the job! And I have plenty of apples at home too if you want more! Mi mami bought a bag of them just the other day. And grapes too. I love grapes. Especially the green ones. But they need to be seedless. The ones with seeds are just stupid. Do you like grapes?” He asked titling his head to the side slightly. All she could do was smile and shake her head, for when he mouth opened to speak he was blabbering away yet again. Instead she just giggled quietly. “Do you have a name? Or do I just call you Tree Spirit? How did you get your hair like that? I dyed mine,” he said pointing to his purple and bright orange bangs,“Just recently actually. Do you live in that tree? Or do you wander, protecting all the trees around here? And I really am sorry about carving things into trees. But who hasn’t done that at least once in their lives. Oh God!” He yelled, jumping back and clinging to her arms. He gave a short kick, that was more like a twitch towards the small bird,. “Get away you evil eye pecking monstrosity!” He said, now, waving a stick at the bird from behind her.
LaDon shook her head, smiling still, “The bird won’t hurt you dear,” she said grabbing his shoulders, so they were arms length apart, that and so he would listen and hopefully not be distracted.
“My names LaDon Uniche,” she told him, “I do like grapes actually...the green ones...the red ones AND the purple ones. Hahaha, they’re all good. Kiwi is good too...and cheese.” She smiled gleefully, imaging herself eating the grand fruits and dairy product. “I dyed my hair as well. Just the pink stuff though, I naturally have bleach blonde hair.” she laughed, lowering her arms to the side and looking around her, “I really like your purple and orange hair! It’s pretty sweet! Oh and I’m not a tre- HEY!” her focus had been lost when she saw something furry out of the corner of her eye, “CHIPMUNK!” she exclaimed, running off to chase the poor, defenseless creature.
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“The bird won’t hurt you dear,” she said grabbing his shoulders, so they were arms length apart.
The bird wouldn’t hurt him? What kind of crazy logic was that? Of course it would hurt him. Birds were evil! They were the devil’s spawn! Was she crazy or what? Was she even aware of the damage birds could do? They could take over the world if they so much as wanted to. And could go on murderous rampages! Why, he’d been a victim of one! When he was only seven he was out at a park with his best friend Roberto. They were having a grand time, playing with a ball and being the innocent children that they were. Then this goose showed up. They were curious boys so they went up to the large bird, only wanting to be friends. Roberto had extended his hand and then wham! Roberto was in the hospital. He would never be the same again. He had problems learning now as well as speaking after the bird had attacked. His family moved soon after and Camillo was left alone. The bird had almost killed his friend, and Cammy was sure it would have had he not slapped it with a stick. Which was why the boy bore a scare on his right arm. Birds. Were. Evil.
Just as he was about o prove his point to the ‘Spirit, she had complimented his hair. He smiled brightly and completely forgot about the whole bird issue ignoring the little feather ball hopping around not too far away. “Thank you. I did it myself. Well, my little sister tried to help, but that didn’t work out too well,” he informed her reaching out to touch a strand of bright orange hair that looked quite random amongst the others. His sister had gotten patches of the colour in several places it shouldn’t have been, but, it had all worked to his advantage. Turning his attention back to her words he realized she’d said her name. It was LaDon. Odd. But it seemed to suit her. Quite nicely actually. LaDon. LaDon LaDon LaDon.
“You’re not a trehey?” He asked snapping back to reality and looking at her quizically. What was a trehey? Well, whatever it was, apparently she wasn’t one of them. Shrugging he decided it must be a tree spirit thing. Tree Spirits were odd. But maybe it was because she was a girl spirit. That must be it.
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The healthy chirp of voices welcomed his ears as he sat atop a large ramp.
Feet dangled loosely over the edge while his right arm lay on the backboard.
The only shade he received was that of his hood, pulled over his head hiding all but his mouth.
He stayed still and silent, closing his eyes and listening to those behind him.
Heaving a sigh, he forced all air out of his lungs until another breath was forced upon him. Still, as lonely as he was, he couldn't help having this massive urge to vandalize the skate park.
Perhaps it was simply boredom speaking to him or maybe he had an unknown tumor that made him want to do these things or maybe it was for attention?
Clearly, the first and last one made the most sense.
His eyes flicked open- a newly formed plan in his head. Pulling his hoodie off of his head he smiled a serpents smirk and laughed contently to himself.
Standing up, he looked at the steep ramp and bent down, his right hand grasping the edge. Swiftly, he kicked his legs out and fell to the ground. Miscalculating the slope of the ramp, he stumbled and fell flat on his side.
A curse echoed in the air as he lay, ashamed.
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“Thank you. I did it myself. Well, my little sister tried to help, but that didn’t work out too well,” he informed her reaching out to touch a strand of bright orange hair that looked quite random amongst the others. His mind then seemed to wander after she told him her name. Then suddenly he was talking again.
“You’re not a trehey?” He asked snapping back to reality and looking at her quizzically.
She completely ignored his words. It didn’t matter what he thought she said. He could use his imagination. Right now it was mission impossible with the chipmunk. Chipmunk were of course a rare breed of ninja artists. They swung from vines, climbed up trees, burrowed under ground and even road in limos. Truly they were amazing. But not as amazing as LaDon the Tree Spirit! Tree spirits could beat anything and anyone, nature involved right? Their only weakness was darkness itself. She could deal with that, it wasn’t going to be dark for quite a while yet. It would all be fine.
She started humming...or rather..do-oing the mission impossible theme song as she crept around the trees, making her way towards the furry being. There was no way it was going to get away from her. Finally she pounced . She was laying flat on her stomach, her arms reached out in front of her, the chipmunk inches away from her, froze, then scampered off frantically.
“Oh no...” her voice was barely audible as she stared horrified at her hands. Red liquid seemed to be dripping from within her clasped hands. She opened her hands and a stick fell to the ground.
She frowned, “Oh Beaver Dam!?” she she muttered, sitting back on her feet, peering at the deep gashes in her hand. She picked up the stained stick and examined it.
“Oh BEAVER DAM! C'EST STUPIDE! HOLEY CRAMOLEY FLYING COWS! THE STICK! OH MY GOSH! WHY CHIPMUNK, OH WHY! YOU BEAT ME EVERY TIME! BUT I PROMISE YOU, I WILL DEFEAT YOU NEXT TIME!” of course, she had made this promise a million times before and it has never been followed through. She has yet to defeat the sly chipmunk.
"Zut Bûchette!" she said under her breath.
Her eyes shot up, hearing a crash not so far away, then the use of vulgar words. A smile broke across her face, “Hahaha...he fell.” she giggled, standing and taking a step towards the seen. Of course really, this brought her no closer than she already was. She bent down wiping the blood from her hands, for it had begun to get sticky and uncomfortable.
It was terrible that she couldn't defeat something as simple as a chipmunk. Saddening. She was so big and powerfull, and yet it was so small and fast. She would be scarred forever. Nightmares would haunt her dreams until the day that she finally overcame the tretcherous voyage she had set herself upon whilst she was just a wee child. From the day that one chipmunk ran off with her dearly beloveds (her stuffed rabbit) chestnuts she had made a promise. And that promise was to seek out this chipmunk and avenge her rabbit. Her rabbit who actually didn't like chestnuts and was quite happy to beridding them.
She looked over at the other boy with the wicked awesome hair, she grabbed his hand and began running, “Come, let’s go see what happened!!!” she exclaimed, pulling him a long with her.
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..::Edited it so that she didn't end up killing the chipmunk, hah haa hahahahaha..eh heh...oooh ::..
********* LaDon is a French girl, by the way. I thought we could play fair for them two, he won't know what she says sometimes and she won't know what he says.
gah haha...plus, i've been meaning to put some french in for a while now, but have had nowhere to do it. haha what a perfect time
Zut Bûchette, as far as i'm certain menas 'Damn Stick'.
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Ooc;; ahahah good good. I think Camillo would have cried if the chipmunk would have died…
Bic;;
Eye remained focused on the little chipmunk. The soft brown fur, the little white specks, and that black stripe. It’s little arms and paws, holding an acorn to it’s little mouth. It was just so…so…so…so darn gosh cute! Chipmunks, unlike birds, were cool. Chipmunks, unlike birds, were not evil. Chipmunks were right up there on his favourite animal list. Right up there with elephants. Yep. Elephants and chipmunks ruled the animal kingdom. Together they would overcome the evil known as birds. But wait! What in Buddha’s name was that? Another unknown theme song? It seemed that the world today seemed determined to make the adolescent think. And think he would. Making his best ‘thinking’ pose, Camillo watched LaDon before exclaiming: “Aha! Mission impossible! I win!”
Wait, where did LaDon go? Oh there she was…approaching the chipmunk…with a stick. Was she going to…“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo don’t do it LaDon!” He exclaimed, reaching out with one hand, looking like the people in movies moving in slow motion to stop someone from committing a horrible horrible mistake. Sadly, Cam just wasn’t fast enough. The damage had been done. His outreached hand fell to the ground along with the rest of him, for you see he’d been diving to grab a hold of LaDon, but she was just much too difficult. Again in slow motion, Camillo watched blood droplets fly into the air and fall back to the grass before his eyes. The chipmunk…the poor poor…oh there it went. Running up the tree. With it’s cute little tail and unarmed little body. Fro the ground, Cammy shot a look towards his Tree Spirit. If the chipmunk wasn’t hurt then…
“Dios Mio! Que te isiste!” Jumping up from the ground he was given barely a second to examine the wound before he was dragged n another direction, LaDon’s red stained hands still the only focus of his mind. “But, but, but, your hand! You’re hand! You need medical help! Immediately! We need to get you to a- Oh sweet elephants! Dios me esta testando hoy!” He said throwing his arms into the air.
Now he was dealing with two injured people. Well technically one. Since the other was a Tree Spirit. But leaving technicalities aside, he had two beings that were physically if not also emotionally hurt!
“No se preocupen queridos. I always come prepared!” And with that Camillo pulled out a strip of colorful bandages. “Now let’s see here…” he said looking at his band aids. “You need your cut disinfected,” he said to LaDon, “And you,” he said his voice directed at the newest person now a part of his life, “Seem like you had a big fall. I don’t know why people et on those things without he proper protection but-Oooh lookit this one!” He cried holding up a bright pink band aid that was covered in smiley faces. He was now crouched on the ground, sifting through his many band aids and examining them, talking more to himself, though loud enough for all to hear. “I didn’t know I had this one! Ai que ermoso. Me encanta, I love it!” Now fully absorbed in his colourful magic healers, Camillo seemed to forget about his patients.
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This boy was quite the chatter box he was. Who needed medical help? What on earth was medical help going to do for her? She'd tough it out. What she cared about was this pathetic soul who had fallen off of his skate board. She ignored the boy's ranting and began looking around frantically for her own skateboard. Where had she placed it? In the tree... No. She'd set it down before climbing up the tree. She wandered towards 'her' tree and began retracing her actions. She came to be sitting on a large rock.
"Oh crap, I dunno where I put it." she muttered, making to stand up, but only fell over, her feet sliding out from under her. Again, there she lay on the ground, her legs up in the air.
"Oh..." she said, "That's where it is. Right. I...I knew that. Heh..." she stood back up, brushing the dirt off of her, and picking a few stones out of her cut. She picked up her skateboard and walked back over to the two boys.
The one was sitting on the ground looking through his bandaids, admiring them all.
"So do you board too?" she asked the other boy casually? "Me TOO!" Although just by looking at dear LaDon nobody would suspect her of having such a talent. Her eyes glanced down at Camillo. A pink stripe of something waved before her eyes.
"OOOOh! I like that one!" she said, bending over, so she was eye level with Cam, and snatching it from him, "I suppose medical care is a good idea." she laughed, ripping the plastic off of it, letting it fall to the ground, and sticking it to the inside of her hand, "CoooooL! Can I have another one?" she asked. Without a reply she reached in and grabbed another. LaDon placed this on on the thigh of her leg, which was covered by pants...so she put it on her pants. Ha-Ha.
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He sat upright after a few minutes of helplessness and looked at them. Their words flooding his brain, drowning him and anger grew.
The boy, who searched through his band aides spoke lightly to him he supposed but eventually ended just being with himself.
“No se preocupen queridos. I always come prepared! Now let’s see here…You need your cut disinfected. And you, seem like you had a big fall. I don’t know why people et on those things without he proper protection but-Oooh lookit this one!” He cried holding up a bright pink band aid that was covered in smiley faces. He was now crouched on the ground, sifting through his many band aids and examining them, talking more to himself, though loud enough for all to hear. “I didn’t know I had this one! Ai que ermoso. Me encanta, I love it!”
He opened his mouth to speak, but being silenced by another voice.
This one, the girls.
"So do you board too? Me TOO! OOOOh! I like that one!" she said, bending over, so she was eye level with Cam, and snatching it from him, "I suppose medical care is a good idea." she laughed, ripping the plastic off of it, letting it fall to the ground, and sticking it to the inside of her hand, "CoooooL! Can I have another one?" she asked. Without a reply she reached in and grabbed another. LaDon placed this on on the thigh of her leg, which was covered by pants...so she put it on her pants.
He felt his cheeks redden as he grew furious with them.
"Shut up!" he yelled, almost screamed. His hands clenched in fists.
But his mind was racing, he wanted to be them...Join them in their activities. They seemed to calm and...Happy?
"God damn FREAKS!" he stood quickly and took his orange spray paint out of his pocket. "Get away from me or I'll spray you, I swear it!"
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Cam looked on helplessly as LaDon took her pick of his precious Band-Aids. It couldn’t be helped, but still, he knew he would mss them dearly. Every one of Cammy’s possessions had some meaning to him, whether it be a name or memory. That was why he didn’t own many things; only items that were important and fruitful to him. At least LaDon was covering her cut. Though putting a Band-Aid over a wound that still held little pebbles and dirt in it didn’t do you much good, but Camillo had a feeling that that was as much co-operation he was going to get from the girl. At least she had good taste in Band-Aids. Right when he was about to go on a speech on the importance, use, and all around beauty of his health items he was silenced. Quite rudely actually.
"Shut up!" Came the angered voice of the guy on the ground. From his crouching position Camillo tilted his head in a way that dogs would when not understanding what their masters are saying. He blinked a few times, just staring at the boy with the outburst. Although the words were met to be threatening and angered Camillo caught a hint of sadness. Maybe it was because of the overall appearance of the boy. He really did look like a beaten down puppy. So unhappy. So lonely. He just had the urge to give him a hug. And get him some ice cream. Ice cream made everything better. Unless you were Cuyler. Then it would just make you sick.
Just as Cam was about to get up and head over to the boy, and not hug him because he had a feeling a hug would do more harm than good, another outburst stopped him, this own actually taking some effect on the teen. Freak? There’s a word he hadn’t heard in a while…he felt his spirits begin to sink. He hadn’t been called that in a while, and even though he knew he should be over such childish names, he wasn’t. Either way, being down wasn’t something he did often, nor was it something he had done in a while. To the world he was unfazed. Just as he was now. His grin never once faltered and he only smiled brighter. This boy obviously needed to be introduced to rainbows and smiling clouds.
Wait what was that he pulled out now? Seeing the adolescent reach into his pocket Cam fell over backwards, scurrying to get away but failing miserably. He put his arms up and shut his eyes tight waiting for that loud BANG.
But it never did come. Slowly opening his eyes and peering through his fingers he saw that the thing in the boy’s hand was NOT a gun but a can of…orange paint?
"Get away from me or I'll spray you, I swear it!"
Jumping up from his lying position, Cam stood in front of the teen on all fours, if you could call that standing. “Spray us with orange paint?! Estas loco? Do you even understand the possible consequences of your actions?! Do you know how many aliens are up there watching us? They would come down here in a blink of an eye to abduct us and experiment on our squishy bodies! Why do you think The Blue People always need replacements for their act? Because their members get abducted! Who knows what torture those creatures will put us through! What if they make us listen to some horrible rap mix with country and rock! It’s unimaginable!”
At this point Camillo had thrown his arms up in the arm and was all but begging the gods for mercy. Turning his attention back to the boy however, he let his arms drop as he made himself comfortable sitting on his heels, now much closer to the not so happy teen.
“Here,” he said off handedly holding out a black Band-Aid with white lines going all around the edge. “I know you don’t have any bleeding cuts…at least none that I can see, but you can this anyway.”
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"Shut up!"the boy yelled, his hands clenched in fists. His head was the reddest of reds. It looked like it was about to explode. Like in the cartoons when the character was angered and steam was perhaps going to come out of their ears, "God damn FREAKS!" he stood quickly and took his orange spray paint out of his pocket. "Get away from me or I'll spray you, I swear it!" LaDon giggled, which was probably not the right reaction to make, but who said she was normal? She made the sound of a train horn, “Now all we need is some steam. Hmm..perhaps if we sprayed the paint from your ears it would have the same effect?” The fact that she had been threatened and called a freak had no effect on her what-so-ever. She was used to this sort of talk. She was used to the language. Eventually this boy would learn to love her, as a friend of course. No need for in dept relationships. Ha. “Spray us with orange paint?! Estas loco? Do you even understand the possible consequences of your actions?! Do you know how many aliens are up there watching us? They would come down here in a blink of an eye to abduct us and experiment on our squishy bodies! Why do you think The Blue People always need replacements for their act? Because their members get abducted! Who knows what torture those creatures will put us through! What if they make us listen to some horrible rap mix with country and rock! It’s unimaginable!”
“ALIENS!” LaDon shrieked, “Wow, wouldn’t that be amazing if we were abducted by real, live, aliens?!” she smiled gleefully, imagining all the things they would see and experience.
“Here,” he said off handedly holding out a black Band-Aid with white lines going all around the edge. “I know you don’t have any bleeding cuts…at least none that I can see, but you can this anyway.” LaDon smiled, “You’re so friendly Cammy!” she said, “Sorry for taking your bandaids by the way. I’ll buy you some new ones!” she said with a big nod, lowering herself to him and hugging him tightly, “Oh, and where’s my GBA?” she inquired, standing yet again and scanning her eyes through the park.
---and this is where it came to an end...
Ladon sat on the edge of a fairly large rock. A rough looking skate board underneath her feet, moving back and forth, back and forth.
She'd done quite a bit of skating today. Nobody had come by either. She had had her hopes up that somebody would come to the park, and she could talk to them. She was bored out of her mind and hardly had any ideas as to what she could be doing.
Her hazed over eyes snapped back to focus. They scanned the terra once more. A sad sigh escaped her mouth as she sat up. She picked up her board, leaning it against the rock, before walking over to a tree.
"Hey there Ty," she chirped, making up a random name for the tree, "Don't mind if I climb you...do you?" but of course, she awaited no response and went ahead. It was a bit of a struggle to reach the first branch, but after that it was a piece of carrot cake!
Finally she sat perched in the crevice of a large branch, one of her legs hanging down. With a large grin on her face she pulled out her gameboy advanced and began playing away at the classical mario game.
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Mmm, apple. Apples were good. So juicy and yummy. And best of all they kept the doctor away! Taking another bite, Cam stopped in his tracks to look around. He had wandered into the park somehow, not really knowing how he got there. Wasn’t he going to get groceries? Hmm yes. He had a list. A list which he had left on the counter back home. Oops. Guess there really wasn’t anything he could do about that. It was destiny then, that the boy not go grocery shopping. End of story. Case closed.
An odd but familiar tune caught the boy’s attention as he started walking again, only making him stop once more. Now where was that tune from? He knew he knew, he just couldn’t put his finger on t. Was it from a movie? No, no, not a movie. A game maybe? But what game. He thought hard trying to figure out this riddle and soon found himself sitting on the grass below a tree from which the music was coming from. Apple in had he took another bite, all the while staring intently at the tree. Legend of Zelda? No, that was wrong. And it definitely wasn’t from Mortal Combat. Think Camillo think! Como tan estupido! You know where it’s from! He furrowed his brows in concentration as he thought trying his very best to recall the name of the game.
“Mario!” He yelled finally standing up and holding his now almost completely eaten apple in victory. Oh, he was good. Now there was another mystery at hand. Someone must be playing a Mario game for there be a Mario tune. So…who was the one playing the wonderful game? Camillo narrowed his eyes at the tree as he looked at it suspiciously.
“Señor Arbol,” he began, moving to the side to try and get a better look around the tree. “Is that you playing a loved classic game?” He asked curiously and slightly confused. How was the tree playing such a game?
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LaDon continued pressing buttons. A soft, musical tune chimed from the hand-held game as she completed a level.
Her eyes drifted downwards as she saw someone heading towards the park. He looked rather lost too. He was eating an apple. A wonderfully juicy apple. Her mouth watered just thinking about the luscious taste.
The boy finally came and sat at the bottom of the tree. His facial expression showed that of much concentration, and she wondered what he was busy concentrating on, but lingered no longer on the thought, for she had to continue playing her game.
“Mario!” He suddenly yelled standing up and holding his now almost completely eaten apple in what seemed to be a victory pose.
“Señor Arbol,” she heard him say, as he walked around the tree, searching for something, “Is that you playing a loved classic game?” He asked curiously.
LaDon wanted to laugh, but she had to keep her hiding spot. This could be fun. She continued to play her game, the volume maxed out now.
“Of course I’m playing the game,” she said in a high tone voice. She hoped the thick leaves on the tree were well enough to hide her, “Didn’t you know trees played Mario? It’s the best game EVER!” the ‘tree’ exclaimed.
“I’ll let you play too....if you have another apple.” The tree said, getting down to business now. What a day this was, who knew she was going to roleplay as a tree today, to get an apple! She was certainly glad that this boy had stopped bye. Her mind was ever so easily amused. Either that or she just had a wonderful imagination.
Camillo nearly jumped when the tree spoke back. Now THAT he was not expecting. “Jebus Almighty! “He cried jumping back a bit. “Y-You can talk!” He exclaimed not believing this odd miracle. “This is-this-Well this is awesome!” He said happily running over to the tree going as close to the woody structure as he could. He peered at the bark for a few seconds before deciding it wasn’t his imagination.
“Didn’t you know trees played Mario? It’s the best game EVER!”
Camillo stared awes truck, mouth hanging open. This tree…was a god. A beautiful barky god. Dropping to his knees, Camillo stared up, eyes close to sparkling. “You are…amazing! You are my hero!” Without hesitation Cam wrapped his arms around the tree, at least as far as he could, his cheek against the rough surface. “I will never carve another vulgar slur into any of your brethren again! Te lo juro!”
This really was an amazing day! Maybe he and tree would become friends. The best of friends frolicking through fields of daisies. And what was this? He could play too? But…he needed to offer this great mystical being an apple…which he didn’t have. He bit his lip and shuffled back from the tree, still on his knees. “I don’t have any more apples,” he said feebly. “But you can have the rest of this one,” the teen said holding out the half eaten shiny red apple.
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The boy seemed a bit shocked by her speaking. Maybe he really couldn’t see her. She let out a low laugh as he exclaimed, “Jebus Almighty! “He jumped back a bit. “Y-You can talk!” He exclaimed, “This is-this-Well this is awesome!” He said happily, running over to the tree he got as close to the woody structure as he could and examined it thoroughly. Ha-ha, this guy was pretty cool. Did he actually believe the tree talked, or was he just playing along. Either way...she officially loved this guy.
Dropping to his knees, the boy stared up, eyes close to sparkling. It was just like in anime shows, when the background went all bubbly and their abnormally large eyes sparkled and glistened, “You are…amazing! You are my hero!” The boy wrapped his arms around the tree, at least as far as he could, his cheek against the rough surface. “I will never carve another vulgar slur into any of your brethren again! Te lo juro!”
LaDon smiled, “WHAT! YOU HAVE CARVED USELESS SLURS INTO THE BARK OF MY BRETHERN? HOW DARE YOU!” the tree barked at him. ((haha pun))
The boy bit his lip and shuffled back from the tree, still on his knees. “I don’t have any more apples,” he said feebly. “But you can have the rest of this one,” he said holding out the half eaten shiny red apple.
The great tree sighed heavily, “I suppose that will do,” LaDon smiled, “You’re forgiven!” she said jumping out of the tree, landing a foot away from the teen. With a toothy smile she walked over to the boy and took a bite out of the apple he held.
“Hmm, not bad.” She said taking the apple from his hand and holding out the game for him to play. Sure it was only half an apple, but she was starved and the apple was mighty tasty.
She sat down, leaning her back against the tree trunk; she ate away at the apple. She held back a smile as she watched for his reaction.
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Alrighty-then. So if a tree talking to you wasn’t expected, then a crazy girl jumping down from said tree just went beyond Camillo’s reasoning. Many thoughts ran through the perplexed boy. First on the list was something that went along et lines of, ‘She just ate my apple!’. Also near the top were things like, ‘I think I had one too many Advils today’ and ‘maybe drinking mouthwash wasn’t a good idea.’ Of course, none of these thoughts were voiced as he stared shocked at what stood before him. It was an odd creature, almost completely unknown to him. She belonged to a strange race, one that had confused Camillo ten times over. Their thought process and actions when completely beyond that of reasoning. And here was proof. This person was…female. Camillo almost felt himself cringe at the very word. Girls were just so…complicated. He remembered the last girl he’d talked to. She’d slapped him for no absolute reason and stormed off. Something about him being oblivious and not getting her ‘signs’.
As he stared in horror at the female, another thought completely crushed all those before. Wit a darn second! The tree had been speaking, and then the girl jumped out. Putting two and two together Camillo finally came to obviously logical reason for why that girl had just suddenly come out of nowhere.
“Vacas volando!*” He exclaimed pointing a finger at the blonde, oh wait, was that some pink in there too? “You’re a pixie!” Yep. That had to be it. Completely logical and rational. Camillo at this point was bursting with joy. Then, however, he realized she couldn’t be a pixie. Of course not. How stupid of me, he thought shaking his head. “You can’t be a pixie, you’re too big to be one,” he said matter-of-factly. “You must be a tree spirit!” He concluded marveling at his own sheer brilliance. “There’s a tree Spirit eating my apple!” He cried happily. Though why a tree spirit would be dressed like this was beyond him. But that didn’t matter. “And the tree Spirit has given me her gameboy!” The adolescent was now practically yelling across the skate park. Luckily no one was around to be subjected to his lunacy. Except for this girl, er, tree Spirit.
The game was set to pause, as Cammy noticed, but paid the game no attention as he continued to be thrilled with actually meeting a mythical being. All those books he’d read…they were real! There really was a magical world just outside his window. Looking at the ‘Spirit’ for a bit longer, Camillo threw his arms around her, embracing her tightly. “Do not worry fair Spirit! I will make sure that no one hurts you in this new world you’ve stepped…well jumped into. *No se preocupe. Camillo is on the job! And I have plenty of apples at home too if you want more! Mi mami bought a bag of them just the other day. And grapes too. I love grapes. Especially the green ones. But they need to be seedless. The ones with seeds are just stupid. Do you like grapes?” He asked titling his head to the side slightly. “Do you have a name? Or do I just call you Tree Spirit? How did you get your hair like that? I dyed mine,” he said pointing to his purple and bright orange bangs, not giving her a chance to respond let alone react to his insanity and questions, “Just recently actually. Do you live in that tree? Or do you wander, protecting all the trees around here? And I really am sorry about carving things into trees. But who hasn’t done that at least once in their lives. Oh God!” He yelled, jumping back ad clinging onto the girl’s arm. He gave weak kick in the direction of a bird that was hopping across the grass, pecking at the ground and getting closer and closer to the pair. “Get away you evil eye pecking monstrosity!” He said now waving a stick at the small feathered animal from behind the tree Spirit. When he got a hold of said stick, however is a mystery to us all.
Ooc;; **Flying Cows!.....don’t ask.
**Don’t worry!
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The apple boy’s face portrayed both a shocked and confused expression. He seemed to be thinking quite hard about something.
“Vacas volando!” He finally exclaimed pointing a finger her,“You’re a pixie!” He was just bursting with joy. His excitement was like an overboiling pot, “You can’t be a pixie, you’re too big to be one,” he said matter-of-factly. “You must be a tree spirit!” He concluded, “There’s a tree Spirit eating my apple!” He cried happily, “And the tree Spirit has given me her gameboy!” It was a good thing that nobody was around, because this kid was yelling something awful. Of course, LaDon didn’t mind, she did that sort of thing all the time. She was getting a kick out of this guy though. Did he have a tear in his eye there?
LaDon stood there silently, waiting for the boy’s logic to kick. Was he really that dense? Did he actually believe in fairy tale creatures? He observed LaDon a bit longer, before he threw his arms around her, embracing her tightly. “Do not worry fair Spirit! I will make sure that no one hurts you in this new world you’ve stepped…well jumped into. No se preocupe. Camillo is on the job! And I have plenty of apples at home too if you want more! Mi mami bought a bag of them just the other day. And grapes too. I love grapes. Especially the green ones. But they need to be seedless. The ones with seeds are just stupid. Do you like grapes?” He asked titling his head to the side slightly. All she could do was smile and shake her head, for when he mouth opened to speak he was blabbering away yet again. Instead she just giggled quietly. “Do you have a name? Or do I just call you Tree Spirit? How did you get your hair like that? I dyed mine,” he said pointing to his purple and bright orange bangs,“Just recently actually. Do you live in that tree? Or do you wander, protecting all the trees around here? And I really am sorry about carving things into trees. But who hasn’t done that at least once in their lives. Oh God!” He yelled, jumping back and clinging to her arms. He gave a short kick, that was more like a twitch towards the small bird,. “Get away you evil eye pecking monstrosity!” He said, now, waving a stick at the bird from behind her.
LaDon shook her head, smiling still, “The bird won’t hurt you dear,” she said grabbing his shoulders, so they were arms length apart, that and so he would listen and hopefully not be distracted.
“My names LaDon Uniche,” she told him, “I do like grapes actually...the green ones...the red ones AND the purple ones. Hahaha, they’re all good. Kiwi is good too...and cheese.” She smiled gleefully, imaging herself eating the grand fruits and dairy product. “I dyed my hair as well. Just the pink stuff though, I naturally have bleach blonde hair.” she laughed, lowering her arms to the side and looking around her, “I really like your purple and orange hair! It’s pretty sweet! Oh and I’m not a tre- HEY!” her focus had been lost when she saw something furry out of the corner of her eye, “CHIPMUNK!” she exclaimed, running off to chase the poor, defenseless creature.
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“The bird won’t hurt you dear,” she said grabbing his shoulders, so they were arms length apart.
The bird wouldn’t hurt him? What kind of crazy logic was that? Of course it would hurt him. Birds were evil! They were the devil’s spawn! Was she crazy or what? Was she even aware of the damage birds could do? They could take over the world if they so much as wanted to. And could go on murderous rampages! Why, he’d been a victim of one! When he was only seven he was out at a park with his best friend Roberto. They were having a grand time, playing with a ball and being the innocent children that they were. Then this goose showed up. They were curious boys so they went up to the large bird, only wanting to be friends. Roberto had extended his hand and then wham! Roberto was in the hospital. He would never be the same again. He had problems learning now as well as speaking after the bird had attacked. His family moved soon after and Camillo was left alone. The bird had almost killed his friend, and Cammy was sure it would have had he not slapped it with a stick. Which was why the boy bore a scare on his right arm. Birds. Were. Evil.
Just as he was about o prove his point to the ‘Spirit, she had complimented his hair. He smiled brightly and completely forgot about the whole bird issue ignoring the little feather ball hopping around not too far away. “Thank you. I did it myself. Well, my little sister tried to help, but that didn’t work out too well,” he informed her reaching out to touch a strand of bright orange hair that looked quite random amongst the others. His sister had gotten patches of the colour in several places it shouldn’t have been, but, it had all worked to his advantage. Turning his attention back to her words he realized she’d said her name. It was LaDon. Odd. But it seemed to suit her. Quite nicely actually. LaDon. LaDon LaDon LaDon.
“You’re not a trehey?” He asked snapping back to reality and looking at her quizically. What was a trehey? Well, whatever it was, apparently she wasn’t one of them. Shrugging he decided it must be a tree spirit thing. Tree Spirits were odd. But maybe it was because she was a girl spirit. That must be it.
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The healthy chirp of voices welcomed his ears as he sat atop a large ramp.
Feet dangled loosely over the edge while his right arm lay on the backboard.
The only shade he received was that of his hood, pulled over his head hiding all but his mouth.
He stayed still and silent, closing his eyes and listening to those behind him.
Heaving a sigh, he forced all air out of his lungs until another breath was forced upon him. Still, as lonely as he was, he couldn't help having this massive urge to vandalize the skate park.
Perhaps it was simply boredom speaking to him or maybe he had an unknown tumor that made him want to do these things or maybe it was for attention?
Clearly, the first and last one made the most sense.
His eyes flicked open- a newly formed plan in his head. Pulling his hoodie off of his head he smiled a serpents smirk and laughed contently to himself.
Standing up, he looked at the steep ramp and bent down, his right hand grasping the edge. Swiftly, he kicked his legs out and fell to the ground. Miscalculating the slope of the ramp, he stumbled and fell flat on his side.
A curse echoed in the air as he lay, ashamed.
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“Thank you. I did it myself. Well, my little sister tried to help, but that didn’t work out too well,” he informed her reaching out to touch a strand of bright orange hair that looked quite random amongst the others. His mind then seemed to wander after she told him her name. Then suddenly he was talking again.
“You’re not a trehey?” He asked snapping back to reality and looking at her quizzically.
She completely ignored his words. It didn’t matter what he thought she said. He could use his imagination. Right now it was mission impossible with the chipmunk. Chipmunk were of course a rare breed of ninja artists. They swung from vines, climbed up trees, burrowed under ground and even road in limos. Truly they were amazing. But not as amazing as LaDon the Tree Spirit! Tree spirits could beat anything and anyone, nature involved right? Their only weakness was darkness itself. She could deal with that, it wasn’t going to be dark for quite a while yet. It would all be fine.
She started humming...or rather..do-oing the mission impossible theme song as she crept around the trees, making her way towards the furry being. There was no way it was going to get away from her. Finally she pounced . She was laying flat on her stomach, her arms reached out in front of her, the chipmunk inches away from her, froze, then scampered off frantically.
“Oh no...” her voice was barely audible as she stared horrified at her hands. Red liquid seemed to be dripping from within her clasped hands. She opened her hands and a stick fell to the ground.
She frowned, “Oh Beaver Dam!?” she she muttered, sitting back on her feet, peering at the deep gashes in her hand. She picked up the stained stick and examined it.
“Oh BEAVER DAM! C'EST STUPIDE! HOLEY CRAMOLEY FLYING COWS! THE STICK! OH MY GOSH! WHY CHIPMUNK, OH WHY! YOU BEAT ME EVERY TIME! BUT I PROMISE YOU, I WILL DEFEAT YOU NEXT TIME!” of course, she had made this promise a million times before and it has never been followed through. She has yet to defeat the sly chipmunk.
"Zut Bûchette!" she said under her breath.
Her eyes shot up, hearing a crash not so far away, then the use of vulgar words. A smile broke across her face, “Hahaha...he fell.” she giggled, standing and taking a step towards the seen. Of course really, this brought her no closer than she already was. She bent down wiping the blood from her hands, for it had begun to get sticky and uncomfortable.
It was terrible that she couldn't defeat something as simple as a chipmunk. Saddening. She was so big and powerfull, and yet it was so small and fast. She would be scarred forever. Nightmares would haunt her dreams until the day that she finally overcame the tretcherous voyage she had set herself upon whilst she was just a wee child. From the day that one chipmunk ran off with her dearly beloveds (her stuffed rabbit) chestnuts she had made a promise. And that promise was to seek out this chipmunk and avenge her rabbit. Her rabbit who actually didn't like chestnuts and was quite happy to beridding them.
She looked over at the other boy with the wicked awesome hair, she grabbed his hand and began running, “Come, let’s go see what happened!!!” she exclaimed, pulling him a long with her.
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..::Edited it so that she didn't end up killing the chipmunk, hah haa hahahahaha..eh heh...oooh ::..
********* LaDon is a French girl, by the way. I thought we could play fair for them two, he won't know what she says sometimes and she won't know what he says.
gah haha...plus, i've been meaning to put some french in for a while now, but have had nowhere to do it. haha what a perfect time
Zut Bûchette, as far as i'm certain menas 'Damn Stick'.
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Ooc;; ahahah good good. I think Camillo would have cried if the chipmunk would have died…
Bic;;
Eye remained focused on the little chipmunk. The soft brown fur, the little white specks, and that black stripe. It’s little arms and paws, holding an acorn to it’s little mouth. It was just so…so…so…so darn gosh cute! Chipmunks, unlike birds, were cool. Chipmunks, unlike birds, were not evil. Chipmunks were right up there on his favourite animal list. Right up there with elephants. Yep. Elephants and chipmunks ruled the animal kingdom. Together they would overcome the evil known as birds. But wait! What in Buddha’s name was that? Another unknown theme song? It seemed that the world today seemed determined to make the adolescent think. And think he would. Making his best ‘thinking’ pose, Camillo watched LaDon before exclaiming: “Aha! Mission impossible! I win!”
Wait, where did LaDon go? Oh there she was…approaching the chipmunk…with a stick. Was she going to…“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo don’t do it LaDon!” He exclaimed, reaching out with one hand, looking like the people in movies moving in slow motion to stop someone from committing a horrible horrible mistake. Sadly, Cam just wasn’t fast enough. The damage had been done. His outreached hand fell to the ground along with the rest of him, for you see he’d been diving to grab a hold of LaDon, but she was just much too difficult. Again in slow motion, Camillo watched blood droplets fly into the air and fall back to the grass before his eyes. The chipmunk…the poor poor…oh there it went. Running up the tree. With it’s cute little tail and unarmed little body. Fro the ground, Cammy shot a look towards his Tree Spirit. If the chipmunk wasn’t hurt then…
“Dios Mio! Que te isiste!” Jumping up from the ground he was given barely a second to examine the wound before he was dragged n another direction, LaDon’s red stained hands still the only focus of his mind. “But, but, but, your hand! You’re hand! You need medical help! Immediately! We need to get you to a- Oh sweet elephants! Dios me esta testando hoy!” He said throwing his arms into the air.
Now he was dealing with two injured people. Well technically one. Since the other was a Tree Spirit. But leaving technicalities aside, he had two beings that were physically if not also emotionally hurt!
“No se preocupen queridos. I always come prepared!” And with that Camillo pulled out a strip of colorful bandages. “Now let’s see here…” he said looking at his band aids. “You need your cut disinfected,” he said to LaDon, “And you,” he said his voice directed at the newest person now a part of his life, “Seem like you had a big fall. I don’t know why people et on those things without he proper protection but-Oooh lookit this one!” He cried holding up a bright pink band aid that was covered in smiley faces. He was now crouched on the ground, sifting through his many band aids and examining them, talking more to himself, though loud enough for all to hear. “I didn’t know I had this one! Ai que ermoso. Me encanta, I love it!” Now fully absorbed in his colourful magic healers, Camillo seemed to forget about his patients.
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This boy was quite the chatter box he was. Who needed medical help? What on earth was medical help going to do for her? She'd tough it out. What she cared about was this pathetic soul who had fallen off of his skate board. She ignored the boy's ranting and began looking around frantically for her own skateboard. Where had she placed it? In the tree... No. She'd set it down before climbing up the tree. She wandered towards 'her' tree and began retracing her actions. She came to be sitting on a large rock.
"Oh crap, I dunno where I put it." she muttered, making to stand up, but only fell over, her feet sliding out from under her. Again, there she lay on the ground, her legs up in the air.
"Oh..." she said, "That's where it is. Right. I...I knew that. Heh..." she stood back up, brushing the dirt off of her, and picking a few stones out of her cut. She picked up her skateboard and walked back over to the two boys.
The one was sitting on the ground looking through his bandaids, admiring them all.
"So do you board too?" she asked the other boy casually? "Me TOO!" Although just by looking at dear LaDon nobody would suspect her of having such a talent. Her eyes glanced down at Camillo. A pink stripe of something waved before her eyes.
"OOOOh! I like that one!" she said, bending over, so she was eye level with Cam, and snatching it from him, "I suppose medical care is a good idea." she laughed, ripping the plastic off of it, letting it fall to the ground, and sticking it to the inside of her hand, "CoooooL! Can I have another one?" she asked. Without a reply she reached in and grabbed another. LaDon placed this on on the thigh of her leg, which was covered by pants...so she put it on her pants. Ha-Ha.
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He sat upright after a few minutes of helplessness and looked at them. Their words flooding his brain, drowning him and anger grew.
The boy, who searched through his band aides spoke lightly to him he supposed but eventually ended just being with himself.
“No se preocupen queridos. I always come prepared! Now let’s see here…You need your cut disinfected. And you, seem like you had a big fall. I don’t know why people et on those things without he proper protection but-Oooh lookit this one!” He cried holding up a bright pink band aid that was covered in smiley faces. He was now crouched on the ground, sifting through his many band aids and examining them, talking more to himself, though loud enough for all to hear. “I didn’t know I had this one! Ai que ermoso. Me encanta, I love it!”
He opened his mouth to speak, but being silenced by another voice.
This one, the girls.
"So do you board too? Me TOO! OOOOh! I like that one!" she said, bending over, so she was eye level with Cam, and snatching it from him, "I suppose medical care is a good idea." she laughed, ripping the plastic off of it, letting it fall to the ground, and sticking it to the inside of her hand, "CoooooL! Can I have another one?" she asked. Without a reply she reached in and grabbed another. LaDon placed this on on the thigh of her leg, which was covered by pants...so she put it on her pants.
He felt his cheeks redden as he grew furious with them.
"Shut up!" he yelled, almost screamed. His hands clenched in fists.
But his mind was racing, he wanted to be them...Join them in their activities. They seemed to calm and...Happy?
"God damn FREAKS!" he stood quickly and took his orange spray paint out of his pocket. "Get away from me or I'll spray you, I swear it!"
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Cam looked on helplessly as LaDon took her pick of his precious Band-Aids. It couldn’t be helped, but still, he knew he would mss them dearly. Every one of Cammy’s possessions had some meaning to him, whether it be a name or memory. That was why he didn’t own many things; only items that were important and fruitful to him. At least LaDon was covering her cut. Though putting a Band-Aid over a wound that still held little pebbles and dirt in it didn’t do you much good, but Camillo had a feeling that that was as much co-operation he was going to get from the girl. At least she had good taste in Band-Aids. Right when he was about to go on a speech on the importance, use, and all around beauty of his health items he was silenced. Quite rudely actually.
"Shut up!" Came the angered voice of the guy on the ground. From his crouching position Camillo tilted his head in a way that dogs would when not understanding what their masters are saying. He blinked a few times, just staring at the boy with the outburst. Although the words were met to be threatening and angered Camillo caught a hint of sadness. Maybe it was because of the overall appearance of the boy. He really did look like a beaten down puppy. So unhappy. So lonely. He just had the urge to give him a hug. And get him some ice cream. Ice cream made everything better. Unless you were Cuyler. Then it would just make you sick.
Just as Cam was about to get up and head over to the boy, and not hug him because he had a feeling a hug would do more harm than good, another outburst stopped him, this own actually taking some effect on the teen. Freak? There’s a word he hadn’t heard in a while…he felt his spirits begin to sink. He hadn’t been called that in a while, and even though he knew he should be over such childish names, he wasn’t. Either way, being down wasn’t something he did often, nor was it something he had done in a while. To the world he was unfazed. Just as he was now. His grin never once faltered and he only smiled brighter. This boy obviously needed to be introduced to rainbows and smiling clouds.
Wait what was that he pulled out now? Seeing the adolescent reach into his pocket Cam fell over backwards, scurrying to get away but failing miserably. He put his arms up and shut his eyes tight waiting for that loud BANG.
But it never did come. Slowly opening his eyes and peering through his fingers he saw that the thing in the boy’s hand was NOT a gun but a can of…orange paint?
"Get away from me or I'll spray you, I swear it!"
Jumping up from his lying position, Cam stood in front of the teen on all fours, if you could call that standing. “Spray us with orange paint?! Estas loco? Do you even understand the possible consequences of your actions?! Do you know how many aliens are up there watching us? They would come down here in a blink of an eye to abduct us and experiment on our squishy bodies! Why do you think The Blue People always need replacements for their act? Because their members get abducted! Who knows what torture those creatures will put us through! What if they make us listen to some horrible rap mix with country and rock! It’s unimaginable!”
At this point Camillo had thrown his arms up in the arm and was all but begging the gods for mercy. Turning his attention back to the boy however, he let his arms drop as he made himself comfortable sitting on his heels, now much closer to the not so happy teen.
“Here,” he said off handedly holding out a black Band-Aid with white lines going all around the edge. “I know you don’t have any bleeding cuts…at least none that I can see, but you can this anyway.”
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"Shut up!"the boy yelled, his hands clenched in fists. His head was the reddest of reds. It looked like it was about to explode. Like in the cartoons when the character was angered and steam was perhaps going to come out of their ears, "God damn FREAKS!" he stood quickly and took his orange spray paint out of his pocket. "Get away from me or I'll spray you, I swear it!" LaDon giggled, which was probably not the right reaction to make, but who said she was normal? She made the sound of a train horn, “Now all we need is some steam. Hmm..perhaps if we sprayed the paint from your ears it would have the same effect?” The fact that she had been threatened and called a freak had no effect on her what-so-ever. She was used to this sort of talk. She was used to the language. Eventually this boy would learn to love her, as a friend of course. No need for in dept relationships. Ha. “Spray us with orange paint?! Estas loco? Do you even understand the possible consequences of your actions?! Do you know how many aliens are up there watching us? They would come down here in a blink of an eye to abduct us and experiment on our squishy bodies! Why do you think The Blue People always need replacements for their act? Because their members get abducted! Who knows what torture those creatures will put us through! What if they make us listen to some horrible rap mix with country and rock! It’s unimaginable!”
“ALIENS!” LaDon shrieked, “Wow, wouldn’t that be amazing if we were abducted by real, live, aliens?!” she smiled gleefully, imagining all the things they would see and experience.
“Here,” he said off handedly holding out a black Band-Aid with white lines going all around the edge. “I know you don’t have any bleeding cuts…at least none that I can see, but you can this anyway.” LaDon smiled, “You’re so friendly Cammy!” she said, “Sorry for taking your bandaids by the way. I’ll buy you some new ones!” she said with a big nod, lowering herself to him and hugging him tightly, “Oh, and where’s my GBA?” she inquired, standing yet again and scanning her eyes through the park.
---and this is where it came to an end...