Summer's a Bummer, as Dull as Can Be... or is it?
Jul 7, 2015 23:29:00 GMT
Post by Olivia Bonnet on Jul 7, 2015 23:29:00 GMT
Olivia beamed, rocking back and forth slightly as she hugged her friends’ hands to her cheeks for a few moments, just enjoying having them. Both hands were bigger and rougher than hers, though uniquely different from one another as well. Rodina’s calluses had more of a formed pattern to them, indicating some kind of skill, and Quinn’s were more like she spent a lot of time outdoors. Olivia noted this difference down in her head, storing it into the depths of a memory that usually retained such small details when she found them to be particularly interesting ones. She already absolutely adored Rodina and had been filing away little things about her, such as the kinds of foods she appeared to like and how many flecks of silver she had in each eye, although that task was a bit more difficult, but fun to attempt anyway. Olivia was odd like that though, counting eye flecks and freckles or trying to take note of how long a person preferred to keep their fingernails. She had a whole slew of information about the other kids back in the children’s home, although none of it was ever released out of her mouth. It was simply gathered and stored away for the sake of her simply enjoying such things.
Chirruping again, Olivia nodded her head, releasing the other girls’ hands and snuggling her bunny to her face for a moment. She was extremely curious as to what exactly had happened with those fire alarms that Quinn spoke of, but was not about to even attempt to ask. It was much too dark to properly relay any questions at the moment and, as Quinn had not elaborated upon it, Olivia supposed the other girl might not wish to speak of it any further. The little rabbit girl could respect that. She felt the exact same way about the children’s home, only, she didn’t even want to mention it, preferring it if everyone just assumed she was a girl with a regular family waiting for her back home. After all, people tended to treat you differently if they knew you were different, and while Olivia was fairly comfortable in her own skin, she was not very good at dealing with being picked on or, worse, pitied. She had experienced both multiple times over the years and liked neither at all. No, at camp at least, she could just be Olivia and be happy, although, she could relate a great deal to Quinn’s having not really wanted to come in the first place. She was quite glad she had though, in the scheme of things.
When the counselor’s voice cut through the air, saying that it was time to head back to the cabin for the night, Olivia’s heart fell. She had been having so much fun, just squished up in this little spot with Rodina and Quinn and did not want it to end quite yet. What if they didn’t get a chance to see Quinn again? Olivia had decided she rather liked the girl and the idea of not being able to spend more time with her made her feel a bit sad. But then Rodina mentioned getting together for breakfast and Olivia perked back up a little bit. Yes, that would do, if Quinn were allowed to join them instead of staying with her own cabin group. Perhaps, if they were lucky, they would have more activities like this, where they could hide off by themselves, or free time where they could get together to play. Oh, and Rodina had promised to sleep with her again tonight.
Olivia took both girls’ hands again, clasping onto them, her rabbit hanging down by one ear from between her own hand and Rodina’s. She squeezed, pushing to her feet and tugging at her friends. She grinned at them, swinging her arms back and forth, still clutching onto their hands in a way that she hoped was clear she wasn’t about to let go until she was absolutely required to do so.
Chirruping again, Olivia nodded her head, releasing the other girls’ hands and snuggling her bunny to her face for a moment. She was extremely curious as to what exactly had happened with those fire alarms that Quinn spoke of, but was not about to even attempt to ask. It was much too dark to properly relay any questions at the moment and, as Quinn had not elaborated upon it, Olivia supposed the other girl might not wish to speak of it any further. The little rabbit girl could respect that. She felt the exact same way about the children’s home, only, she didn’t even want to mention it, preferring it if everyone just assumed she was a girl with a regular family waiting for her back home. After all, people tended to treat you differently if they knew you were different, and while Olivia was fairly comfortable in her own skin, she was not very good at dealing with being picked on or, worse, pitied. She had experienced both multiple times over the years and liked neither at all. No, at camp at least, she could just be Olivia and be happy, although, she could relate a great deal to Quinn’s having not really wanted to come in the first place. She was quite glad she had though, in the scheme of things.
When the counselor’s voice cut through the air, saying that it was time to head back to the cabin for the night, Olivia’s heart fell. She had been having so much fun, just squished up in this little spot with Rodina and Quinn and did not want it to end quite yet. What if they didn’t get a chance to see Quinn again? Olivia had decided she rather liked the girl and the idea of not being able to spend more time with her made her feel a bit sad. But then Rodina mentioned getting together for breakfast and Olivia perked back up a little bit. Yes, that would do, if Quinn were allowed to join them instead of staying with her own cabin group. Perhaps, if they were lucky, they would have more activities like this, where they could hide off by themselves, or free time where they could get together to play. Oh, and Rodina had promised to sleep with her again tonight.
Olivia took both girls’ hands again, clasping onto them, her rabbit hanging down by one ear from between her own hand and Rodina’s. She squeezed, pushing to her feet and tugging at her friends. She grinned at them, swinging her arms back and forth, still clutching onto their hands in a way that she hoped was clear she wasn’t about to let go until she was absolutely required to do so.