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Parker sat on the black leather chair, tucking her legs to the side. She had pulled her favorite book off the shelf, and had decided to read while she had the chance. Her dorming arrangements had just been finalized, and she had about an hour to kill before the orientation or what ever it was called.
Torn black backpack in one hand, Des stopped right at the entrance of the counselor's cabin. Since this was only his first year here, this had been the easiest thing to find on that sad excuse for a map. And, of course, he'd come rather late compared to all the other campers. He hadn't even met his counselor yet, or seen his room. He easily spotted a girl reading a book from inside the room, seemingly in her own world. Maybe she can read a map better then I can. Running a hand through his spiked up hair, he cleared his throat.
Parker's eyes flashed up to see a looking mildly irritated, holding a crumpled map. His entire persona screamed newbie. She stood up, dropping the book onto the chair-she walked over to him, raising her eyebrows in question. "Can I help you with something?" she asked imploringly, stopping a couple feet from the entrance.
Des smiled slightly, before realizing it probably looked more like a vague grimace. Damn bruises. They were like a neon sign decorating his face, blue black marks dancing across his jaw. The scar running through his eyebrow probably didn't help matters. His dark gaze flickered over to the book she'd left in the chair and -feeling like an intruder- his hands itched to reach into his pockets for a cigarette. This whole 'new' thing is shitty stuff. "Sorry to interrupt. It's just that-" His eyes dropped to the ground. He hated asking for help. "I'm kinda new and have no clue where the hell I'm going." Might as well lay it all out there, then.
Parker sighed. She knew should would have to help some people out...but not like-this early. Didn't people realize there was an information center? She ran a hand through her hair, abandoning all hope of ever relaxing in the near future. "What's your name? I can tell you who your counselor is."
Des smirked without really meaning to, abandoning the false sweetness he had been going for. It had been awkward anyways. Seeing her annoyance wasn't really hard: he wasn't blind. "Declan." He lifted his backpack up onto his shoulder, prepared to go looking for his soon to be babysitter. He gave the barest wince, one so small most wouldn't notice, at the pain sling from his ribs.
Parker went back to her book after she heard the name, turning her face away so he couldn't see her smile. She put the book back on the shelf, and walked back over to him-carefully maneuvering around him and out of the door. "Your Cabin's this way." she remarked, giving him a look like derp derp. Your supposed to follow me. over her shoulder. Ahh. Newbies.
Des ran his fingers through his spiked hair hair again, kind of. Nervous habit of his. He shifted the backpack on his shoulder, aware of the bandages around his ribcage. "Ma'am, yes ma'am." His tone was playful as he grinned, mock saluting her. Turning around, he followed closely behind her. "Do you have," He paused for a second, flipping through his memories to remember his counselor's name. God, it was crazy how much crap he had to remember after scrambling to get ready for the camp at last minute. "Parker as a counselor too?" He shot her a glance as he asked, black eyes sharp as usual.
"Something like that." she remarked, suppressing the inclination to roll her eyes. He was clueless. The more she thought about it, the more she thought it may be funny if he saw her at orientation an hour later, only to realize he had been talking to Parker. Maybe he'd even be embarrassed. Well...then she'd want to see it. "I am Parker, Dear." she added condescendingly, smirking once again.
Des blinked before laughing. It was a relaxed sound, one he hadn't made in what felt like forever. At least, not one that was real. "So, what, do you instantly get stardom status or something?" He rose an eyebrow, continuing to follow her with a smirk. "You'll have to forgive me and my newbie questions. It's not everyday you sign up for a camp with a hierarchy." Sarcasm dripped from his voice. He couldn't help it. If this chick thought he would treat her any differently, then there'd surely be problems arising in the future. Might as well get it all out there now.
Parker's smirk transformed into a bright smile. "Well I'm so glad your determined to have an off putting personality." she remarked, giving him a sidelong glance as she fell into step next to him, matching his strides. "It makes it so much easier not to care." couldn't have been more true. "But first impressions mean everything, so I've already decided your newbie status isn't going to last long." she paused, giving him a pointed look. "I've had a stardom status since I walked through the front gate. I'm just that alluring."
Des smirked, not at all worried about her comment. "Borders are notorious for being asses though. Or so I've heard. I mean, what do you expect from someone who's died?" He looked back at her out of the corner of his eyes, black pupils shining like onyx. Touchy. His teeth flashed for a second as his grin widened. "Ah, so you're one of those people? The type who doesn't believe that people can change?" A picture of his mom flashed before his eyes and he blinked it away. "It must be your bright and shining personality. Anyone ever tell you it's really irresistible?" Des laughed, trying to forget about the woman who'd brought him into this world.
Parker laughed. She was really starting to like this boy. The thought dimmed her eyes, and every part of her mind screamed ABORT. ABORT. "No I'm not one of those people." she said, although she had lost some of her If you'd never met Parker, you didn't know the definition of devastating mood swings. "I've also been called the devil reincarnated." she let on, dropping he shoulders drop in a shrug. "So I guess I'm just a package deal of personalities and uber awesomeness."
Des smiled for a second at her laugh, pausing in his 'ass' act. The sound was kind of distracting. The mood change in her wasn't hard to hear, though. He let the corners of his mouth fall back down into a straight line and he gave a mock thoughtful look. "Yes. I'm getting the sense that you're. . . ." He looked over at her, squinting his eyes as if trying to get a better read. "The kind of woman who reads poetry and other intelligent intellects to pass the free time. So of course you believe people can change." Intellects? Did I even use that word correctly? His eye brow cocked again as he looked over at her. "Aphrodite, huh?" He nudged her shoulder lightly with his own as he continued to walk, black gaze looking out into their surroundings. "Well, they do say diversity is what the world needs."
((lol. I think I may love him. :D )) Parker almost snorted at the use of the word woman, and intellects. She wasn't expected his light nudge, and for a second she almost thought he was flirting with her. But then the thought drifted away as quickly as it had came, and she dismissed it. Campers didn't flirt with counselors, and even more rare: Guys didn't flirt with Parker.
"I read fiction." she retorted, wrinkling her nose at the poetry remark. "And yes. The guy thought he was being flattering." she said, in a singsong voice that implied he had been completely wrong. "He took a trip to the infirmary." she sighed, smiling at the memory. "People think the danger is reduced when they run. The idiots. Your supposed to wait and then duck."
(Lols, yay ! ^^ Mission complete. Glad you like him xD) Des gave another mock look, this time taking on 'offended' at her snort. He did it nearly better then his thoughtful expression. "Oh, Parker. The Daze-Worthy Declan never gives an inaccurate read." He had to press his lips together to keep from laughing at her surprised expression. It had been more for her comfort but, hey, if she wanted to take it that way, I'm not gonna argue. "Yeah well, fiction is like poetry. Only, ya know, more. . . . Words. And less flowery descriptions." He grinned, twigs snapping from under his black and white Osiris shoes. "Damn. Remind me never to piss you off." He paused. "Again." Des laughed.
Parker paused in front of the cabin, but she didn't walk away now that they were there. It was kind of fun talking to him. She enjoyed it was more than she should. "I'm somehow doubting your bad ass reading skills." she replied, feigning a look of disdain. "And Fiction doesn't have more words than poetry. Ever heard of the Iliad & The Odyssey? It has like 24 books." she said, recalling a random number. She'd had to read it as a class assignment as a freshman. She smiled at his last comment, honestly amused. "You didn't piss me off enough to pull what I did on him. Lets just say I have a certain sense of accuracy when it comes to anything with a sharp edge." She didn't specify that this was ninja stars, since she wasn't so bad with knives either. That wasn't the type of thing people broadcasted.
Des looked down at her, stopping in front of the cabin's doors. Suddenly, the meek possibility of sharing a room with someone become more of a hideous reality. Money was a bigger problem then it'd been when his dad had still been around and, though he was able to hide it through his appearance, his room would be a different story. He ran a hand through his hair, nervousness fluttering through his stomach. "Well, I never said I could read people. Nope, that's Daze-Worthy Declan. You're talking to Des right now." He was too distracted to realize how utterly dorky that sounded. At the mention of the books, he perked up a little. Though most people had no idea, he was a huge fan of mythology. And reading in general. It was somewhat a guilty pleasure. "Yeah, but I don't recall it ever being Stephen King "Nightmares and Dreamscapes" long." His eyebrow was risen at the challenge. He grinned at her comment about sharp objects. "That's a relief. And I couldn't cut myself out of a box. Even with directions." It was true- he'd always been crappy with sharp things. Knifes were practically a fatality in his hands.
Parker pushed away the confusion that was a result of his baffling first statement. She now had a clear view of him, and she couldn't help but frown. "Stephen King used the same reference to a twig snapping under someone's foot in everyone of his books." she said dismissively, still focused intently on his face. "And I don't exactly taken it upon myself as an extreme hobby to injure people, he just pissed me off." she added, almost in a distracted tone. Parker hadn't looked away from him, and she was almost transfixed as her hand rose of its own accord, moving to touch his face. Her fingers were dripping with water-she was subconsciously pulling it out of the air.
Des gave her a smirk. "Yeah and he somehow manages to make it work every time." He was trying not to focus on the fact that his whole money issue could be exposed at any given moment now. "The guy's a horror genius. Except Bag of Bones. That was a rather big disappointment." He laughed, black eyes sparkling. "Hmmm, so it was justified, is what you're trying to sell me? Maybe getting you mad as a first impression was not the smartest move on my part." Des froze at first, nearly flinching. It had been a long time since someone had touched him without meaning to strike him. His dark eyes flickered down to her eyes, locking gazes. Even her light touch was distracting, sending sparks across his skin.
The water shifted to Parker's fingertips, and she brushed her hand across his jawline. Parker hadn't realized what she had been doing till after it was done. She had healed the bruises on his face, but the scar had been there too long. The blank look in her eyes slowly returned with her intelligent gaze. "Oh uhm...Sorry." she said, dropping her hand to her side. Old habits die hard. "I can't really help it. You could have pushed my hand away or something. I might have jolted out of it or something." She looked away from his intense gaze, surprised he was staring at her so intently. Parker kind of zoned out when she saw someone hurt or suffering. It was a part of her elemental side she couldn't really control. If someone didn't snap her out of it or push her away, she couldn't keep the water from taking away the pain. She had sensed a pain in his chest as well, but she wasn't about to make him mega time uncomfortable.
His words floated back to her, and she thought about it for a second. "I don't particularly enjoy his books, kind of redundant. And I'm not trying to sell you anything, putting a serrated blade in the boy's back was completely justified.
He blinked and swallowed hard before her hand dropped away. Des's black eye hardened slightly, clamping down hard against any softening emotion he'd been feeling. The intensity of his gaze disapated into mist, taking on his familiar "devil may care" persona. What'd you do?" The familiar ping of pain decorating his face had faded and a confused look twisted his expression. "The ass-like border is a newbie here, remember?" He grinned before turning toward his door and pushing the door to his cabin open. He held it open for her, running his free hand through his hair again. "Stephen King is a mastermind. His books are pure golden, Miss Poetry." Des smirked. He pretended to think, teasing sparkle gleaming his eyes. "I guess the proper term would technically be called persuasion, then." His eyes widened for a second. "Jesus Christ, Parker. You're just a little scary, you know that?"
((We should probably switch to this Thread if they're going inside ;) )) Parker smirked. He was a newbie. She hadn't forgotten. She shrugged, being incredibly vague. "I'm an elemental. Water is my Affinity...healing is just one of my many charms." she looked away from his eyes. Not because she feared them, quite the contrary. His gaze was just a little to discerning.
"He's not a mastermind." she countered. Parker could argue this with him for an entire day, or more. Her resolve wouldn't be wavering. "He uses the same things in every plot. And don't even use the no-plot-are-original thing on me. That's irrelevant when it comes to him." she rolled her eyes at the poetry jab, but smiled at the scary one. "I'm a counselor. You'd be surprised at what I can do. Ever been hit by a Tsunami?"
(Lols, I shall respond as soon as I possibly can on Monday because I need to see the post I'm responding to and if I go to another tread, I can't see it. Obviously xD And I'm on my iPod so it's even more of a pain. But it will be the first thing I do when I get back ! ;])
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