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Post by Endie Ramsey on Feb 19, 2009 22:19:16 GMT
endie wasn't the kind of girl that you would see in a bathing suit. stick thin and pale do not match. but today was different. basically her whole camp existence relied on her bass guitar, but she needed a life. she had barely met anyone from the camp at all, let alone from her own team. so, this morning, she decided to reach for it and pulled out her skimpy bathing suit. okay, it wasn't skimpy to be slutty, but as i said earlier, it wasn't often you saw endie half naked. well, it was different for members of the opposite sex, but you know.
an unfortunate effect of this was she bought her last bathing suit when she was fourteen, aka, two years ago. not only had she grown a tiny bit in height (not much though), she also had bigger boobs, to be quite frank. she looked at herself in the full length mirror at her bed side and clicked her tongue. this was not very flattering at all. she always had that philosophy of 'when in doubt, pull out a ratty t-shirt!' so you can imagine how she looked. a little short kid with an oversized shirt and too tiny bottoms. sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
little miss endie forgot her shoes, and realized that only when she walked onto the pavement. "what the hell?" she screamed as she felt her feet blistering. she ran to the other side of the island to get to the pool and relieved her feet in the icy cool water. feeling much better, as you can imagine, she began to enjoy herself. she splashed random people, but was careful not to actually get into the water, because her t-shirt wasn't very water friendly.
she grabbed out her also not so water proof ipod and clicked it on. nothing to make the day better than a few good beatles songs. that was the air she breathed, and thank god it wasn't polluted.
but along with swimsuits being unusual, so was being quiet. endie realized this fact and began singing yellow submarine at the top of her lungs. this wasn't a greata thing, because her vocal skills seriously lacked, but she was having fun. she skipped around the pool, because there were very few people there. who wants to walk to get to a pool in the middle of a blazing hot day? but thanks to her shoeless predicament, she was planning on being there for a long time.
she was running at this point ...
and then she tripped into the water.
geez, this was just swell.
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Post by Andie Ruby D'Lario on Feb 20, 2009 0:03:00 GMT
Andie wanted to find something to do with herself. She hadn’t really made many friends at camp yet, she’d been far too preoccupied exploring the island and building. The practice rooms were simply amazing; Andrea really thought she could spend all day in the piano room.
Deciding she might need to meet someone, or at least start a conversation with one of her camp mates she thought it was a good idea to head down to the swimming pool.
Of course the beach was an option, but she wasn’t really a fan of the rocks lining the cliff sides, and well, her new flip flops were not going to get ruined by the sand.The fifteen year old hunted around in her small suitcase that had been shoved under her bed for her summer bikini, pink of course and a towel that would suffice for when she got out of the pool. After hesitating on whether or not she actually wanted to risk going to the swimming pool, she stuffed the pale blue towel into a shoulder bag and headed into the small en suite bathroom to put her swim suit on under her dress.
It took hardly a minute to head down to the pool area, seeing as the dormitories were only across from the leisure building. The pool side looked fairly busy, not crowded, but not empty, and Andie wrinkled her nose, as if she was nervous that they’d all be there together or something. She didn’t want to be the only Teams Blog girl out in the pool. That wouldn’t be what she wanted at all. Walking closer, her bag swinging lightly on her left shoulder, she tucked her hair behind her ears and scanned the area for a sign of anyone, anyone she might know.
She spotted a girl, long black hair and very pale, she looked friendly enough. Andie gathered she was on her own too, so she bravely walked forwards, but slowed as she heard her singing at the top of her voice. Laughing silently to herself she continued, and opened her mouth to say something to the other girl, but her speech was interrupted as she watched the shorter girl trip and fall into the pool, "Oh my..."
Looking around nervously, she ran forward herself, careful not to trip or slip, “Are you okay?” She asked, laughing slightly, but not meaning to be cruel. “Uh, crap your iPod!” She said, as she reached out her hand to help the other girl out of the pool.
ooc: Its pants, I'm sorry. But I felt like replying :]
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Post by Endie Ramsey on Feb 20, 2009 3:34:53 GMT
now engulfed with the water, endie burst out of the pool, gaspping for air. whoo, that didn't happen everyday. the first thing she saw when her eyes got back to normal was a bond looking girl looking at her. she paddled over to the side of the pool and climbed back up on the side, with the girls assistance.
are you okay?
haha, this comment was amusing for some reason. she busted out laughing and said, "well, things have been better, but honestly, i needed the dip." she checked herself for the vital signs, but ended up hacking out a load of water from her lungs. as predicted, she didn't do so hot when it came to water. plus, it didn't seem so hot anymore. and her feet were feeling much better! she looked down at her shirt, and yeah, her suit was showing, but honestly she didn't care.
"uh, crap! your ipod!"
ohmigod. her baby. endie searched frantically for her ipod, but found it in her hand, where she had left it last. before it's final croak. "it was a good ipod." she whimpered. "we need to have a proper send off." she took the ipod and threw it at the wall. trust me, if you ever need to relieve stress, that's the way to do it. her baby had a long crack through the center, and endie began sobbing. "oh ... my ... god." she said slowly. she turned to the blonde girl and pointed. "er, you ... what's your name again?" she paused for a second and said, "do you have any words to say? for this young, young ... soul?" she coughed up some more water, and then started her speech.
Yes, this was going to be in proper capital lettering. "For the past 2 years of my life, I have loved you no more than my bass guitar, but definitely more than my mother. You were the mother to my Beatles obsession. Well, not really, but you stoked that flame into something ... -sob- that no one. No one, could ever bring back. I'm gunna miss you good old Pod." She paused, for only a moment and screamed out, "YOU BITCH! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE NOW? AT A GOD FORSAKEN MUSIC CAMP?!" She calmed herself, slowly. In control of her emotions, she began noticing that there were actually people in the pool area now. She decided to blame PMS.
She then turned to the blonde girl and said, "Would you mind sharing some of your fondest memories of Pod?"
[ha, mine sucks worseee.]
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Post by Andie Ruby D'Lario on Feb 20, 2009 21:08:48 GMT
Andie plopped her canvas bag beside her feet as she helped the other girl out of the pool, or well tried to help. Flicking her fringe out of her eyes she shot the other girl a friendly smile and laughed wit her as she realised that of course, you wouldn’t be exactly super if you’d just slipped and fallen into a swimming pool. She opened her mouth to reply but then gasped slightly as her new acquaintance coughed quite violently, and closed her mouth again, forgetting her sentence.
Giggling slightly she stuffed her hands into the pocket of her dress and replied with “Well, at least you survived”, although to be honest she knew that you wouldn’t die by falling into water, unless you couldn’t swim or something, and just happened to drown by pure bad luck.
She gritted her teeth slightly as looked at the drowned iPod, she’d hated if that happened to hers. Bad luck for this new girl indeed. And, yeah, bad luck for the soaking wet iPod.
By a proper send off Andie wasn’t exactly expecting the poor mp3 player to be thrown at the wall opposite, “…now it’s officially dead” Andie announced, “Rest In Peace” She added, laughing silently, not meaning to be at all sarcastically. She blinked stupidly as the girl spoke again, “Me? I’m Andie” She said, adding a smile at the end of her rushed statement, “Oh err, well, may it go to iPod heaven?” she had no idea what to say to that question.
Blinking again Andie watched the speech, attempting to hold back her laughter, “You play bass? Coool!” She smiled, interrupting and then smacking a hand over her mouth after she had rudely interjected the memorial service. After the sudden outburst of shouting, Andie spoke up again, “Ermm, I don’t have an iPod… I have a Zen?” She said, the way she spoke making her sentence sound like a question.
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Post by Endie Ramsey on Feb 20, 2009 21:53:36 GMT
“you play bass? coool!”
end shhhed this andie girl, and kept talking. but when she was done with her soap opera, she couldn't stop talking. "why yes, i play bass. i mean, how could anyone not, it's the best instrument ever. what do you play?" this was very rushed, but now she tried wiping the tears and tried to prevent those deep gasps for air. we've all sobbed once before, so you know what i'm talking about.
wow. now that it was really over, she took a good look at her ipod. endie was suddenly sullen. i mean, this wasn't an everyday thing for her. she shouldn't have even brought her ipod to the pool. IT WAS ALL HER FAULT. -double sob- she patted it slowly, and then walked to put it in the trash can. good bye pod, restinpeace m'dear.
"me? i'm andie."
endie smiled and got really hyper. "oh really? my name is endie ... ramsey. so our names are almost, like, the same." she held out her hand, and put on a serious face. at least, as serious as she could get when she was sopping wet. wow, to a bystander she must've seemed bi-polar. she tapped her foot and crossed, her arms ... a nervous habit that she had developed while she waited for her mother at school. she was always so releived when her mom came to get her, because in the back of her mind, she was afraid of getting left.
it was always the same in her family life. when school was over, she'd come home and help with the shop ... because, whoopdeedoo, her mother owned a clothing shop. 'all the better to clothe you with dearie.' ah, it was sickening. who was she kidding? she freaking loved her mother ... it must be the ipod withdrawl. she didn't honestly think it would start this soon, although she knew it was coming.
she had forgotten that her hand was held out and said, "oh, i'm from the uk, just so you know. and i like the beatles. a shit load." it was kinda a big deal who you were friends with at this camp. no one liked you from your team if you 'fratenized with the enemy.' that was the biggest pile of bs she had ever heard in her life ... she would rather be friends with everyone, than just the select uk people, although they were the best group in the whole world.
“ermm, i don’t have an ipod… I have a zen?"
ugh, zen bugged endie like nothing else. she really didn't know how she felt about this pretty girl. she wasn't kidding about the pretty part either. she took a good look at the girl and saw all of her features, instantly jealous. andie was a good deal higher than her, and she had nice blonde hair. then again, there could have been makeup smeared in her eye, so she'd have to meet this andie again to get a real feel for who she was. "oh, are zen's better than i heard about? because if you haven't noticed, i am going to be needing a new mp3 sooner or later." she giggled, feeling euphoric. what a moody day. maybe she was pmsing...
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