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@counselorjane
So I had a really good time roleplaying with all of you this summer, but I’m going to start concentrating on my other blogs. I rp as Victoria Hand and I’m developing a Bobbi Morse rp. If you want to interact with me there, feel free to approach me on those accounts!
So I had a really good time roleplaying with all of you this summer, but I'm going to start concentrating on my other blogs. I rp as Victoria Hand and I'm developing a Bobbi Morse rp. If you want to interact with me there, feel free to approach me on those accounts!
"Jane!" A bellowing voice cut through her thoughts and suddenly she was scooped into a pair of solid arms. When she looked over her shoulder she was met with Thor's familiar grin. "It's been too long!"
Jane couldn’t help but gasp when Thor hugged her—in part because he’d surprised her, but also because he was squeezing the breath out of her. “Thor!” she said. She didn’t want to be flustered, but his hug had scrambled her brains a little. “You, uh—you look great.” It wasn’t what she’d meant to say, but it was out.
Thor didn’t seem to mind her embarrassing slip up. He set her down carefully on the ground, releasing her from his bone crushing grip. Despite its accidental nature, her comment was quite correct. Thor had grown even more muscular since last summer, a fact his slightly-too-small t-shirt accented nicely.
”You look just as great!” He said cheerfully, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
Jane let out a nervous laugh. Thor couldn't really mean that, could he? Not in the way she hoped, at least. "Thanks," she said, trying to play it cool. She shoved her hands into her back pockets. "So... how have you been?"
Maria leaned back, letting out a soft sigh as she looked up that the stars. She knew some of them-she’d taken an intro to astronomy class her freshman year of college- but her knowledge was nowhere near Jane’s level.
"I feel that way sometimes, too," she said. "Rules are something I’ve always played by…that’s just how I do things. But sometimes that’s okay. You’re a really cool person, Jane. I hope you know that."
"Cool?" Jane laughed. Sure, she had plenty of friends and most of the people at her school liked her, but she was hardly cool. "Well, thanks for saying that, even if there's no way that's true."
Maria, though--she was pretty cool. Jane had always looked up to her. "I bet you've done a lot more interesting stuff than me," she said. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"
mostly nature
"Jane!" A bellowing voice cut through her thoughts and suddenly she was scooped into a pair of solid arms. When she looked over her shoulder she was met with Thor's familiar grin. "It's been too long!"
Jane couldn't help but gasp when Thor hugged her--in part because he'd surprised her, but also because he was squeezing the breath out of her. "Thor!" she said. She didn't want to be flustered, but his hug had scrambled her brains a little. "You, uh--you look great." It wasn't what she'd meant to say, but it was out.
Jane looked up at the dark, clear night sky and let out a little sigh. Absently, she named the constellations in her head, until her thoughts carried her away from the stars.
"Sometimes I wonder how much I've missed out on," she said, quietly. "I've always followed the rules, always done what's expected of me. I just--I never really take risks, you know?"
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Peter grinned, tucked the smudged garment away.
"Hey, Jane"—he stood up and nearly towered her, she still felt petite, and delicate in his arms—"School was good. But it can’t get better than camp!"
He broke the embrace abruptly. The discomfort was loud in its seat.
… It’s not that they don’t talk a lot in camp. She, Counselor Jane, was older and just clustered by people who could give more conversations than Peter could offer. After all, he could only chatter about the counseling and its gist—maybe a bit of science but that was as far as he managed to connect about.
Maybe his luck would finally take a different direction!
The boy cleared his throat, smiling. “How was your year at California?”
"It was pretty good," Jane said, shoving her hands in her pockets. "I've been working on getting into college and taking tests and doing school stuff on top of that." She was a little sick of talking about getting ready for college, but it was ruling her life right now.
Away at camp, she could almost forget about college. Here, it was just about the outdoors, the kids, and the stars.
"So what kept you? We were all waiting for you."
It was a perfect day for sketching out by the lake, so Steve had decided to do just that. His shirt was also doing that thing where it felt too tight and he just needed to take it off, so he did, donning a pair of swim trunks. Who knows?, he thought. It was warm enough, he just might take a dip.
When he made it to the lake shore, he saw Jane stretched out and relaxed, and felt almost guilty for interrupting that when she sat up.
"Hey," he greeted her with a bashful smile. "Sorry if I disturbed you at all."
Steve sat down a few yards away, taking his sketchbook and pencils out of his bag. Maybe he would draw the view across the water.
"Not at all," Jane said, giving him a reassuring smile. She hadn't come out to be alone, so she didn't mind Steve being there.
She watched him sit down with his sketchbook. She'd seen him with it a few times before, and she sometimes wondered what it was he was drawing. Just landscapes? She'd never asked, not wanting to bother him.
She sat for a few moments before she got up and moved a little closer to him. "Can I ask what you're drawing?"
Sif gathered up the ripped pillows and set them on the bed before glancing over at Jane. “Do you want me to go get a broom for this glass or just use one of the pillowcases?” She asked, looking around the room thoughtfully as she tried to come up with a plan of attack for cleaning.
"Broom would be best, I think," Jane said, frowning. "If an animal got in, you don't think it could still be in here, right?" She glanced around. There were a few places an small animal could hide, and while she enjoyed nature, she didn't enjoy the thought of having to deal with a wild creature.
"Okay, seriously, I have no idea where I left my shoes."
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Peter’s luck went straight to the unluckiest.
He grumbled of how he needed to scrape the gross chewed gum from his sneakers, and how he was kicked in the shins by a monster, and the chain of unfortunate events.
But he managed to unpack his clothes, his necessities, and left his old bunk rumpled. Strangely, he didn’t see any of his fellow campers—even the cabin was empty. Peter knew he was late for a week, but come on, they can’t just leave him behind which is another stroke of bad luck.
He shuddered. If earlier morning was horrible, the afternoon escalated.
A lump formed in his throat. Peter turned fifteen and he’ll be sixteen at early August, and no doubt the rigorous training of becoming a counselor will crack his spine—and his mind. It wasn’t something to panic about during his school days but since he arrived, it was punching his stomach.
Peter picked up his used shirt and crinkled his nose.
"Aw, come on," he groaned. The rickety bus from a while ago left dark smudges on his jacket. Why does today have to be so mean?
The door moaned. It swung abruptly.
Peter snapped his head over his shoulder, gawking, but quickly greeted, “Oh, hey. Haven’t seen you a while!”
"Sorry, I probably should have knocked," Jane said, but she stepped into the room anyway. Peter didn't seem to be doing anything private.
She looked Peter over quickly. He'd always been tall--much taller than Jane, but she was kind of short--and it looked like he'd grown since last summer.
She'd hugged all the others when she'd greeted them, but she hesitated before crossing the room and holding her arms open to hug him.
"It's good to see you!" she said, smiling. "How was the school year?"
"Yeah I know you won’t. But the thing is… I do want to talk about it. I want to just go out and tell everyone about how great of a boyfriend Steve is and how much I adore him and he’s just-“
"He’s great, Jane."
Jane couldn't help but smile. "That's--really sweet, James," she said.
"I'm glad you're happy."
It was a lovely, warm day out, and for once, Jane had some time to herself. She'd considered forcing herself to stay inside and study for the SAT subject tests she had to take in the fall, but just this once, she was going to give herself a break. She lay down at the edge of the lake, ready to take in some sun, when a shadow fell across her.
She sat up, covering her eyes so she could see the person standing over her. "Oh, hey," she said.
"She sounds amazing," Sif said kindly. "I’m sure she’d be proud of you now that you’re so into space and everything. I mean, you know more about stars than anyone I know." She glanced down at the picture in Jane’s hands. "At least you always have the memories with you, and those won’t ever get ruined."
"You're right," Jane said, giving her friend a small smile. She stood up and pulled open one of the dresser drawers, tucking the remains of the picture in the drawer. She looked around, putting her hands on her hips. "Well, I guess we should try to get this place cleaned up, don't you think?"
A heavy sigh slipped from the boy’s lips and he groaned at himself. ”Alright, alright, yeah, I am. He’s… he’s great Jane. Just… amazing.”
"Uh… I’m assuming you want details? Or we could more than gladly talk about something else if you want. Galaxies, nebulae, black holes, dwarf planets…"
Jane laughed a little. "I mean, if you don't want to talk about it..." She shrugged.
"But you know I won't judge you or anything, right?" she said.
