daunting

vance & juno. oregonhq

[emblckrys-blog]

easily bored? now that was an understatement, luciana sat with hair twirled around her finger, and a pink  bubble of gum between her lips. the female sat up as the gum deflated, letting out a sigh. “you know what this place needs? good old fashioned games, i’m talking truth or dare, -spin the bottle..”  she smirked, “tell me, you’re down.”  she insisted, looking at the other.

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“um,” vance shrugged with a soft chuckle. “i guess truth or dare wouldn’t hurt. the dare part kind of makes me nervous though. especially since i, uh, don’t really know you.”

[ofdanny]

   the mug that her fingers once held slammed onto the counter with a thud, coffee droplets sloshing over the sides of the cup. “breathe, girl, breathe…” did she not ask for a hot, caramel coffee with three creams and two sugars? first they up-ed the price on the coffee even though just yesterday it was four bucks ( now five ) but they also messed up her coffee order for the third time. no, this would not do. “uh, excuse me?” she cleared her throat one good time. maybe this waitress was hard of hearing. maybe she needed to speak louder. “this coffee isn’t right— again. it taste horrible and frankly i don’t want it anymore. i would like a refund.” her arms crossed her chest almost pridefully. if looks could kill this waitress would have died five minutes ago. she knew she shouldn’t have come to this town. she needed to be home, with her father. not in some ditch place in oregon. “ma’am, i can’t—” the brunettes brows shot up, silencing the other before they could continue. “can’t what? i think i deserve this refund.” damn straight she was going to get this refund even if it was the last thing she ever did. her petite frame twisted in her seat giving the stranger seated behind her a pointed look. “you think i deserve this refund, right? i mean,” she shrugged. “it only seems fair, am i wrong?” her gaze shifted between the waitress and the stranger impatiently. “well?”

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      juno had been doing her very best at ignoring the argument going on beside her between a coffee-freak and a poor barista. so the last thing she wanted was to be dragged into it. she looked up from her untouched coffee with raised eyebrows. she eyed the two, back and forth, before gently sliding her coffee over to the girl. “have mine,” she sighed in a slightly annoyed fashion, “lost my appetite from your complaining. enjoy.”

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dreamatic:

   “answer three: the sweet pollen-infiltrated air. obviously.” he wanted to ditch the conversation altogether. this was a waste of time, and she obviously was only going to pry deeper. if he left now, though, it would come across extremely suspicious and he only just got here. no need to raise any brows yet. “no, obviously not that. it’s mainly to clear my head. get away from all the noise back home. with the divorce and all.” divorce and all. thank god he was a decent liar otherwise he would’ve cracked a smile by now. the bullshit he was spewing was shocking even him. but if he was completely honest with himself, he knew he wasn’t fooling her… this nosy girl. at this point he had to make a choice… keep up the lie or confront her. the smart choice would be to keep up his weak ass lie. “look,” he halted his pace only to turn on the balls of his feet to look down on her. “you’re not stupid and we both know that. what do you know or what are you trying to learn?” guess we’re taking the dumb choice.

      “mhm,” juno nodded slow again. this was a little amusing since she knew this wasn’t some divorce sob story he was trying to get away from. she knew. and, from the looks of it, he knew, too. she stopped suddenly in her tracks and met his eyes. he towered over her like the boys back in high school, back in middle school. but he had a different presence about him and she wanted to know what made him tick like that. she wanted to tick like that.        “you’re more than correct,” she hummed soft, “because i’ve heard about you. and i knew which cabin you’d be in. i don’t know everything, but i know enough. trust me, i don’t want to know everything. i just needed to know enough. the girls around camp wouldn’t stop flittering on about how strong you are, how handsome, blahblahblah.” juno had been mimicking the girls voices in a high-pitched, dazed fashion before dropping it just as easily as it had come. “i know you’re not all you seem, but i don’t care.” she took a step towards the boy, not one muscle in her expression changing. “i just want you to teach me. teach me how to fight like you. i want to be able to defend myself.”

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dreamatic:

   a snort escaped from him followed by a thick laugh. it wasn’t that bad was it? the best in its industry without a doubt. but, maybe offering it to a rum-and-coke guy wasn’t the smartest idea. definitely the funnier scenario between letting him drink it rather than having him not. “guess i forgot that it had some kick. hopefully t’ll get some hair on that chest for ya” his hand slapped down on the others back playfully. “i’ll take that for ya.” dragging the cup to his lips, daniel finished it in two swallows. his heart would break if he wasted something as prized as this. “daniel, by the way. i’m daniel.” he murmured, eyeing the now empty glass.

vance laughed through a cough. laughing at himself- it wasn’t so bad. it actually felt good. it tasted much better than that drink at least. “it’s fine,” he waved the stranger off only to double over the counter from the slap. the dude was a dude, unlike vance. the kind boy wiped his bottom lip with the back of hand and gave a small smile to the boy. “cool,” he nodded, “i’m vance. you always drink that hard of stuff, daniel?”

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perfectlys:

“oh, i don’t actually expect you to help.” mason assured the girl with a soft chuckle before shoving his hands in his pockets. “but if you’re feeling up to it i would enjoy the company,” he explained with a hopeful grin. as he walked over to her. “besides, you look like you have a good eye. i’m sure you could point out the best firewood for me to grab.”

juno blinked at him. shrugged. “what the hell,” she mumbled before starting off towards the trail into the woods. “is there supposed to be a bonfire tonight or something?” she asked over her shoulder. she seemed to always be talking over her shoulder.

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retrokissc:

the day had already started out terribly, no, scratch that–shittily. the last thing olly needed right now was one more thing on her mind, she already had like three things on her mind and even that was two things too many. she sighed, hoping to distract herself with some music and try to learn her new choreography by that night. and then there was a disruption, a lanky and quite pale boy kind of disruption. olly ripped out an earbud, the other still blasting miley cyrus at an un-godly volume, before barking out, “what?” he was speaking so fast olly couldn’t keep up. she held up a finger to the boy’s lips. “shush, shush, shush. start over, motor-mouth.”

vance’s breathing suddenly stopped as the girl’s forefinger came in contact to his lips. he glanced down at her hand and waited for her to remove it before exhaling. “sorry,” he pushed some hair from his eyes. “just- looking for the on-site store.”

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perfectlys:

“i must be kind of lame for still living with my parents, huh?” the female asked with an embarrassed blush before nodding at his words. “oh yeah! do you want to join?”

“not at all,” vance furrowed his brow, “it’s actually quite endearing. and smart. i envy you a little.” he forced a smile to cover up his true feelings. he wish he was in her shoes. he quickly shook the thought and chuckled down at the clear water. “is it- is it cold?”

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poisonedivy:

ivy didn’t expect his response to sound so… poetic. but she understood it completely. “i know exactly what you mean and i totally agree.” she looked up at the sky and shook her head. “it’s like a puzzle and there’s just one piece missing, and the only one you have doesn’t fit. like something was lost along the way.”

“mm,” vance nodded soft as his eyes followed ivy’s up to the sky. he stared there for a moment with her. “i don’t remember you being a writer, ivy,” he smirked small. “you sure sound like one at least.”

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perfectlys:

mason smiled as he saw a familiar face walking out of their cabin. “hey!” he yelled, trying to get their attention as he waved his hand. “i was just going to get some wood for the campfire.” he explained as he pointed to the forest. “wanna join me? i could use some muscles.” he teased, as he waited at the bottom of the steps.

      juno turned at the shout of an unfamiliar voice. she quirked a brow at the lad and squinted her eyes, trying to make out the face. some muscles. she looked down at her tank of air beside her. humorous. he must have not seen it her equipment this far away. she didn’t blame him though, her case wasn’t as bad as most people. she just needed the extra air today until she could get used to the pollen-infiltrated air out here.       the girl trudged over to the guy, her tank rocking and rolling over the grassy hill. the closer she got, the more she realized he wasn’t looking familiar. “sorry to disappoint but i’m probably not gonna be much help,” juno looked down at her tank, “i can be amusing company if you want that, though. and hold a few twigs in this hand...” 

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poisonedivy:

ivy walked beside the male and tucked her phone away into her back pocket. “how are you liking being back?” she turned her head to face him for a few seconds. “it seems the same, but feels so different. to me, at least.”

“it’s... interesting,” vance smiled small at her from the corner of his eye. “it’s nice and all but it feels a little weird. everything feels so familiar but so far away. like a word on the tip of your tongue that you just can’t get out or grasp.”

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dreamatic:

   he could honestly laugh out loud. “no, no, no you need a man’s drink. something that’ll actually get your head where you want it to go.” this could potentially be a bad idea if this kid’s tolerance can only handle a rum and coke, but… danny’s curiosity was already running wild. there was no turning back now. “hit me again.” he murmured at the bartender. “lagavulin sixteen… the best whiskey you’ll ever out in your mouth.” his fingers slid the partially filled cup over to the stranger, his eyes wide with humor. “take a whack at it.”

      “what is a-” but before vance could protest or ask anymore questions, this stranger had just bought him a drink. and the half-filled glass was practically taunting him. if he refused, he would waste the drink. and look like a loser the first night he got here. but if he accepted, he’d have no idea how he’d react, especially with the alcohol he’s downed already in his system. vance wet his lips and eyed the boy and the drink, repeatedly for a few moments, before quickly tacking a swig. and it was just as horrific as he imagined. “for fuck’s sake!” he hissed. “why?”

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dreamatic:

   his brows shot up, taken back by the others words. wow, just right out of the box, huh? no manipulative way to to draw the information she wanted out of him, just a blunt ass question. well, okay then. if she wants to play it that way, then game on. taking wide steps his feet caught up to the petite girl with ease. “well, aren’t you a nosy little thing.” he scoffed. “and if you must know their divorce papers.” his voice didn’t waver. “but, it’s a good divorce. if those ever exist.” he shrugged taking in the woodsy surroundings. maybe that’ll shake her off for now. “satisfied?” his eyes met hers holding them for a minute too long. she needed to back off considering she didn’t know hat kind of mess she would be involving herself in. and if she didn’t so it herself, todd sure as hell would.

      just like that his attitude changed. from kind to stern. he was obviously dealing with something up his ass. not that juno truly cared, it was just entertaining to pry things with this dude. “okay,” she ignored his comment, “bringing them to a camp is a little strange. and good divorce isn’t something i’ve ever heard of. but okay.” she sounded like she wasn’t buying it, and that was true. juno ignored his question next, only stared back at him as they walked slowly. he was trying to intimidate her. this guy didn’t seem like the type to hurt a small girl. but she didn’t know him. and her cystic fibrosis was being awfully quiet at the moment to prove to this dude she was, in fact, terminally ill. and that’d be some fucked up shit to intimidate or hurt the sick, sob-story she was.       “why are you here?” she finally asked after their mini stare-off. “for the nostalgia? the views? the sweet pollen-infiltrated air? if you tell me your reason, i’ll share mine honestly. if you give a damn.”

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ninasotos:

“just san diego state, nothing special.” nina answered with a small giggle. “i live at home with my parents so i really don’t even get the full college experience. i just kind of go to class and leave.” not that she would ever complain. she couldn’t. “but it’s good. i like it. i’m almost done.”

“yeah, commuting isn’t that bad. i did back at home, too. but i wasn’t living with my parents back in brooklyn.” vance nodded slow and began to chew on his lip like he usually did when thinking. “well,” he sighed through his nose, “are you gonna swim after all?”

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ninasotos:

“well, not here. but medford.” she explained with a light giggle before her eyes widened at his words. “no way? that’s so cool! i’ve always wanted to go to new york. i almost went to college there but my parents said it was too far from them so i just go to school in san diego.”

      “oh.. OH !” vance nodded slow. “fuck. sorry.” he chuckled at her laugh, thanking her silently for not finding him to be a weird idiot and running off to tell the whole camp what a slow dork he was (yeah, vance is rough on himself...). “that’s cool, but, hey, san diego is pretty sweet, too. what college?”

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dreamatic:

   “H?” his lower lip jutted out slightly, shaking his head. “no, this is K.” the girl was petite, doe-eyed, with a frizzball for a head. hardly threatening. nonetheless, he zipped his bag shut gripping the strap. it’s safer on him than out in the open. “i was just heading out. i can show you where H is, if you’d like?” he shrugged the backpack onto his shoulders. this one he had to watch. her eyes were… for lack of a better term, catching everything in sight. and she was good at hiding. he needed to get a grip on the situation, and quickly. “i really don’t mind. i’ve been wanting to get a gauge on the place for a bit now so having some company would be nice, yeah?”

“does that mean i missed it by three cabins?” juno asked, looking around the room instead of at the boy who she was obviously less interested in. at his kind offer, her big eyes locked back onto his. she showed no emotion than she did when she first entered. “okay,” she frowned small, “company is company. so what were those papers?” juno had already turned around and rolled her one suitcase out the door and down the hall. her question carried over her shoulder just as carelessly as she had said it. she always let her curiosity get to her (and she was not ashamed of it). besides... this guy was hiding something. from her years and years and years of watching people-- well, you pick up a thing or two on body language and human nature. he was keeping something and she loved to know things that weren’t her business.

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dreamatic:

   sure he could’ve been a bit kinder to the people of the public but what was the use? they were all going to judge him based solely off of his appearance, regardless of his poor word choice. he grumbled incoherently before catching a glance at the male next to him, catching their cheeks flush partially. well, fuck. either this man was soft or daniel really was just being a dick. should he apologize? the brunette cleared his throat once. “uh,” damn, he didn’t think this through. “you don’t want something a bit harder to drink, dude?” that sounded… weird. just get to the point, hartley. “go for a whiskey?”

      “huh?” vance was surprised to find the guy talking to him. and not in a way that makes vance want to run out of the bar. “well,” his muscles loosened with a sigh, “i’ve never really tried whiskey. rum and coke... it’s my baby.” as soon as he said that, the bartender placed the drink before him. the blonde gave a warm smile to the man whilst raising the glass towards the stranger beside him.