Obstreperous

Age 18 Occupation Literature (freshman) Secret Runaway child I never do what I'm told.

[milliganmemories]

It took a second for her to force out a scoff. “Relax, Carolina, I was joking. No need to act like we’re eating pastries and jam on Oprah’s sofa.” Furrowing her brow as if the blonde was being ludicrous, Bradley leaned down to pick up a stick that she could poke the flames with like an eager witch waiting to start her sacrificial ritual. It was a long pause before she spoke again. “You’re not so bad yourself, I guess.” Looping a pair of boxers on the pointed end, she held the charred stick her way, waving the underwear dangerously close. “Want these as a souvenir?”

[wtfcaro-blog]

Carolina took a moment before understanding what she was going on about. Her lips curled into a small smile at the girl’s words. It’s not that she was bad, more like odd, and people didn’t always like that side of her. “I suppose there are worse than me, yeah.” She pulled a face at the boxers waved in her face. “I’d probably shove them in his face. Wonder how he’d react to all his boxers being burned down.”

[rcmses]

it wasn’t like ramses had really noticed anything peculiar with the trip, but knowing his peers, if not teenagers and young adults in general, he was sure they weren’t as calm as it seemed. what he hoped was that no one was getting hurt, and that nothing unpleasant got brought up at the trip which would lead to an uproar. at her comment, ramses couldn’t keep himself from letting out a laugh, hand coming up to scratch at one of his mosquito bites. “ ah — well, i didn’t really think of that. but i’ve always seen myself as petite and scrawny, so maybe i can. ”

[wtfcaro-blog]

Carolina usually liked to keep under the radar. Whenever someting huge was to happen, she’d prefer just sneaking away from it. She didn’t need any unwanted attention that could make people realize who she really is. “Well, if my jacket doesn’t fit, I always bring a blanket with me. And there’s always my sleeping ag you could wrap yourself in.”

[reecemalzard-deactivated2016091]

Reece couldn’t help but crack a grin at the perky young lady’s attitude. Seems like this place could use more people with spirits like hers. “I suppose you’re right. I mean, this view is incredible, and I’ve met a few people around who seem like nice folks.” Deep inside, Reece was trying to mask his own fear of “those creeps on that gossip blog.” They’d never get to him… right?

[wtfcaro-blog]

Even with the short time she had been here, she was well aware it could be stressful, and full of unecessary drama. Surely something new would pop up every week in this place. “That’s the spirit! Don’t let the dark side bring you down, just find the right people and everything will go smoothly.” There were a few people who were able to pass under the radar most of the time, those were her favorite ones.

[not-cillian]

“Actually… would you mind?” Frankie asked, her face red from how worked up she had made herself. “I can probably do it, it’s just.. my patience isn’t too good today.” 

[wtfcaro-blog]

“No worries. It’ll be done in an instant, just watch.” She replied with a smile before starting to work on the tent. “I don’t know what’s happened to ruin down your patience, but if you need to talk, I’m here.”

[milliganmemories]

“Yeah, the messy grey hair is a hard one to pull off. Personally, I think I could make it work.” Rooting in her jacket, she furrowed her eyebrows slightly when she realised it was one of Max’s. Silence ensued as she fumbled with her cigarette, blowing smoke up at the sky with such fervour it was like she was trying to set the leaves on fire. “I like the garbage bin look. It’s my aesthetic next to people taking big steaming shits on me on a regular basis. Hashtag love, hashtag life.”

[wtfcaro-blog]

“Maybe you can try it. Just like, one day, to see how it looks.” Carolina would just wait until her hair was naturally grey to try that style. She had plenty of other things she wanted to try before that. The girl’s words brought a frown on her features, and she couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her. “I don’t know you, but I think you can be good company. I‘d never do anything to hurt you.”

[wtfcaro-blog]

[willleftnosehair]

When you see the person you hate in your neighborhood..

[reecemalzard-deactivated2016091]

‘I should have done more research on this place before I came here,’ Reece thought to himself as he took a seat on a dock overlooking the lake. He had to admit that the view was breathtaking, but this new social environment had his mind on edge since he first arrived in New York the day before the bus left for the camping trip. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have even come on this bloody trip.’ He was a stranger amongst this crowd, and everyone seemed to be murmuring of recent events (which he was clueless of, leaving him feeling very in-the-dark.) This was going to be an interesting week. No, an interesting school year… 

[wtfcaro-blog]

“I think this place makes for an interesting life. Despite all the odd events happening around. And those creeps on that gossip blog.” That last part was actually quite scaring her. If they were to post too much about her, she’d draw attention, and one knows what could happen then? People could find her out and that’d be horrible. “Come cheer up! Don’t you think this is an amazing week?” She had a grin sticked to her lips, which clearly wasn’t unusual for her. She’d always find the best in any situation.

[rcmses]

while ramses truly tried to enjoy the outdoors, especially now that he had been looking forward to the trip, the cold weather (at least to him) was enough to dampen his spirits ever so slightly. the professor had lost count over the amout of clothes they were wearing, and quite frankly, the wind was still making its way under his skin. “ i really don’t want to bother. but you don’t happen to have an extra jacket ?? ”

[wtfcaro-blog]

Carolina as enjoying the trip lately. Nothing really bad had happened, or at least nothing she had heard of. As it was getting darker and colder, she found her way back to where she was staying for the night to grab a jacket, before heading back outside. She was just standing there, watching everyone around when she spotted the man. “Do you really think one of my jackets would fit you, professor?”

[milliganmemories]

Attention snagged away from the obedient flames, her eyes latched onto Carolina’s unruly mane as she toyed with her lighter. “Yeah, you do have a bit of a mad scientist thing going on. It’s fine, though. Einstein rocked it.” Instead of torching the next item, she propped the ‘Geology rocks!’ cap backwards over her messy curls. “This guy has such a hot wardrobe. He puts mine to shame.”

[wtfcaro-blog]

Her gaze looked up from the flame to lock with Bradley’s. “Thanks. I think I fit that look pretty well. Maybe not the messy gray hair though.” She said, a small smile appearing on her lips before her head turned back towards the flame. The giggle escaped her lips before she could do anything. This guy makes me look like a garbage bin when I’m next to him.”

[milliganmemories]

Sparking her lighter, Bradley set flame to the corner of the sweater in hand and dropped it into a muddy mess on the woodland floor. “Feel free to pitch in. For every time this guy tried to grab my ass I’m burning his shit.” She paused to dust a fleck of dirt from the folds of her oversized ‘River Donovan ate this ass’ t-shirt. “So far I’m on four.”

[wtfcaro-blog]

She didn't know the boy that much, but one thing was for sure: Carolina had a very good vibe about him. She was still wondering how someone could bluntly say to a stranger that everyone loves them. It just didn't work in her mind. "He's a very weird boy. That's a lot coming from me I guess." She said, her eyes stuck on the flame. She wasn't yet to the point of burning his stuff.

[not-cillian]

“I’m so terrible at this. I’m even more terrible at sleeping alone in a tent that I can’t even fucking build,” Frankie pressed her hands to her face and sighed. “I’m really good at stressing myself out and complaining, though!” The girl kicked her tent out of frustration, causing it to collapse. Not that it was built in the first place.

[wtfcaro-blog]

Carolina was, as per usual, not minding her own business. In her search around the place for someone who'd actually be nice enough to let her help, she spotted Frankie and her unbuilt tent. "Do you need help with that? I went camping so many times I could built a tent with my eyes closed." She grinned as she reached the girl.

[delaurentis-blog1]

Giovanni shook his head. “It’s too much to deal with that I already don’t want to deal with. If it’s not mandatory, I usually don’t do it.” He shrugs, not really understanding why people didn’t seem to get why he didn’t like these things. After the looming thought of someone dying at the hands of a serial killer, he just grew incredibly uncomfortable in large crowds. There was too much yelling, too much bumping and pushing when it was over crowded. The carnival, and especially the tent, had been a sensory overload he didn’t care to experience again. “Anyway, aside from the camping trip, what are your plans for the week?”

[wtfcaro-blog]

That kind of made sense to her, not that it’d change her mind about the trip. “I guess if it’s not mandatory, than yeah, no one can force you. I just find it a good way to meet new people, but that’s probably because I love meeting ne people.” She replied before frowning slightly. She didn’t have any back up plans if the camping trip was cancelled, she never had back up plans, or even just plans. “I don’t know. I like to just live day by day and decide what to do when I wake up.”

[killianrowleymems-blog]

“Way too many,” he agrees, rubbing his eyes. “It’s fine, I just moved too fast. I really can’t feel much past the morphine,” he says, sighing some and relaxing against the bed all the same. It had been the most he’d really rested in weeks, how depressing. “Thanks, though, um….” He furrowed his brows, trying to remember if she’d told him her name or not. “What was your name?”

[wtfcaro-blog]

“At least there’s that. Not that not feeling anything sounds very amusing, but it’d be a lot worse if you felt all this.” This being all the burns her had. Leaning back in her chair, she gave him a smile. She was quite used to people asking her name, that’s what usually happened when you were new, right? “Carolina, but just Caro is fine.”

[caspiancalloway-blog]

“Oh yeah! I’ve heard a lot of good things about it. Had a friend who told me she was walking around in New York and everyone was asking her what team she was on. Much to my delight she said Valor.” 

[wtfcaro-blog]

“See, that’s the thing I don’t understand. What’s the big fuss with all the teams? It’s still just a game, I’d still be friends with people on different teams than me. But perhaps I’d understand it better if I actually played it.”

[kissansley-blog]

Ansley moved to set her crutches aside and pointed over to the couch. “You’re welcome to sit down, I’m just gonna go into the kitchen real quick.” She flashed a quick smile before using the wall to make her way over to the kitchen, grabbing the plate of cupcakes that she had on the counter. Ansley had been dying for something sweet. Back in the main room, Ansley moved over to the couch and set the plate down. “So are you an art major or do you just draw during your free time?”

[wtfcaro-blog]

She was a little worried to let her do al this, considering the crutches, but probably she wanted to do it. Caro knew tha if she was in her situation, she wouldn’t want anyone to help her. “If you need help with anything, I can help you.” She said when the other girl came back. Her eyes sticked on the cupcakes before shifting back to Ansley. “Oh no, I’m in Literature. I mostly just draw in classes.”

[whispershqs]

“i know that. everyone should know that but we’re not all brought up the same.” he exhaled, lifting a hand to run through his hair. over the last year, suffering was all he knew. “look, no offense but i’ve had therapists tell me the same thing and it’s not going to change.”

[wtfcaro-blog]

“Sometimes I’d want to smack some sense in them, but I don’t think that would even work.” Letting out a small sigh, she pushed herself up on her feet. “None taken, I don’t get offended that easily. But since it appears you wish so much to not be helped, I’ll just leave you alone, ut if you ever need to talk, ring me or whatever way you’d prefer.”