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@wyattseveride
sophie–lee:
“Sounds like fun.” Sophie giggled. “I must admit, I wouldn’t want my head chopped off either, if I were you.” She paused for a second, “Heading back up to the cabins?”
Wyatt nodded in reply to Sophie’s question, reaching his hand up and rubbing his chin. “Yeah, I was headin’ back that way,” He explained. “--Were you finishin’ up here too?”
unicornavery:
“Please I may not rise in the fighting part but brains is where I succeed,” she replies sticking her tongue out at her brother. She takes the knife from Wyatt, twirling it in her hand. “Okay, but don’t be surprised when I get like one centimeter off, again.”
Wyatt chuckled too as he saw Avery stick her tongue out at him, shaking his head at her antics. He watched the spinning of her knife, but looked back up when he spoke. “Hey now, I know I’m not the best at throwin’ knives but I’m tryin’ to help you out here,” He said, before ushering Avery back into the position to throw again. He tried to remember anything about technique that could help Avery reach her goal of hitting the bulls-eye.“--If you’re still a centimeter off again, I can see if Rae could lend a few tips. She’s good with knives,” He offered, before looking down at the now distanced target. “...Before you throw this time, try and imagine the tip of your blade piercin’ the center of that bulls-eye. You need to believe you’re going to hit your mark before you even throw. Steady your breathing, and don’t be afraid to take your time before you throw.”
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unicornavery:
“Practice gives you a less of a risk of getting injured,” she replies. “Gets you prepared for anything.” Avery had no intentions of getting hurt again. She didn’t usually like it but she knew it meant safety and she had to do it.
“See...” Wyatt began, with a smile on his face. “I knew you had some brains in that little blonde head of yours,” He responded, reaching out with his free hand to playfully rough up the side of her hair. Not having any siblings on his mother’s side, he’d always felt protective of Avery. Even more so now with all that Cabin Five had been through. “...Will you throw it again though for me?” He asked, the hilt of Avery’s blade still in his palm. “Just one more time, then I’ll let you have the rest of the day. Free of me naggin’ on you about trainin’.”
aubennett:
“You don’t. I guess you just have to trust me,” she joked. “Want a pickle?”
“No way,” Wyatt responded, with a shake of his head. “--Pickles are gross, in my book. I don’t know how you’re just sittin’ there eatin’ them out of the jar like that.”
brentvale:
Brent liked running because it allowed him to leave everything behind. All he needed to focus on was whatever was directly in front of him; the rest became noise and noise and noise. The sun wasn’t even an hour risen, and camp was starting to wake. The smell of breakfast wafted from the dining hall. After taking a lap around the border— as was his custom— Brent headed back to the cabins. He saw someone else nearby and slowed to a jog, stopping a few feet from them. “Morning,” he greeted breathlessly, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Wyatt had woken up earlier than he’d wanted and couldn’t get back to sleep. Feeling restless as he tossed and turned was something that he’d unfortunately gotten used to. He finally pulled himself from his own bed. Recently, his nights were more equally balanced between staying the night in his own cabin and staying the night at Cabin Four. Wyatt quickly dressed himself in whatever he had at the ready. He quietly closed his door behind him and made his way out of the cabin, hoping to get a head-start on his day. Starting with breakfast. He only made it a few steps though before Brent caught his attention. “Hey, mornin’,” He greeted back, turning to look at him. “--Sup? Just get done with a run?” Wyatt asked. “You should’ve knocked or somethin’, I would have joined you.”
aubennett:
“If you’re here to raid the fridge, don’t bother. I already checked and there’s nothing.”
“How do I know that you don’t just want to keep all the good stuff to yourself?” Wyatt asked, raising his brows.
sophie–lee:
“Um, almost chopping their heads off, ‘almost’ being the key word. And yes, I have sparred with other people, I’m actually okay in a fight if you’d believe.” Sophie laughs, “What are you doing way out here, anyway, Wyatt?”
“I’m just finishin’ up some training of my own. So, the usual for me,” Wyatt responded, with a contagious smile that he’d caught from Sophie. “--I’d say we should spar together some time, but I don’t want to lose my head. I don’t even want to almost lose it,” He chuckled. “I’ve got too many people I’ve got to look out for.”
unicornavery:
“It’s just always been like that, I can’t seem to get it right on.”
“Well, you’re pretty damn close,” Wyatt responded. “But there’s nothing like practice. Not a lot of people take that seriously enough,” He added, still holding out Avery’s knife for her to take. “--But, you’re not one of those people, are you?”
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Avery is in the arena up in the target room. She’s throwing knives at the target. She walks up to the target, looking at the bullseye and the knives just a centimeter off. “Why are you a centimeter off?!” she screams jokingly at it.
"Hey punk, don’t sweat it,” Wyatt said, with the same amount of humor in his tone as he walked up to the target as well. He viewed the small distance the weapon was from the bullseye. “--You’ll get it eventually. Just try again.” He added, pulling one of Avery’s knives free and offering it over to her.
Sophie was out in the yard training with her sword. She focused in on her movement, completely ignoring the world around her. Then she swung the sword around and narrowly missed the throat of another camper she hadn’t noticed standing behind her. “Gods, I’m so sorry!” She gasps, “Are you okay?”
After watching Sophie almost behead another camper, Wyatt’s attention is caught and begins his short walk over to the daughter of Athena. As the other kid runs off, Wyatt takes a spot nearby. “Those look like some wicked sword skills,” He commented, looking at the weapon in Sophie’s hands. “--You ever actually spar with anybody, or just stick to almost choppin’ their heads off?” He asked, with a joking expression on his face.
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[TEXT]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up. || [TEXT]: Do you want to bet on that? || [TEXT]: I call bullshit. [Kerri]
[TEXT]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.
Wyatt doesn’t text back.
[TEXT]: Do you want to bet on that?
[TEXT]: You realize who your texting right?[TEXT]: I rarely lose
[TEXT]: I call bullshit.
[TEXT]: I call bullshit on ur bullshit lol[TEXT]: Get ready to be proved wrong
[TEXT]: I miss you so much, you have no idea.|| [TEXT]: So I might be in a hospital right now. || [TEXT]: Do you want to bet on that? || “I can’t believe you!” || “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” [Avery]
[TEXT]: I miss you so much, you have no idea.
[TEXT]: I miss the hot tubs, a lot.
[TEXT]: So I might be in a hospital right now.
[TEXT]: WTH ??? Where? What did u hurt now?[TEXT]: R U ok?[TEXT]: I’m telling Brent.
[TEXT]: Do you want to bet on that?
[TEXT]: Hell yah[TEXT]: I’ll bet you ½ of your skittle stash[TEXT]: #GoBig or #GoHome
“I might have had a few shots.” “Are you sure this is legal?”
“I might have had a few shots.”
“What, dude, what the hell? You started drinking without me?” The corners of Wyatt’s lips pulled up into an amused smile as he took a spot next to Hazel. He’d just arrived and the party was busy murmuring around them. “It’s not my fault we took forever, that one over there had to make sure she looked just right–” He motioned with his head over at his girlfriend, Rae McCray, who had already started mingling despite just arriving at the same time as him. “How dare you,” He mused. “Now, you’ve got to go get me a drink so I can catch up.”
“Are you sure this is legal?”
“I’m actually pretty sure that it’s not legal in this state, but, what the hell, right?” Wyatt shrugged, exhaling a light chuckle, not looking up from his hands that were busy rolling a joint. “Don’t tell me, Haze, you’ve never smoked before…” He raised his brows as he finished the end with a twist. “–You want to try?” He asked, holding his masterpiece out to her; along with a lighter.
[TEXT]: What do you want now? [TEXT]: I miss you so much, you have no idea.
[TEXT]: What do you want now?
[TEXT]: I’m still in my leg brace and suck @ walking… lol[TEXT]: Bring me food?? 😁😁😁
[TEXT]: I miss you so much, you have no idea.
[TEXT]: Ur so lame! I’ve only been gone from camp for a few days[TEXT]: next time just hide in my bags LOL
