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[ofmicah]

thunderoads‌

“  THE SANDALS COMPLETE THE LOOK. i won’t apologize, a guy drinking pbr at my cousin’s graduation party said it looked cool, and he just seemed like the guy who’d know a thing or two,  ” he says, almost some kind of definitively. justin smiles, playing at the clip on his clipboard while she speaks. it’s comforting, to hear that what he’d done wasn’t going unnoticed, and he takes a moment to be proud of himself before he replies. “ yeah, well. she’s had too many casualties. i couldn’t let another good frog die on my watch, it was part of my platform when i campaigned for a spot in admin. i was tired of having their glaze on my hands, ” he explained with a false sense of intensity. “ but enough about me. how’re you ? how’s school ? you gotta be close to finished, right ?  have you given anymore thought to pursuing a career in adult summer camp staff ? ”

          micah  scrunches  her  nose  at  justin’s  explanation  for  socks  and  sandals.  needless  to  say,  she’s  visibly  unconvinced.  “oh  yeah.  you  know,  i  learned  in  my  psych  class  that  guys  who  drink  blue  ribbon  are  totally  reliable  sources.  just  geniuses  all  of  them.”  though  she  probably  should  sometimes,  micah  isn’t one  to  dole  out  compliments  that  she  didn’t  mean.  “you’re  a  good  man,  justin.  a  real  hero.  saved  so  many  frogs.  micah  shrugs  as  the  conversation  shifts  to  her.  “i’m  fine.  school’s  good.  same  as  always.”  everytime  she’s  forced  to  talk  about  herself --  she  realizes   how  horrible  she  is  at  it.  “i’ve  got  one  more  year  of  undergrad  and  then  i’ll  probably  move  on  to  my  doctorate.  but,  yeah --  almost.”  not  that  she’s  in  any  rush.  micah  loves  school.  the  girl  can’t  fight  the  laughter  that  erupts  at  his  last  question.  “seriously?  i  don’t  think  i’d  be  hired  in  any  of  the  adult  positions.  could  you  imagine?”  she  chuckles.

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loudlaughs‌:

    HIS FACE FALLS momentarily, boyish features twisting around as he tries to make sense of what Micah was saying. “Wait, hold on — you’re not a fan of the pizza scale or you’re not a fan of pizza.” Darcy’s a little afraid to hear her answer, practically pouting on behalf of pizzas everywhere. “Because everyone likes pizza, Mikes, that’s why the pizza scale was invented. I don’t think you can not like pizza.” He chews on the thought while watching the water running out of the faucet turn pink on its way down the drain, he’s probably leaning a little too much on the whole pizza thing but having strong opinion is practically one of his job descriptions at the station. Darcy grabs a paintbrush from the cup, still careful lest he catch the wrath of an angry visual arts kid, and covers it in the amount of soap Micah had. “I’ve been to a lot of parties, so, trust that I know a good time when I see one.” He laughs softly, jutting the soapy brush under water and admiring the light blue paint staining his fingertips. “Not all parties are good, there’s definitely not a party scale. Anyway, I could find like so many people to bother.” Darcy steps a little closer to Micah so he can nudge her with his shoulder, complete with an eyebrow wag and everything. “But I choose you — you’re my pikachu tonight.” He mimes throwing a poke ball at her with his free hand because that’s a thing cool guys did, shaking the brush dry when he was satisfied it was clean. “You don’t really party, huh? I can’t picture you going wild. That’s cool, you’re not missing out much. Same people, same red cups … well — not the same red cups, I hope.”

          “ pizza.  but  i  guess  by  proxy,”  she  mimics  his  voice  there.  purposefully  poorly.  “that  includes  the  pizza  scale.”  it’s  a  side  effect  of  having  very  nonconformist,  upper  echelon  parents.  a  childhood  filled  with  clean  eating  and   largely   plant-based  foods,  she  never  really  got  the  chance  to  have a  proper  take  out  pizza  until  a  random  kids  birthday  parties  --  and  they  almost  always  sucked.  always  hard  cheese  and  cold  in  the  middle. camp  pizza  night  tended  to  be  micah  picking  off  the  toppings  and  throwing  out  the  rest.  “it’s  just  not  good.  overrated,  if  you  ask  me.”   she  watches  the  other  grab  a  brush,  washing  it  with  so  much  care  --  she  could’ve  thought  he  was  handling  fine  china.  micah  would’ve  laughed,  if  she  weren’t  so  hell  bent  on  not  seeming  overly  happy  around  darcy.  instead,  she  carries  on  washing  her  brush,  moving  onto  the  next.  there’s  a  spread  of  pink  flushing  her  cheeks,  though  she  does  her  best  to  ignore  it  --  keeping  a  flat  expression.  a  stupid  pokemon  line,  a  nudge, and  a  brow  wag  should  not  make  her   blush.  she  simply  refused.  “ that  has  to  be  the  lamest  thing  you’ve  ever  said.  you’re  out  doing  yourself,  darcy.”  she  remarks.  maybe  another  side  effect  to  nonconformist  parenting, red  solo  cup  parties  seemed  like  a  waste  of  time.  “ yeah  i  imagine  that’d  be  pretty  unsanitary.”  micah  says,  a  short  laugh  leaving  her -- despite  her  best  efforts  not  to.  “and  you do?  go  wild,  i  mean?  i  actually  can  picture  that.”   

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julietmichaels‌

“well yeah,” juliet said with a smile. “pre teens are hard, but you manage to charm them, micah, so i gotta hand it to you.” juliet nodded at micah mentioning robin’s brother. they’ve both spent so many years at this camp, and getting returning kids who are just as excited to see them really warmed juliet’s heart. “yeah, definitely. it’s a lot better now that i ran into you. i was going to say we should do something - me, you, and elliot. we could tell ghost stories at night like we did when we were kids. or we could go to the art cabin and you could both model for my portfolio.” juliet offered. she paused on the path and pretended to click the camera at micah as if she were paparazzi and micah was a celebrity walking the red carpet. juliet laughed, actually snapping a photo of the trees in the distance, before relinking her arm with micah’s and continuing to walk. “so, whaddaya say?”

          she  chuckles,  “all  you  gotta  do  is  not  tell  them  what  to  do.  then,  they  have  no  rules  to  intentionally  break.  that’s  my  secret.  the  laissez-faire  approach,  if  you  will.”  raised  brows, micah  brightens  at  the  mention  of  doing  something  finally,  as  the  three  of  them.  sure,  it  probably  hadn’t  been  that  long  since  the  trio  gathered --  micah  liked  having  elliot  and  juliet  around  at  the  same  time.  that’s  when  they  seemed  to  have  their  best  laughs,  create  some  of  the  silliest  inside  jokes  --  there’s  a  sort  of  magic   that  comes  with  the  three  being  together. sheepishly,  micah  shakes  her  head,  laughing  as  her  friend  pretended  to  snap  photos  of  her.  “stop  it.  i  am  in  no  position   to  model  right  now. or  ever,  for  that  matter.”   she  laughs, “ but  i  think  that’d  be  fun.   we  could  go  to  that  spot  by  the  lake?”  

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✈️ /🌻 /⛺️

✈️- beach holiday or city break?

“ city break. not a fan of the beach, sand gets everywhere.” 

🌻- what’s your summer aesthetic?

  glasses of lemonade with mint and lush green forests surrounding crystal clear lakes. 

⛺️- camping or road trip?

“ camping.  but, depending on where the road trip is headed i wouldn’t mind a road trip either. as long as it’s somewhere cool.” 

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🗒

🗒- do you have a summer to-do list?

“take  photos  to  bring  back  home,  mostly. you  don’t  really  get  these  types  of  views  from  my  dorm  in  portland  so  --  i  try  to  get  plenty  of  shots.” 

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applaudfm‌

greene knows firsthand how full the schedule of a cabin counselor is, and how exhausted they are. this is just another thing for them on a never-ending to do list, and he puts his pen down on the desk, clearly listening. “you can relax. we’ll be here for a couple minutes, miss…” he searches for her name in his head, quiet for too long as he clearly draws a blank. putting faces to names is half of his job, but there’s just so many staff. he glances down so briefly at the notes in front of him. “miss moore. so, you’re a cub counselor, and part of the visual arts major. is that something that you study or have studied in school? early education or fine arts? where do you see yourself in five years?”

        she  lets  out  a  small  sigh,  doing  her  best  ( and  totally  failing  )  to  relax  into  her  seat  a  bit  more.  awkward  silence  passes,  micah  sits  twiddling  her  thumbs  before  the  other  finally  speaks  again.  “you  can  just  call  me  just  micah, if  you  want.  or, mike. everyone  calls  me  that.  really  anything  else ... miss  moore  sounds  like  my  grandma.”  that  was  meant  to  be  a  joke  --  yet  somehow  she  fears  it  fell  flat.  micah  clears  her  throat  before  speaking  again.  “the  bears,   actually.  13-15  year  olds.  but  i  mean,  close  enough.  uh,  yeah  i’m  studying  art  history  at  university  of  portland.”  she  nods,  it’s  been  awhile  since  she’s  had  to  talk  about  herself  in  depth.  and  this  feels  eerily  like  her  job  interview.  where  she  sees  herself  in  5  years  is... quite  the  question.  “twenty-seven,  maybe  be  a  preservationist  or  archivist  for  awhile.  extra  experience  before  i  try  to  be  a  professor  in  the  field.” 

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applaudfm‌

“i don’t have the time to go over the scope of the meeting with you.” even now, his tone was clipped. despite it being precisely none of his business, he ran a finger over the surface of the table and looked at it, as if he was checking to see if she had really been cleaning. it came away none the worse for wear, and he wiped his hand off on his cargo shorts. “i have to say, this is out of character for you. have you decided to turn over a new leaf this year? staff changes serving as inspiration?”

           “ cool. ”   she  shrugs  passively.   whether  or  not  she  really  cared  to  hear  about  every  minute  of  the  meeting  was  highly  debatable.  if  she  did,  she  probably  would’ve  gone  in  the  first  place.  but,  she  reminds  herself  to  keep  up  her  better  appearances  --  it’s  sam  she’s  talking  to.   “oh  you  know,  always  wanting  to   grow  in  my  position.” she  pulls  on  something  of  a  half-hearted  smile.  “i  like  being  in  here.  i  don’t  like  seeing  it  ransacked.” at  least  there  she  wasn’t  lying.   the  art  room  was  a  particular  safe  haven  for  micah.

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notaloogieanderson‌:

Why was it his job to go find Micah and fill her in on what she missed? Actually, he wanted to know why it was okay that she got to blow off the meetings with absolutely NO repercussions for such behavior. He did that one time and they had raked him over the coals for it, even implying that he could lose his position at the camp. Now that he was head staff, the male doubted they would go any easier, too. But no, noooo, when someone else decided to flip off the head people and ignore their duties around the place, nothing ever happened to them. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t cool. He was so sick of being singled out and picked on. This year was going to be different. As Logan entered the arts cabin, it seemed Micah was already prepared to defend herself. Which, honestly, just made her look all the more guilty and make it glaringly obvious that she’d skipped the meeting on purpose. “Personally, if I was going to act like I just happened to forget there was a staff meeting because I was cleaning up after the campers, I’d at least feign the shock of being told there was a meeting you just missed,” he suggested, crossing arms over chest as he observed her. “Those meetings happen for a reason and you missed some important stuff,” Logan said, exhaling a quiet sigh and looking as if he didn’t really want to be there. He just didn’t see why it was his responsibility to now give her the cliff notes version of what she missed and help her out, when she made zero effort to even bother in the first place. Logan felt like he was back in school, handing over homework and reports he’d been forced to do for other students who didn’t feel like putting in the work (or were too stupid to, honestly), or else he’d wind up with a black eye and sore arm for the rest of the week. Why did he have to pick up their slack? It just wasn’t fair and in that moment, he really disliked Micah.

               “ oh?  whoops.  you  caught  me.  how  do  you  do  it,  logan?  you. are.  brilliant,  you  know  that?  i’ll  make  sure  to  give  you  a  better  performance  next  time.”  the  girl  nonchalantly  shrugs,  reaching  for  another  cup  full  of  paint  brushes  and  placing  them  on  the  shelf.  he  isn’t  feray,  greene,   or  even   noah  for  that  matter.  intimidation  doesn’t  really  work  with  someone  as  lackadaisical  as  micah  --  especially  when  she  doesn’t  have  to  report  to  him.  “oh  yeah?  cause  last  time  i  checked  it’s  the  same  thing  every  single  year.”  she  sighs.  “i  skipped  a  meeting.  go  run  and  tell  greene  or  noah,  if  you  want.  i’m  sure  they  already  know  cause  i  literally,  do  it  all  the  time. no  clue  why  you  came  here  to  say  that  to  me.”  

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summer asks ☀️

🍹- what’s your go-to cold drink?

🗓- what are your summer plans?

🌳- do you like to study outdoors?

👗- do you have a summer “uniform”?

✈️- beach holiday or city break?

🍦- ice cream or ice lolly?

❄️- do you prefer summer or winter?

💛- what do you like most about the summer?

☕️- iced coffee or cold brew?

👙- are you usually in the pool or on a deckchair at the side?

😡- do you sunburn easily?

👖- what’s your favourite summer outfit?

🗒- do you have a summer to-do list?

🎞- are there any summer movies you’re planning to see?

🌭- picnic or barbecue?

🌻- what’s your summer aesthetic?

🍨- what’s your favourite ice cream flavour?

🎉- what are you looking forward to most this summer?

📚- are you planning to study over the summer or just relax?

🎒- if you could go anywhere on holiday over the summer where would you go?

⛺️- camping or road trip?

🤽‍♀️- what’s your favourite summer activity?

feel free to add more!!

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julietmichaels‌

juliet genuinely thought micah was one of the coolest people alive. it’s what drew her to micah in the first place, and knowing that under the walls there’s a heart of gold is why juliet never stopped being best friends with her. she loved that she felt so unbelievably herself around her too. “you’re a champ for supervising fourteen year olds. that has to be up there with one of the most difficult age groups,” juliet said with an easy smile. “yeah, poor robin in the cubs cabin decided to eat food his mom packed for him a few days late and has had food poisoning ever since. he finally started feeling better in the afternoon, so i went on my little adventure right after. he was very happy with the smiley face sticker i put on his arm even though he had no cut. i think it’ll make the other kids think he’s tough, but he was a sweet little one,” juliet babbled. she was never really this open with anyone besides micah and elliot - they truly brought out the best in her. it’s probably why her nonna always packs juliet extra snacks for her best friends. 

             “ y’think  so,  really?”  micah  shrugs  softly.  being  a  camp  counselor  was  just  the  by  product  of  wanting  to  be  able  to  spend  entire  summers   with  her  friends  still  as  a  twenty-something  now.   but,  while  a  bit  too  tough  to  outwardly  admit  it,  micah  fell  in  love  with  the  job.  though  rowdy  fourteen  year  olds,   micah  was  the  cool  counselor  who  rarely  reprimanded  them  --  and  for  that,  they  liked  her.  “ i  don’t  know.  they’re  cool.  i  think  what  you  do  is  a lot  harder.”  she  remarks.  micah  frowns  softly.  “yeah,  i  know  robin.  dylan’s  brother. “  it  still  surprises  her  how  many  kids  names  she  has  remembered.  “well,  i’m  glad  he’s  okay.”  micah  chuckles,  with  a  small nod. juilet’s  one  of  the  few  people  micah  will  continue  to  listen to  no  matter  how  long  winded.  she  cared  to  hear  about  what  the  other  might  have  to  say.  “not  too  bad  of  a  day then.  that’s  good.” 

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elifms‌:

You look like you need to be hit every once and awhile, Micah decides … and Elliot is awash in sudden guilt; a huff of uncomfortable laughter tumbling past his lips as his gaze drops from that of his best friend’s. Because despite the way the words are delivered in good humor … there’s an overwhelming sense of truth that accompanies the simple sentence as well. A truth in which neither want to acknowledge. That he’s been absent, and distracted … that he’s ignored her in favor of Jules. ( In favor of going on dates, and making out on the couch, and having dinner with her grandparents. ) The dynamic of their inseparable trio suddenly different … because of him; because of his stupid big mouth, and stupid incessant feelings. He’d do anything to make it better. He’s trying. He’s really – Micah has to see that he’s trying. Unable to imagine a life without his best friend. Elliot simply not himself with Jules or Mikey. A beat of silence lingers between the two. “— Unfortunately for the rest of us, we can’t all be so cool and artsy like you,” He teases finally. His eyes filling with a specific sort of warmth for the other as he lifts his gaze once more. “Like – I’m Mikey,” Elliot mimics, raising his voice in a pathetic attempt to sound like the girl. “I don’t participate in organized sports. I like to brood, instead. And be all – mysterious. With my sketch book, and my pastels.” He chuckles. Finally nodding towards the piece she’s working on as he leans over in order to see. “’s nice,” He tells her genuinally, observing all the colors. “– Kinda thought it might be me with a dodgeball for a head, but. Y’know. This is good, too.” 

             “ brood? ” she  gasps  in  laugh,  shaking  her  head  softly  at  the  mediocre  impression  of  her  voice.  she’s  never  spoken  up  about  how  she  felt  --  but,  she  doesn’t  have  to.  things  between  them  felt  different  lately.   micah’s  sure  they  both  probably  felt  it  too.  it  makes  her   a  little  uneasy  catching  half  mentions  of  dinners  with  jules’  grandparents  (  that  micah  obviously  wasn’t  invited  to ),  and  seeing  the  two  just  a  little  too  close  for  comfort.   out  of  everyone  in  the  world  that  she  expected  to  overlook  her,  she  never  thought  her  best  friends  would.  even  if  she  knows  they  might  not  mean  any  harm  by  it.  “knock  it  off.  i  don’t  sound  like  that.”  she  complains,  jokingly  nudging  at  his  side  with  his  shoulder. “thanks.  could  be  better.”  she  replies  with  a  small  smile,  proudly  looking  over  her  pastel  drawing  of  a  flower.  not  too  far  off  from  her  usual  subjects  --  nature  tends  to  be  a favorite  of  hers.   “maybe  i’ll  do  that  next.  but  i’d  need  to  see  you  with  a  ball  in  your  face,  though.”  she  jokes.  “enough  about  dodgeball,  what  else  has  been  going  on  with  you?  feels  like  i  haven’t  seen  you  all  day.”    

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loudlaughs‌:

  DARCY SHRUGS AT the question, shoulder rising and falling in the practiced but easy way he does almost anything. “I don’t know actually, I guess I just kind of assume all cookies I eat are good. — by proxy.” He watches Micah save some brushes just in time to keep them from falling as he shrugs out of his bomber jacket. Darcy isn’t totally convinced that Micah doesn’t find him annoying but that’s never stopped him before, if anything he just wants to charm her more. “ —  It’s kind of like the pizza scale, you know? There’s no such thing as a bad slice of pizza, even at it’s worst it’s pizza.”  And everyone likes pizza, right?  Darcy nods dutifully and grabs the cup of dirty brushes and walks it over to one of the wide sinks. “You are the life of the party, duh, that’s why I’m here.” He leans against the cool metal of the sink and sighs at Micah’s question. “I mean, one of the new counselors offered to sell me molly but that is not a road you wanna go down post twenty five. Take it from an old man.” Darcy shakes the cup of brushes at Micah. “Is there anything I gotta not do so I won’t fuck these up?”

             the  pizza  scale,   micah  can’t  quite  put  a  finger  on  what  specifically  irritates  her  about  the  other.  what  she  does  know  is  whenever  that  floppy  messy  of  brown  hair  waltzes  into  a  room  she  can’t  seem  to  keep  herself  together,  seeming  to  clumsily  knock  over  things  left  and  right.  micah  thought  maybe  it  was  the  stupidity  of  some  of  the  things  he  says,  throwing  her  (  along  with  her  balance )  off.  or,  maybe  it  isn’t   total  irritation  --  but,  micah  refused  to  believe  it’s  an  infatuation.  on  darcy of  all  people? impossible.  “can’t  say  i’ve  heard  of  the  pizza  scale.  not  really  a  fan,  to  be  honest.”  she  replies.  the  girl  rolls  her  eyes.  such  an  unsolicited  compliment  obviously  must  be  a  joke. “yeah?  well  you  have a  surprisingly  odd  definition  of  parties.”  she  chuckles.  “seriously.  you  couldn’t  find  anyone  else  to  bother?”  she  asks,  trying  to  pass  her  flat  tone  as  more  of  a  joke  than anything  coming  from  real  malice. soft  brown  eyes  widen.  “wow,  no ...  i  wouldn’t  dream  of  it. ”   micah  would  hardly  even  touch  a  beer.  the  thought  of  a  fellow  counselor  doing  drugs.  she  turns,  finally  locking  eyes  with  the  other  to  take  the  brushes.  the  moment  is  very  brief,  before  she  breaks  away  and  turns  to  the  sink.  “you  can’t  fuck  it  up.  don’t  smash  the  bristles.  just  a  little  bit  of  soap  and   run  them  under  water,  like  this.”  she  says, turning  the  sink  on.  she  runs  a  pink  paint  coated  brush  under  the  water.  

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          occasionally,  micah   feels  bad  and  ends  up  dropping  by  one  of  those  terribly  unhelpful  orientation  meetings  just  so  she  can  say  she  did.  though  she  spends  the  entire  time  hardly  listening  and  sketching  noah  into  her  sketchbook.  micah  knows  everything  they  have  to  say,  anyways.  her  hardly  listening  is  better  than  the  opposite --  if  she  was  listening,  she’d  be  asking  a  dozen  questions,  answering  other  people’s  questions,  and  worse --  clarifying  whatever  noah  just  said.  simply   repeating  his  words  in  much  longer  form  vernacular.  the  girl  loves  to  show  off.           finally,  it  seemed  the  meeting  has  adjourned  and  she  can  carry  on  with  more  pressing  matters...  doing  the  bare  minimum.  standing  from  the  hallowed  log  she  sat  on,  micah  attempted  to  rush  out  of  the  meeting  area  and  past  noah.  however,  she’s haulted  by  noah’s  words  --  and  the  bush  of  poison  ivy  just  a  fraction  of  an  inch  away  from  her  leg.  she  takes  a  few  steps  back,  nodding  at  his  warning.  offered  a  pamphlet,  micah  begrudgingly  takes  the  paper.  “thanks,  chief.”  she  remarks,  taking  a  few  steps  backwards.  “i  wasn’t  actually  going  to  walk  into  it.”  she  was.  but,  she  couldn’t  have  anybody  thinking  she  would  make  such  a  rookie  mistake  like  that.  “yeah,  i  did  have  a  question,  actually.  can  i  be  excused  from  all   other  staff  meetings?” 

THE THING ABOUT the first few days of summer at Dagwood was that Noah rarely got to go over the things he needed to all at once. He had been doing the whole assistant director thing for four years now and had yet to master the art of a seamless orientation. Notoriously, as the week went on Noah’s meetings unraveled into something much more informal and what had started as organized welcomes (with baked goods and everything) became hurried one on ones. He felt better knowing that most of the orientations were formalities at this point, a good chunk of the personnel were returning staff members, but if Marcia Greene had taught him one thing it was that getting sued was … pretty bad. Which, yeah. “Um, okay, glad we got a chance to talk. Just to recap — don’t start any fires, unless they’re campfires and if you ever need to reach out to someone our program coordinator Justin is fucking cool. Ah, my door is always open, if you need to talk or run out of snacks.” Noah trailed off, signing something that needed to be on Greene’s desk yesterday and looking up for the first time in a while. “Also, you’re about to walk in poison ivy. Don’t — do that either.” He smiled. ”Do you want to ask me anything? I have a lot of pamphlets.” Noah shuffled through his binder until he found one going over toxic plants, handing it to the other with a glimmer in his eye. “I’ve, uh, got a feeling you’ll be needing that.” / @dagwoodstart​

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julietmichaels‌

“i can see that,” juliet said with a laugh. “just didn’t expect to see anyone on the trail, mikey, which i guess is kind of silly in itself,” she walked over to micah and linked their hands together, instantly feeling more at ease in the presence of one of her best friends. micah was someone juliet had opened up to fairly early in their friendship, especially because juliet could tell that micah was similar to her in some ways, and not to mention she was insanely talented and a really good friend. spending time with her over the summer and having time to hang out with her and elliot as their infamous trio was something juliet held close to her heart. “how were the kids today?” she asked as they started walking, her eyes still wandering the trees absently to find another photo. 

             it  takes  a  special  kind  of  person  to  get  through  micah’s  tough  exterior.  to  be  the  kind  of  person  she’d  willfully  hold  hands  with.  micah  smiles,  welcoming  the  touch.  the  girl  has  a  tendency  to  keep  people  at  arms  length.  but,  juliet  landed  quite  the  spot  in  micah’s  heart  very  early  on  in  their  friendship.  the  cheesy,  now  tattered  friendship  bracelet  on  her  wrist being  proof  of  that. “good,”  she  pauses.  “well,  as  good  as  a  group  of  fourteen  year  olds  can  be.”  micah  laughs.  “anything  going  on  in  the  nurses  office  today?” 

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            to  say  these  meetings  are  nerve-wrecking  for  micah  is  truly  an  understatement.  unable  to  blend  into  a  crowd  of�� other  counselors  (  or,  better  yet,  not  show  up  at  all )  micah  is  forced  to  sit  across  from   greene  and  answer  a  billion  questions  she  had  no  time  to  study  for.   “yo,”  she  breathes,  sliding  into  the  room  and  making  her  way  to  the  seat  in  front  of  him.  struggling  to  find  a  casual  position  to  sit  for  a  moment,  micah  can’t  help  but  sit  a  bit  straighter  than  normal.  the  girl  could  already  think  up  a  few  dozen  excuses,  thinking  she  was   primed  and  ready  for  anything  the  other  might  throw  at  her.  state  your  job  title  and  tell  me  a  little  bit  about  what  you  do  here,    a  bit  of  relief  washes  over  her.  micah  could  answer  that.  “i’m  a  counselor  for  the  bears.  i  also  work  in  visual  arts  -- painting,  ceramics,  and  stuff,  y’know.”   of  course  he  knows.  he  is  the  director.  “is  that  it?  or....?”  

greene’s meeting was different than noah’s orientation. he’d asked to meet one on one with each individual staff member. it wasn’t about educating them, or making introductions. though he hadn’t said as much, he was sure that it had spread through camp now that this was his way of assessing exactly what each counselor did, and how well they did it. a performance review before the season had even started. he called a “come in” at the knock on the heavy oak door, and gestured to the seat in front of him. the bowl of candy that marcia greene, his mother and the camp director of 28 years, had always had on her desk still sat there, but it was empty. “before we begin, this is an informal meeting. nothing you say is going to be documented, or go into any kind of record. we’re just here to talk about your position. i haven’t gotten a chance to meet many staff yet. can you state your job title and tell me a little bit about what you do here at dagwood?” @dagwoodstart​

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applaudfm‌:

it had been sam’s meeting, called to distribute the schedules for the next week and discuss an incident that had happened between two campers– standard boilerplate. and the trouble with the 24/7 nature of their work was that, obviously, not everybody could come to all-staffs. instead he had a folder with him full of the remaining schedules, and he left it on one of the smooth art tables as he walked into the room. “well, thank you for getting some cleaning done. we could use more of that around here. did feray ask you to do this instead of the meeting?”

           “uh,”  she  pauses,  weighing  her  options.  missing  a  boring  meeting  like  sam’s  couldn’t  possibly  be  a  fire-able  offense,  right? even  if  it  was,  the  odds  of  her  getting  in  any  real  trouble  is  still  pretty  slim.  nonetheless,  micah  thought being  caught  in  a  lie  wasn’t  the  best  of  ideas.  honesty  is  the  best  policy.   “nah.  the  place  was  kinda  torn  apart  after  the  activity  with  the  cubs  today.  i  didn’t  wanna  leave  it  looking  like  it  was  before.”  she  replies, moving  towards  a  stack  of  blank  canvases  to  put  them  away  on  another  shelf.  “ hope  i  didn’t  miss  anything  important.”