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me: *walks up to a group of middle schoolers skateboarding*

me: lemme show you a trick or two

middle schoolers: *hand me a board*

me: this one's called stealing

me: *runs away with it*

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DEAN:

“okay, what is wrong with me?” dean huffed as he looked at his canvas, wiping his wet sleeve on his nose and unknowingly leaving a smudge of blue paint on it. “i could write you a sonnet in seconds, but i can’t paint a thing. so much for excelling in the arts.”

Quinlan couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a small sigh escaping from his lips as he overheard the camper talking to himself. As a cabin leader, he was tasked with supervising an activity, and unfortunately he’d been assigned arts & crafts. He hated arts and crafts. “Dude- you’re the only person who gives a shit about whether or not you can paint,” he called out to the camper as he got up from where he’d been sitting on a table and made his way towards him. “Just throw some paint on the canvas and call it art,” he suggested, as he came to a stop behind the other, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

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ANNABELLA:

       annabelle focused on the table in front of her, her hands slightly extended over it as she focused on making a little rose form in front of her. she was merely entertaining herself when a small sound of something falling made her jump and instinctively the rose grew so much it went through the table “  merda ”  she mumbled under her breath hoping no one had noticed her mess.

By nature, Quinlan Hayes was a very observant person- just from a few minutes of studying someone he could often tell their mood, and any habits. He also had a tendency to just watch people whenever he grew tired of listening to his siblings bicker. On that particular day, he’d taken an interest in a girl sitting at the Persephone table. A smile soon spreading across his face as he watched the rose grow, a chuckle then escaping his lips as he watched it grow out of control. “Careful there,” he called out with a laugh, as he leaned forward.

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STORM:

It should have been no surprise to anyone that Storm liked spending most of his time at the lake, it wasn’t the same for the other kids or at least he didn’t think it was, there wasn’t something that drew them in, but for him it had always been the water. Flickering his hand out softly the male smirked as he watched the water rise and fall at his touch, he wondered if his dad was listening or if he was too busy arguing, maybe he just didn’t care, one hero son was enough. Whatever it was, were it not for the water Storm wouldn’t feel connected to him at all. The male lifted the water again when a noise behind him caused his head to spin quickly, and he watched as the water flew in the same direction of his gaze, soaking the person that had approached him. “Oh god…I am so, I didn’t hear…I am so sorry.” Storm muttered as he stood quickly. “I can try and dry you if you want?” It was exhausting but it was the least he could do. 

In all fairness- Quinlan had been planning to shove the boy into the lake when he’d snuck up behind him, so in a way he did deserve the sudden twist of fate that led to him being the one soaked in water. So- like he did with many things, he just shrugged as he looked at the younger male. “It’s no problem, just be more careful,” he responded with a laugh- most campers probably wouldn’t be as nice as he was. “Though- I’ve got to admit, I am interested in this whole drying thing.”