Adventure RP

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Adventure RP

Adventure RP

 

I was searching through old threads (ya know, like ya do) and I found an old RP about four friends that got lost in the blue ridge mountains on a hike. It looked really neat, but only one person joined and then the thread was sent to the back with all the others. I was hoping to restart this RP. Here's the charrie sheet. 

Name:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Homelife:

School life:

Other:

 

Please Note that if you believe there are already too many RPs on here, you do not have to support this one. However, many RPs that are currently on the front page are ones that people can no longer join, so I thought it might be nice to throw in something ne and small-scale. Also, this RP is set in the real world, so no fairy wings on our characters please! :)

submitted by Embers in the Ashes
(March 17, 2017 - 6:00 am)
I can take Jeffrey. 
~AJ 
I head off to breakfast with the rest of my cabin. Well, most of the rest of my cabin. Harper stays behind. I want to go back and see if there's anything wrong, but the cheerful group has already swept us to our breakfast table. 
I grin at Nikkie when Noah comes over and tries to talk to her, then gives up and heads back to his table. 
"He likes you," I comment. 
She shrugs. "He might." 
We laugh and I glance over at the boys' table. Jeffrey punches Harper's brother in the arm and they talk, probably twitting him about his failed conversation attempt. I shrug and dig into my pancakes. This drama is not for me. 
I sense someone's eyes on me and instinctively glance up, but whoever it was has already looked away. 
I listen while Nikkie and Alisha start up a conversation. They have a lot in common--both outgoing, pretty girls. I shake my head slightly to rid myself of the thought--the all-too-common, I wish I was like them. I wish I wasn't so weird. No one would ever want to be friends with the bookworm, except Harper. 
Stop, I tell myself. All girls are not the same. Leave it alone. 
I see Matt getting up from the boys' table, probably to get some more syrup, but instead he comes over to our table. 
"Wanna sketch the dock later?" He says in a rush, his hands gripping his sketchbook. 
I tug my ponytail. I've been feeling the urge to draw my 'weird fantasy characters' as my sort-of twin calls them, all morning, but I really, REALLY don't want to draw in front of these people. With Matt, there will be less people watching me. Plus, he seems nice. And if he likes to draw, he can't be all bad. 
All that runs through my head in about a second--I think a lot--and before Matt's face can droop too much more, I blurt out 
"Sure." 
He smiles with relief and says "Before dinner, then," 
"Okay," I reply. Wow, I actually sound normal for once!
He heads back to the table. 
Alisha looks at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "He totally likes you," she says. 
My blush activates. This is not a topic I wish to discuss. "No, he doesn't," I reply. 
"Oh come on," she says, turning to Nikkie for support. "Couldn't you tell?" 
Nikkie nods solemnly. 
"I am not listening to you," I say, pressing my hands over my ears. "Do you see that I am not listening to you? Mark it well." 
They laugh and start talking again. I remove my hands from my ears with relief and attack my pancakes again. 
Delicious. 
~Jeffrey 
I watch as my brother goes over and asks AJ to draw with him. Personally, I can't see the attraction. I mean, my brother's kind of a nerd, and AJ seems cool. Not nerd-ish at all. 
"Hey, how'd it go?" I ask my brother as he sits back down, clapping him on the back. 
"Uh, she said sure," he mumbles. His face is red. He does not like being the center of attention. Noah and I start chatting about school sports and stuff. 
I allow myself to look at Harper as she comes in, because every head momentarily turns to her and then turns back around as she sits down next to AJ. Unlike most girls I've met, Harper doesn't talk all the time, and I notice AJ doesn't try and talk to her verbally, but is communicating with her eyes. 
I see Noah giving me a funny look out of the corner of my eye so I turn my head back around and continue debating the merits of our high school baseball team versus the neighboring high school's baseball team. 
~~~
I hope this is okay! 
-Nianad 
submitted by Nianad
(March 26, 2017 - 2:51 pm)

No, so, Noah likes Nikkie, Jeffery likes Harper, and Matt likes AJ. 

submitted by Killim
(March 26, 2017 - 6:23 pm)

Ooooh. Thanks!

submitted by Embers in the Ashes
(March 27, 2017 - 5:31 am)
Thank you Nianad! That was really good. 
Harper~
I head over for the breakfast table, and get myself a pancake that I know I won't eat. Even if I was hungry, everything tastes like cardboard. I'll wait till lunch. Dad says it's not healthy to not eat anything in the mornings, but he should try having my problems. 
I think back to my fight with Noah. He called me a negative, self-centred brat. I guess I have been towards him, and towards myself and dad. But never towards my friends. I guess it's nice to have people that don't know your full situation. I've never mentioned it to anyone but AJ. After all, we've known each other since we were what, 3? 4? I don't know, but I do know it's been a long time. 
AJ fills me in on their conversations. Apparently they've been talking about school, their academics, their clubs, and their crushes. Nikkie called my brother cute to which I almost threw up, and AJ's going to draw with Matt later on. It must be nice to be social. 
Suddenly AJ nudges me and nods her head in the direction of the boys. Jeffrey's looking at me, and when he sees me, he looks back. I turn red and playfully push AJ, and she just laughs. 
We start to talk about our lives. Everyone's really smart, and they're surprised when I say I'm in tenth grade and 14. At least they don't call me Skippy like the other kids back in ninth grade at my school do. The ninth graders hate me, but the tenth graders aren't too bad. 
After breakfast which I quickly throw away in the trash bin, we get ready for a trail walk. Tomorrow's the big hike, so after the trail walk, we'll get back before dinner and freely explore. 
Noah~
I'm hyped for this trip. I end up being the fastest to get ready, and I head outside with Jeffery and Matt. 
"Dude, but you go to North Edgewood High, right?" Jeffery asks. 
Ah, we're completing our previous conversation about who has the better baseball team. 
"Yeah, and your team, South Edgewood, isn't as good."
"Says you!" he laughs. "I knew I've seen you before. You couldn't get your act together in the outfield. Your coach got mad when you didn't catch my ball."
I roll my eyes. "That was one time. Besides, my main concern right now is the programming software that I have to do in Computer Technology class. We've beaten your school several times when we have to make games or even photoshop competitions."
"I hate that class," he mutters. "Baseball and pre-calculus, that's what's for me."
I laugh and look at Matt. "What about you?"
"Me?" he asks. "Well, core subject wise, I like Language Arts. Elective, well, Art or creative writing."
"Cool," I reply. "And you're in ninth grade?" 
He nods. "Yep."
"Wait, Noah, isn't your sister in tenth grade with us?" Jeffery casually asks. 
I scoff. "Yeah, but she's a year younger. Skipped a grade, all that. But I'm better than her at some things, even though that's not always the first impression with people. Honestly, my character might be better too-"
Jeffery looks at me with wide eyes when I realise he's not looking at me. He's looking right behind me.
There Harper stands, giving me a look so deadly that freeze in shock. 
Matt~
Okay, so I've had problems with my older brother. But not to the point where we want to kill each other. (Well, maybe a couple of times.) But when I see Harper, I fear for Noah's safety. Whatever happened between them must not have been good. 
"Hey Harper, didn't see you there," he nervously begins. 
"I know, I guess being invisible to everyone else paid off," she snaps. "Including you, Noah Alexander."
He glares at her. "Shut up, Harper Rose. You want to play the authority game? Well remember that I'm older and dad wants me to help you."
"Well you don't help when you talk crap about me behind my back," Harper retorts. 
Noah looks flustered and finally blurts out, "Look, things slip sometimes, okay? Besides, you're the one who's fault it is anyway."
Oh, crud. Jeffery and my older sister, Clara, used to get in fights all the time, and when he insulted Clara really badly, it didn't end well for him. 
But Harper's really fed up. 
She takes a swing at him, and he gets knocked to the ground. Before he can do anything, she walks back to her group of friends, and Jeffery's trying to help Noah stand up. 
"Considering all the medication she takes, I'm surprised she can swing that hard," Noah mutters. 
Jeffery snorts and gives him a wide eyed look, and glances back at me.
Welcome to the world of having a sister. 
submitted by Killim
(March 26, 2017 - 7:00 pm)

This RP is great!  Let's keep it alive!

Alisha:

Before going to lunch, I clean myself up.  I take a shower-with hot water-and comb my hair into a high pony-tail.  This will be the last time I shower for a long time.  Tomorrow we leave for the hike.  It's amazing that people who don't know eachother all too well can come together and do this.  However, I feel like I already know these people as I jog to the cafeteria.  I'm a little late to lunch, but luckilly there are seats near Nikki, which I take.  We don't talk, and it's a bit awkard for me because I'm usually always talking.  Finally, I need to say something, and I start the conversation:

"So...why are you going on this hike?"

She replies,"Nature is so beautiful, and I love drawing it.  The graceful wings of a bird in flight, a fish's scales glistening....the only way for me to describe it is through drawing.  I hope, that perhaps someday, my drawings can raise awareness for the animal habitats that are being destroyed, or about illegal poaching."

I take in what she says, and we both resume eating. 

"How about you?" she asks.

I pause, wondering what to say.  Looking around, I notice all kinds of drama unfold around me.  Relationships are starting to get more..intense, people fighting with each other.  I didn't come to get into drama, or find someone to date.  What did I come here for?  Suddenly, I have an answer.

"It's complicated.  You see, my parents have had five children, including myself being the second oldest.  We don't have much money, so when I see my parents in need, the only thing I could do was work more.  It was making me angry that my family was in such need, and I couldn't do anything about it.  That was when I decided to leave, as my brother did before me.  I just.....don't know what to do with my life now though.  Do I try going to college?  Should I just get a job?  I need answers."

"So it's kind of like a pilgrimage.....but you are not doing it for any religious reasons,"

I exclaim,"Hey, thats exactly like it is!  A pilgrimage....sort of has a ring to it, don't ya think?"

The conversation comes quickly after that, and we soon talk to eachother like old friends.  Whatever tomorrow's hike brings, I cannot wait to share it with Nikki, my new friend. 

submitted by Treble Clef
(March 27, 2017 - 7:18 pm)

~Aly~

Lunch was an absolute madness. Even the school cafeteria couldn't compare. 

I thought of Alexander. He probably would have been more open in this summer camp/hike. After all, he's the one who told me about it.

 

submitted by Lindsey H., age 12, MA
(March 28, 2017 - 2:12 pm)
I'm okay with this being a summer camp RP. But I'd still like to keep the hike. 
~Jeffrey 
We talk some more about our baseball teams, and subjects. Matt even pipes up once in a while, though I notice he sneaks a look at AJ once in a while. For some reason, she's with Harper, picking up the groups' trash! Isn't that the job of the head counselors? 
I turn my mind back to the conversation. Looking at Harper, I get an idea, and I say, "Wait, Noah, isn't your sister in tenth grade with us?" 
Noah scoffs. "Yeah, but she's a year younger." 
I notice Harper's head turn. 
"Skipped a grade, all that," Noah continues, oblivious. I am now deliberately goggling over his shoulder, trying to get him to pay attention to his sister. It's not working. "But I'm better at her than some things, even though that's not the first impression with some people. Honestly, my character might be better too--" 
I upgrade my stare to a full-fledged gawk, and he finally turns. Harper is right behind him, glaring at him. 
What happens after that is a little intense, and it ends with Noah getting knocked down by Harper. 
"Considering all the medication she takes, I'm surprised she can swing that hard," he groans, obviously in pain. I help him stand, and he uses me sort of as a crutch for a moment. We all watch the girls head for camp on the trail walk, though for completely different reasons. We hurry to keep up. 
~AJ
I talk to Harper and fill her in on what we've been talking about--school, the camp, art, and the boys. I almost roll my eyes when I get to that part, but stop myself. Harper's known me since we were toddlers, so she can probably tell what I'm thinking. I don't have a crush on anyone myself, plus I'm not really a fan of the whole thing (maybe it has something to do with being homeschooled until sixth grade), so I really care. 
But, because I'm a writer, I'm also observant, and right now I observe that Jeffrey is staring at Harper.  
I nudge her and point. She glances at Jeffrey, who quickly turns his head away. She turns back at me and shoves me playfully. I laugh. 
We start to talk, including Harper this time. I mostly listened, since I typically don't speak up, plus Nikkie and Harper and I are sharing a cabin. I look at Harper, who's talking softly. 
When Mrs. Reegan died, both Harper and I were devastated. Harper's mom was like a second mother to me. My friend hadn't died, but I knew it had been hard for her, to contact the same disease that her mom had had and survive. Survive--not live. I wondered if she sometimes wished she had died as well. 
Harper laughs and I shake myself out of my morbid train of thought. I swipe at my eyes, annoyed that they had started to tear up. If I started crying, I knew from past experience that I would never stop. 
We head off to the trail walk. Harper and I pick up the groups' garbage first--her mom had always had us enrolled in community service projects when she was alive, and while my mom kept up the tradition, she didn't have the enthusiasm for picking up garbage, sifting out recycling, rolling up blankets, and packing up kits, that Harper's mom did--and make a pit stop at the trash to drop it off. 
Noah, Jeffrey, and Matt are only about three feet away, chatting. Well, okay, Noah and Jeffrey are chatting. Matt stays silent. I tilt my ears and hear the words "--your sister in the tenth grade with us?" 
Noah scoffs. "Yeah, but she's a year younger. Skipped a grade, all that. But I'm better than her at some things, even though that's not the first impression with most people. Honestly, my character might be better too--" 
I stand frozen in shock as Harper yells at her brother and knocks him to the ground. I'd help, because honestly, Noah is being pretty rotten right now, but I don't want to be presumptive and help her if she didn't need it. 
Harper rejoins me, her arms stiff, and we scramble to catch up to the group. After that little scene, we're a few minutes late to the group, but we manage to get there on time. 
~~~ 
I hope that was okay, and also that I didn't control anyone's character too much!
-Nianad
submitted by Nianad
(March 28, 2017 - 6:28 pm)

You potrayed Harper's mom really well, Nianad! Except, she was shot while trying to protect people at a rally gone wrong.

Harper~

AJ and Matt set off on their walk to the dock, so I'm left inside with Nikkie and the two boys. Alisha and Aly are outside, either playing a game or reading something. I'm not sure.

I decide to watch the baseball game with everyone, but I keep my distance from Noah, so instead I sit by Nikkie.

Suddenly, a jolt of pain comes from my stomach and floods my entire body until there seems to be a red sheet in front of my eyes. However, as quickly as it was there, it quickly goes away. That was all too familiar.

I look down, hoping nobody noticed, and in a minute, I begin to watch the game again. But I couldn't help but notice at least one pair of eyes on me.

Matt~

I'm actually nervous. I'm not the best at starting conversations, so what do I say to AJ? But she takes care of it all, and soon we casually talk about our art classes and the different mediums that we are learning to use.

Pretty soon we reach the dock, and the sun is already beginning to set. Honestly, it's spectacular, and the sky is painted with purple, red, orange, pink, yellow, and a tint of dark and light blue that really makes it pop out but blend together at the same time. 

AJ brought pastels, and I brought watercolours, so our paintings will look different.

But what I really appreciate is the fact that there is somebody similar to me at this camp.

Noah~

Harper's sitting with Nikkie, and we all watch the baseball game. I'm rooting for the Cubs, as is Harper, but both Nikkie and Jeffery like the Giants.

While there's a commercial about pet foods, I can't help but notice Jeff looking at Harper in a weird way. When I look over at her, I notice a flash of apin is in her eyes, and I worry that something might be coming back. But she seems to be fine afterwards, so I just shrug it off and continue to watch the game.

I should probably call dad about it later. 

submitted by Killim
(March 29, 2017 - 7:42 pm)

Are we going on the hike or is this kind of like summer camp?

submitted by Treble Clef
(March 29, 2017 - 9:27 pm)

Is it too late to join old friend? I couldn't leave y'all forever!

Name: Jayleen (Jay-len)

Age: 15

Apperence: Chinese girl with black hair pale skin green eyes, long hair.

Personality: Funny, caring, can feel others emotions (It isn't a power, she just understands pepole better than others), can cook, likes to have a good time. 

Homelife: Babysitter, mother died in car accident, father is over-protective.

School life: That kid who had some really good friends, played viola in her orchestra, teachers hated her for day dreaming and drawing.

Other: Good artist, daydreams A LOT.  

 

 

submitted by Zen, age 13, China
(March 30, 2017 - 4:54 pm)
~AJ 
Lunch is loud. I want to stick wads of cotton in my ears, but I force myself to smile cheerfully, and resist the urge to put my hands over my ears. I also remind myself that yelling at people won't solve anything. I mean, it's tempting, but I'll regret it later. 
I scarf down my food and hurry away from the table. I just need to... get away for a moment. 
We explore and find out that the camp has a lake, and that we are far from being the only group of people at camp. I nod at a few people as I pass them, Harper at my side, but we eventually circle back as it gets closer to dinner. 
Most people are watching the baseball game. I tell Harper I'll see her later, and then set off for the docks with Matt. 
I glance over at him as we walk--well, no, not at HIM, at his art supplies--and I see that he brought watercolors. This reminds me of the discussion I had with Nikkie earlier today, about the various pros and cons of watercolors versus pastels. 
So I start to chat about mediums, and thankfully he joins in. Otherwise I would have been chatting to empty air for the entire time. 
I ask him if he plays any instruments, as we near the docks, and he says, 
"I play the violin in the school orchestra," and my eyes widen. 
"I play the flute, the piano, and the drums. I haven't tried a violin," I say. Most of my fictional characters play these instruments, and I decided that if i wanted to be able to write about them correctly, I would need to be able to play them properly. But I don't say that to Matt. 
"Wow," he responds, and our conversation comes to a lull as we reach the docks. 
I brought my extra-large sketchbook, so that I could maybe fit everything in, and pastels. 
"Oh, my stars," I gasp, looking at the sunset. It is absolutely beautiful, with streaks of purple, red, orange, yellow, pink, and a gorgeous indigo color that somehow, I only see at sunset. At dawn, there's usually more green in the sky. 
I whip out my cell phone, which I hardly ever use, except for taking pictures of my artwork, (Though they are nothing like the quality Harper can get on her camera) and texting Harper,  and take one quick shot of the sunset. There. Now I can compare it to my pastel painting later. 
I pull out my pastels and start to draw. 
It soothes me, the rhythmic sound of pastel over paper, and the feel of colors and art streaming from my fingers. 
And I'm not alone. I'm not used to sharing my art with anyone, except sometimes Harper, but here, at this camp, I have found someone similar to myself, who loves to make art. 
I glance sideways at his painting so far. He's sketching the the lighter colors first, blending the yellow and orange a bit, so that it looks like an apricot, with a brush. It looks way more like the sunset than what I have so far. He's good. He holds the brush lightly with his thin, long, musician's fingers, adjusting his grip as needed. 
I glance back and forth, from the sunset to my paper, drawing just the right pastel from my box. I have the deluxe advanced set, so I have pretty much every color. 
~Jeffrey 
My brother sets off for the docks with AJ. I settle into my chair some more, and fix my eyes on the screen. But before I do so, of course I have to glance over at Harper. She's looking at the screen, too, her black hair stuffed into the hood of a golden sweatshirt that is a little loose on her. She opted to sit by Nikkie, the girl that Noah is fixated on.
She also has really pretty green eyes, and she narrows them, a flash of pain shooting across her face. But it's gone so quickly that I wonder if I have imagined it or not. 
I notice Noah looking at me, and I quickly look back at the screen again. The last thing I want Noah to know is that I might possibly like his sister. 
"GO GIANTS!" I holler, as the game starts. Noah shoots me a look and throws out a counter-yell of his own. 
~~~
I think that in RP time, the hike starts tomorrow...And, as previously mentioned, I'm okay with having both the hike and having it be a summer camp after that. It's not my decision, though, since I did not create the RP. This RP is awesome! Let's keep it alive! 
-Nianad 
submitted by Nianad
(March 30, 2017 - 6:39 pm)
Harper~
I glare playfully at Jeffery as he shouts for his team. The Giants are winning, but I have a feeling in my gut that the Cubs will make a comeback. 
For once, that feeing is right. 
The Giants strike out, and when the next batter comes up to the plate, M. Kawasaki, No. 66, we all are on the edge of our seats. It's the very last inning and the last chance for the Cubs to win. 
Strike one. 
Strike two. 
Noah shouts at the TV and Jeffery and Nikkie laugh. 
The ball slows down time, and right as he hits it it reminds me of everything that has hit our family. 
It's a home run, and Noah jumps up, cheering loudly as Nikkie and Jeffery groan in despair. I clap loudly to try to mask what I just thought, and I try the best I can to make my eyes shield my emotions. Why do I have to be so negative? The Cubs won the game, for crying out loud!
Suddenly my phone buzzes, and I check it to see that AJ has sent me a text regarding the sunset date. I smile and consider going out to the second pier close to it to take pictures. I brought my Nikon with me, the newest one, the D80. I treat it like my child, and my brother thinks it's sad, but guys these days treat shoes the same way, so I don't want to hear anyone complaining. 
Before I officially decide to go to the other pier, Jeffery comes up to me. 
"Hey, so you want to head down the pier and see what the others are doing or something?"
His words kind of jumble up and I can't help but snicker inwardly. 
"Sure," I quietly reply. 
Ugh, I'm so awkward. 
I mention my camera and get it before we head out. Hopefully Noah didn't see what happened. 
Matt~
AJ's really good with pastels, and when I mention it, she blushes and compliments me too. Before I can stop myself, I begin to draw the waves on the ocean similar to the flow of AJ's brown hair. I realise that that must be weird, so I try to make it straight before I discover I've made a mess. 
I glance up as AJ laughs and asks, "Having trouble there?"
With actually socialising with you without making a fool out of myself, yeah. 
"No," I reply quickly, and smooth out the paint and blend it more before I finally fix it.
But I have a feeling that at one point, she'll notice before I can cover it up. 
submitted by Killim
(March 30, 2017 - 8:22 pm)

~Aly~

I sat on an old wooden log, my journal on my lap. I had been writing down anything to do with horses that might help me in the future.

Writing about horses reminded me about Mom. In fact, inside the cover of her journal held her scrawled signature. Ignoring that thought, I closed my journal.

I tugged at my pig-tails. I knew that most people considered them "little kid-ish", but it made it easier to work with horses.

I took a deep breath, and stood up.  

submitted by Lindsey H., age 12, MA
(March 31, 2017 - 2:03 pm)

Alisha:

Today's the day!  Today's the day we leave for the hike.  I wake up to people shoving their items into bags.  My eyes are too foggy to see clearly.  I've already packed, so I put my pillow over my ears.

"Get up!  Alisha, get up!" someone says

"I'm packed," I say groggily, but then I see why I should get up.

Everyone is almost ready.  I quickly brush and braid my hair loosely, dress into exercise-type clothing, and wash my face.  I feel like everyone's waiting for me, but actually we're all ready basically at the same time.  

"Let's go," Nikki says, and we're all marching through the winds, going over weeds, and sweating as the sun beats down on us.  For a long time, it's just silence. 

I start getting nervous, until a conversation strikes up.  Most of them like art, and I'm scared because I don't know the first thing about it.  Aly seems to like horses, which are interesting.  Soon, we stop to rest, and have a snack.  I get out my granola bar, and start munching on it.

"Maybe we should keep going.  We're missing daylight," I say, because the outdoors is the only think I actually know facts about, although most of it's common sense.

We munch as we walk, in silence once again.   My granola bar's sugar is so sweet, and the peanut buttery goodness....PEANUT BUTTER! 

I swallow, and talk,"Ummm....So do you guys have any allergies?"

"Well I have a casual allergy to peanuts, but it's nothing big.  Just, you know, can't eat it,"

"Can we rest now?" someone says, and I'm relieved they chose this moment.  

While everyone rests, I throw the granola bar into the water, and wash my hands with the soap I brought.  Not good for the enviorment....but it's only for very inportant times.

I go back to them, and think about how I don't know these people very well.  That needs to change.  Alone in the wilderness, we need to trust each other.

"It's time I actually introduced myself.  I'm Alisha, and I really like the outdoors.  That's why I decided to do this hike.  I hope we all become friends," I say, holding my breath because I'm nervous I said something wrong.

"Hi, I'm.." someone says.

I listen, savoring every word in relief.   

submitted by Treble Clef
(March 31, 2017 - 5:36 pm)
AAAGH. I'm late. I'll RP the hike tomorrow!
~AJ 
I sketch a particular curl of cloud, and take the opportunity to drink from my water bottle, and glance over at Matt. 
He's completely absorbed in his drawing, working on the ocean. He's pretty good at accommodating all the curves and ripples of the East Coast. I've completed most of the sunset, and am only just beginning to work on the ocean. 
I pull out my cell phone again, to update Harper, and send her a text message, including the picture of the sunset, and the words 'Half-finished!' 
She texts back a few minutes later, saying, '6-5 CUBS WON!' 
I grin at the text and reply with 'YAY!'  
I turn my phone off and slip it back into my pocket. I work on the blue-grey color of the sea, and then the reflections in the water. 
"That's really good," Matt says, looking over at my sunset picture. Surprised, I turn red, and say 
"Thank you. Yours is amazing." 
We go back to our drawings in silence. I'm not really sure what to say. It's kind of nice, just actually drawing in silence. I don't get too much silence at my house unless I lock the door to my room. Harper's really lucky that she only has one brother, even if he's being a jerk right now. I have a sort-of twin brother, Doren, and two older sisters, both of whom have become respectable things like doctors and professors. 
I, on the other hand, want to write. And probably illustrate my own books.  
My parents are sort of nonplussed about this right now, especially since Doren wants to become a teacher. They expect me to have nice, normal dreams that will be reliable. Of course, they still support me--or they act like they do--but I know that they'd rather I do something that THEY want me to do. 
I realize a few minutes have passed, again, in silence, while I was lost in thought. I have made a a red streak across the side of the ocean, and quickly cover it up with more blue. 
I look at the intricate curls of Matt's ocean, and then out at the Atlantic. It looks pretty similar, even though it's summer and the waves are going with the spirit of things and being lazy. It reminds me of the West Coast--I've been to Oregon all the time, since my mother has family there--although the sand is a different shade and there's more salt in the air here. 
Matt smears the curves of the grey-blue ocean and makes kind of a mess. 
I laugh. "Having trouble there?" I'm done with my painting, and have started work on a character sketch of Hadrinya in a ski outfit. 
He pauses, and then says, his brown eyes defensive, "No," and goes back to his painting. 
He manages to blend it and ends up making it look more beautiful than before.
I draw the lines of the coat that Hadrinya is wearing--she's an Elf princess of the mountains, but that would take too long to explain--and move over to a fan fiction sketch I did a while ago of Annabeth Chase. I stare at it for a minute, and then glance over at Matt. He's absorbed in finishing his painting, so I start to sketch him. 
My hands fly over the paper. It takes me a full fifteen minutes to make a complete rough sketch of Matt, complete with messy light brown hair which I use a pastel to shade. Not wanting him to see what I'm doing, I flip the pages to a sketch I made a while back of Harper and myself, from a photograph. 
I stare at it. Harper's glossy black hair was longer than it is now, and I had used colors on the sketch. My hair is pulled up in my usual ponytail in the sketch, but I'm struck at how much happier I look. Our arms are around each other and we're laughing. 
I look at the date I wrote onto the paper and smile tiredly: of course. This was before Harper's mother died. 
Matt finishes up his watercolor painting, and I hurriedly flip through the pages to my painting, only to find that I've stopped at my sketch of Matt. 
Oops. 
Before he or I can say anything, we hear two sets of footsteps behind us and I almost jump out of my skin. 
Matt does too, and his watercolor brush goes flying. Reflexively, I reach out to catch it and grab it inches before it hits the Atlantic. My pastels have already been packed away. 
I turn and see Harper and Jeffrey. 
~Jeffrey 
The game is tense. It looks like the Giants will win, and I cheer them every chance I get. It's the last inning, and Noah is on edge too. 
Strike one... strike two... Noah gets up and yells at the TV. Nikkie and I laugh. 
Then the Cubs hit a home run, and Noah does a little victory dance, cheering at the top of his lungs, while Harper claps. Nikkie and I groan, and I clutch my head in my hands in mock despair. 
Harper checks her phone, and I walk behind her, and see her informing AJ of the victory. I can tell it's from AJ because it has 'AJ' at the top and contains a picture of the gorgeous, almost-over sunset. 
I get an idea. 
I come around in front of her and rush my words out, wincing inwardly. "Hey, so do you want to head down the pier and see what the others are doing or something?" 
"Sure," she quietly says, and I feel a rush of relief. 
"Let me get my camera first, though," she adds, moving off to her cabin and then coming back with a sleek black camera hanging around her neck. Then we walk down to the ocean and come up behind AJ and Matt, who are both still drawing. I accidentally step on a creaky part of the pier, and both of them jump, sending Matt's brush flying. AJ reaches out like a Jedi or something and catches it right before it hits the water. 
She looks at Harper and raises her eyebrows. Harper rolls her eyes and holds up her camera, snapping a picture of AJ against the sunset. 
~~~
Sorry this is so long! I wanted to cover everything...
-Nianad
submitted by Nianad
(March 31, 2017 - 8:30 pm)