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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 26, 2006 17:48:56 GMT 1
Brooklyn smirked.
"Yeah, I've been told that a few times." He muttered. The teen fiddled with his tunic hastily. He really didn't know what to do with himself now that the blading tournament had finished. He was currently becoming more lost. In the back of his mind, Brooklyn new that he had came on the camp trip to find out if he really wanted to blade anymore.
What was he going to do now?
Brooklyn blinked as his inner monologue concluded. He looked up at the girl. "...Why are you here?" He asked, not meaning to sound rude, more trying to make petty conversation.
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Post by Maria Li Balkowitz on Apr 26, 2006 19:29:42 GMT 1
- Heh? Oh, I got sent here by BBA in Norway for training and getting friends in other countries. I'm the team captain for the Norwegian team. But since my country haves such a bad budget for public stuff, they could afford to send me. I'm missing my team, that's why I'm crying, said Maria, with a half-choked voice.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 26, 2006 20:37:52 GMT 1
Brooklyn blinked.
"Um... I'm sorry, but I really don't know how to make you feel better." He said quietly. It wasn't like Brooklyn had had alot of teams in the past, or friends, or anybody to become attached to. Brooklyn looked away, almost as if ashamed. Would be you be ashamed if you can't feel anything except confusion and pity? Maybe Brooklyn really was psychotic. Who knew.
Brooklyn returned his glaze to the window. He didn't understand what he could do to stop the girl from crying. Heck, Brooklyn wouldn't have known she was crying if she hadn't mentioned it.
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Post by Maria Li Balkowitz on Apr 27, 2006 13:22:09 GMT 1
The Scandinavian couldn't believe her own ears. But she had heard from people that he had a bad past. The girl didn't had an easy past either; she had been teased, pestered, tormented and partly bullied for 8 years. Mostly by kids that thought she was weird.
- It's OK Brooklyn, said Maria, still not wiping her tears. Why was Ray suddenly so quiet? The petite girl turned. - Hey Ray? Are you alright?asked the teen.
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Post by admin on Apr 28, 2006 15:00:50 GMT 1
"Yeah" Rei said. He had been listening to Brooklyn's and Maria's conversation. He then walked out from the tent.
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Post by Brooklyn on Apr 28, 2006 15:47:15 GMT 1
Brooklyn watched Rei leave, almost looking confused. The boy sighed feeling a little upset about Rei leaving. It felt like Rei was leaving because of him. The teen looked down at the floor.
"Maybe you should go see what's wrong with Rei." He said, looking back out of the tent window.
He definitely shouldn't have came here.
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Post by Maria Li Balkowitz on Apr 30, 2006 17:16:41 GMT 1
- Yeah, I can feel that something is wrong here, said Maria. She went out of the tent, and saw Ray. The small girl catched up with him and laid a hand on his shoulder. - Ray, are you sure you're OK? I just wanna know, you're acting a little abnormal, said the brunette.
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Post by admin on May 1, 2006 8:03:11 GMT 1
"I'm fine." Rei said. He then walked into the hospital tent.
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Post by Maria Li Balkowitz on May 1, 2006 19:16:13 GMT 1
'He can't be fine'thought the girl. She saw the other teen walk into the hospital tent.
Maria sneaked around the telt and found a peg which was a little loose. She pulled it out and crawled under the opening with no difficulty. The brunette sat the tent peg back when she was inside.
Then, the Scandinavian dicovered that she was under a bed. Maria hid her body with some bags that stood there, and kept her mouth shut.
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Post by Brooklyn on May 24, 2006 15:45:29 GMT 1
Brooklyn raised his turquoise eyes and looked round the room, a small smile appearing once he realized the room was empty. Finally, the boy had a little space. he leaned back on the chair he was sat on, the faint smile still in place, and closed his eyes contentedly.
The unique character found himself becoming more relaxed. His silky, Orange hair flopped in front of his eyes, but he didn't bother to move it back into place. He just started to hum to himself softly, when Brooklyn was alone, it was the only time he could relax, and be in his cool, calm, collected posture.
Brooklyn's eyes snapped open and he bolted up in his chair. Something wasn't right. Brooklyn briskly walked out of the tent. It seemed logical, If you feel at unease then move away from the source, in Brooklyn's case, it was the tent.
He sighed.
~I'm not going to enjoy this camp, am I?
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