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savetheearth2013-08-25 01:08 pm
not_good_not_wicked) wrote in savetheearth2013-08-25 01:08 pm
Trying to forget about the school year [log]
Who: Anyone who might have seen or heard about this post
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.
It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.
"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.
[The next morning...]
For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.
As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.
It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.
"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.
[The next morning...]
For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.
As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.
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Gigglethings.
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[ Thoughtful face. Hmmm. ]
Okay, cancel the "pretty please"s. If I'm going to blackmail you then I need to really exploit this shit! Think of something I really really want. Make the most of it!
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[TIME TO BRING OUT THE SHOUNEN DETERMINATION]
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[ Boop. ]
You are going to cave and you are going to cave now. And you are going to agree to be my sneaky accomplice for my sneaky plan! My cape plan. Give it up, Alan!
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[oh god]
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You're going to be my drug mule.
Only for capes.
Cape mule.
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[Face. In. Hands.]
Why do you even need to bring capes.
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[ Okay this is serious business realtalk time
so Tavia takes Alan's face in her hands
and looks into his eyes
and whispers: ]
Kanti is The Man. And we are all about sticking it to The Man. Right?
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[Sticking it to The Man does seem like the right thing to do. Even if it's done with capes.]
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And nobody will even see you in the cape because you will be hiding it.
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Okay, you're right. I mean I dunno about capes being an art form but she shouldn't be telling you what to do!
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[ LET OPERATION: SUCK IT KANTI BEGIN. BWAHAHAHAHAAA ]