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by daddeme 10/5/2014, 5:41 pm”Of all of the possibilities in our mother’s godly body, I had to get pinned with an imbecile like you.”
Angry was an understatement. Not only did Fridge hate her brother for being stupid, but she was also forced to look after him after a few hours watching her “inner peace” video. The yoga did help, though. Her muscles were stiff and sore from the unexpected swim yesterday at the lake. (Some idiot pulled her into the water after she pushed him because “he couldn’t swim” or something like that; luckily Fridge cared enough about those extra drachmas to pull the kid out of the water with her). Today, each step or slight movement of the body made her wince and she was forced to pay more attention than usual to her self empowerment plan. It was surprising how much some tea, a little bit of yoga, and a daily goal changed the way she saw life. In three months she had managed to move from a pessimistic view of a world run by idiots to a more realistic, modern view of an earth run by idiots. Unfortunately the next chapter of her “discovery” was learning more about the people you surround yourself with. Who would that be? Her siblings from the Khione Cabin. Unfortunately her idiot brother was included in that group.
Right now, Ezra was currently stuck the the ice statue of Khione on the small balcony that seemed to protect the cabin from the other campers. The minor ice goddess’ cabin was easily one of the most beautiful cabins at the camp, what with the i small snow crystals that occasionally whipped by and the lovely colors. The wood that made it up looked like something you’d see at a ski resort, or somewhere on a Christmas special from the 50s. Despite the beauty of the cabin, there was a more serious and important matter it faced: the scared-looking 17-year-old boy stuck by his tongue to one of the icicles that hung from the hand of which dangled freely at the sculpture’s side. Two minutes. Fridge had left him alone for two minutes just so she could look at the next step to learning about her influences. And in those two minutes Ezzy had taken up a dare from some random littler Hermes boy to stick his tongue to ice. Now Fridge stood with her hands on her wide hips, ivory face morphed into an expression of both disgust and embarrassment. Her ironically warm brown eyes stared daggers first at the fraternal twit before her, then around the area for someone from her cabin - anyone - to aid her as she mentally scrolled down the list in her head.
Alicia looks busy...Where’s Kennedy? She’s tolerable...Damn it! I wish I knew more of these imbeciles!
In that moment, Fridge recalled one of the other names that seemed to be implanted in her head. She remembered it briefly from the “Welcome to Camp!” tour she was forced to go on when she first arrived here. The counselor of the Khione Cabin should be around here somewhere, right? Maybe she could help. Fridge groaned though at another thought - What was her name again? She cursed again, this one aimed more towards her brother for forcing her to have to go through all of this trouble in the first place. She leaned against the doorframe of the cabin, watching and listening to her brother’s pitiful whimpers of regret until someone decided to help.
Angry was an understatement. Not only did Fridge hate her brother for being stupid, but she was also forced to look after him after a few hours watching her “inner peace” video. The yoga did help, though. Her muscles were stiff and sore from the unexpected swim yesterday at the lake. (Some idiot pulled her into the water after she pushed him because “he couldn’t swim” or something like that; luckily Fridge cared enough about those extra drachmas to pull the kid out of the water with her). Today, each step or slight movement of the body made her wince and she was forced to pay more attention than usual to her self empowerment plan. It was surprising how much some tea, a little bit of yoga, and a daily goal changed the way she saw life. In three months she had managed to move from a pessimistic view of a world run by idiots to a more realistic, modern view of an earth run by idiots. Unfortunately the next chapter of her “discovery” was learning more about the people you surround yourself with. Who would that be? Her siblings from the Khione Cabin. Unfortunately her idiot brother was included in that group.
Right now, Ezra was currently stuck the the ice statue of Khione on the small balcony that seemed to protect the cabin from the other campers. The minor ice goddess’ cabin was easily one of the most beautiful cabins at the camp, what with the i small snow crystals that occasionally whipped by and the lovely colors. The wood that made it up looked like something you’d see at a ski resort, or somewhere on a Christmas special from the 50s. Despite the beauty of the cabin, there was a more serious and important matter it faced: the scared-looking 17-year-old boy stuck by his tongue to one of the icicles that hung from the hand of which dangled freely at the sculpture’s side. Two minutes. Fridge had left him alone for two minutes just so she could look at the next step to learning about her influences. And in those two minutes Ezzy had taken up a dare from some random littler Hermes boy to stick his tongue to ice. Now Fridge stood with her hands on her wide hips, ivory face morphed into an expression of both disgust and embarrassment. Her ironically warm brown eyes stared daggers first at the fraternal twit before her, then around the area for someone from her cabin - anyone - to aid her as she mentally scrolled down the list in her head.
Alicia looks busy...Where’s Kennedy? She’s tolerable...Damn it! I wish I knew more of these imbeciles!
In that moment, Fridge recalled one of the other names that seemed to be implanted in her head. She remembered it briefly from the “Welcome to Camp!” tour she was forced to go on when she first arrived here. The counselor of the Khione Cabin should be around here somewhere, right? Maybe she could help. Fridge groaned though at another thought - What was her name again? She cursed again, this one aimed more towards her brother for forcing her to have to go through all of this trouble in the first place. She leaned against the doorframe of the cabin, watching and listening to her brother’s pitiful whimpers of regret until someone decided to help.
