B is for Blundering Baboon

Mariasonia was fuming. Literally, fuming. The tips of her ears were red and her white lace peplum blouse stood out in stark contrast to the burgundy of her cheeks. How could someone be so disrespectful? So rude? It was infuriating!

Her hair flew behind her as she stalked through the fallen leaves. It was sure to be a cold winter, and though the camp barrier kept most of the chill out, her boots were a privilege she was very grateful for.

As she walked through the trees, though, she found that she was soon able to calm down. Her rage was quickly reduced to a small, pounding headache, as she leaned up against a relatively tall oak and sighed. She closed her, taking a few seconds to further cool off, before being interrupted by a scrambling bush. Her eyes snapped open, and she scanned for the source, straightening up and waiting for her oncoming attacker. What would it be? A hellhound? Oh, she dreaded those. The torturous thoughts spawned by her imagination grew and grew, until her enemy showed its face. She yelped, jumping back quickly and landing on her butt as a horrible, hideous, terrifying...

Deer galloped away from her. Really? Gods, she needed some tea. Or some sleep. That was embarrassing. Good thing no one had been around to see that.

Lou was quite happy with himself, really. After the little scuffle he was very high spirits. Not to mention the completely hatred some people had for him, and it was obvious. After all, getting run out of a library is always interesting. But he still walked out with his book, and after leaving it on his bunk in cabin eleven, he was off again to search for quiet. More often than not, he preferred the forest to anything else.
As soon as he entered the dark woods, his tension began to subside, and instead of an angry subliminal happiness, he felt more calm, and enjoyed it. Or maybe it was the day's sixth cigarette, which he put out on a tree stump. Using his little power of silent steps, he stepped through the forest towards his favorite place, the only sounds he made being the occaisional twig snap.
He was fine until he came along a little clearing, with a little girl in it. It was that little b!tch from the library. He ducked behind a tree quickly, as to not make himself seen until he wished. His steps may be silent, but he's not invisible.
He saw her jump at the sight of a deer and smiled. This girl was nothing.
"So, you came looking for me!" He said, stepping out from behind the tree, grinning. "How did you know this was where I was gonna be?"

She turned to face the new noise, scowling darkly as she realized it was the some idiot from the library. "Naturally. I tend to go looking for idiotic scum. True, I took you as the stuck-up sort, but never the kind to be so self-centered to believe that everyone is as stupid as you. I don't waste time on fools," She replied, lifting her head in a very snotty way, making a point of turning away from him.

"Now, why don't I go my own way, you go yours, and we can just forget that I ever had to experience such a mistake of humanity, hmm?" She lulled, shrugging her bag higher on her shoulder and lightly ruffling through it. The longer she spent with this kid, the more edge she lost. Maybe he'd followed her out here. rue, she had no proof, but he definitely looked criminal enough. Oh, gods, what if he...

That was it. She couldn't take any chances. She would be in no position to defend herself in such a situation, and it would be wise to return to the comfort of her cabin and her knitting. Yes. Knitting. Think of those sweet needles, just calling to you...

Lou Hiatt wasn't even dented. "Something to know, honey," he said, coming to her side and leaning in close. "I'm the most self-obsessed person you'll ever meet." He laughed softly. God, he hated her so much. And he's only known her for thirty minutes! "Not even you could be more narcissistic than I."
He was tempted to reach for her hand, but he figured he might get stabbed, and no one wants that, right? He instead just looked at her, while running a thin hand through his dark hair, spiking it up a bit more. He set his face to a small smirk and sleepy-looking eyes. His smolder.

She took a step back as he grew closer to her, nervously bumping into a tree. "What do you mean by that. I'm not narcissist. I'm simply better than some low-life, and I'm entirely honest about that. And what's so bad about honesty?" She asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and hastily looking for a way out of this situation.

The Victorian beauty was a bit of a pacifist, but the fact that she may have to use violence in this situation was pretty obvious. After all, nothing was more dangerous than teenage boys. Especially ones with black hair. They were obviously dangers to society, with their gang-boundling and robberies. Gods, she needed a pipe right around now. Or knitting needles. But preferably a pipe. She twisting her silver ring slightly, ready to spring into action if needed.

Lou's smolder turned into a face of fake offense. Eyes wide, mouth open in a shocked 'o', and a hand on his chest. "Low-life!" he exclaimed. He had absolutely never heard that before. Never ever!
He stepped back onto his heels, succeeding at digging the back of his Converse into the mud. He totally meant to do that. "You know," he started, wanting to bait her, "usually when someone calls me a low-life, they're not much better themselves."
In a sick way he loved to see her scared and uncomfortable. She was the type of person he wouldn't touch with a seven foot pole, and it was becoming more obvious as time went that his hate for her would only accumulate and burn strong. She was conceited and stuck up and so goddamn preppy. A supposed figure of a good citizen. She disgusted him. And he was glad he did the same to her.
"Ever thought about that, princess?"

"Princess? I beg your pardon. If I were a princess, I'd have people to make sure that I was kept away from your kind." She retorted, her blind rage overcoming her fear as she pushed off against the tree and stepped closer to him. Dammit, why did she have to be so short.

"And I am in no way a low-life. How dare you compare me to your class of sick muck-snipes and munz-watchers. I am a well-educated, respectable lady, and I will not be so insulted!" She replied, before realizing that people might not use a few of those terms anymore.

"Now, I have frankly grown sick of this idiotic conversation. Admitted, I have time to waste, but I don't plan on wasting it on scum like you. So if you would kindly step aside..."

Lou stopped listening promptly after 'pardon.' He watched her flap her mouth up and down and he heard her words. He definitely heard that grating sound chop up his poor eardrums. How would he ever sing again if he's deaf? Oh what a cruel world. Lou can't even sing. But he'll probably sing worse after this, he's sure of it. He looked down on her as she yelled about blah blah insulted blah blah.
His vision clouded and he got a brilliantly horrible idea. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He placed his other hand on the back of her neck, and kissed her deeply, the way he's done thousands of times with countless other girls.
And then the world was in fast forward again, and Lou pushed her away once again. He spit on the ground in front of her and scowled. Storming, he left the forest, back to wherever the hell he wanted to go.

Mariasonia was about to continue with her rant, after noticing that he didn't move, but she was reduced to wide eyes and a gaping mouth when his arms somehow ended up around her waist. "What...what are you-" she stuttered out, before being quickly cut off by his own lips. Her wide eyes stayed open as she remained caught like a deer in headlights. He pushed her away, but she didn't even notice. It was like she was completely numb with shock. What the hell had just happened? Her hand slowly moved up towards her face, unable to believe that the previous moment had just transgressed. But then something even more confusing happened: He walked away.

If she had been thinking, she would've been ridiculously throwing crazed punches at him, ordering him to stay back and explain. The only problem was, she wasn't thinking. At least, not until she saw his figure completely disappear. When he did, though, it was as if a blind had been removed from her eyes.

"Hey!" she yelled, chasing after for only about three steps or so, before realizing that the entire thing was over. Catching up would just mean continuing the conversation she had been desperate to get out of. She should be happy. Then why did she feel so confused, and maybe even slightly disappointed? Maybe it was because she was so used to getting answers. After doing so many studies on so many topics, she'd gotten used to being satisfied with something. Now, though, she had the same feeling she experienced every time she was brought back to the case of her sister. Confusion, frustration, helplessness, and disappointment.

After a while of just kind of standing there, she slowly began to make her way back to the camp. She had no idea what had just happened, and she didn't even know if she wanted to, but she definitely never wanted to see that boy again.

OOC: Long post, sorry. xD So any ideas for the Time, Place, and Plot for the next one?

ooc: IM SO EXCITED okay so i'll start the next one. maybe somewhere crowded. how about, the arena, during an apollo sing along thingy?

OOC: Yeah, sure :) Sounds good! Happy thanksgiving, btw!

ooc: you too!! <3 ilu!