The cigarette dangling from Elizabeth Sweeney's mouth drew some unkind looks from the campers playing basketball, but she ignored them, simply taking another drag whenever a dirty look was cast her way.
Perhaps it was because her lungs shouldn't have been as good as she was at playing basketball that aroused the unnecessary glares. Was that... jealousy she sensed?
She's been playing for about a half hour before deciding to take a break. The rotted bench seemed comfortable enough to lounge in for a bit; as soon as she got to the seat she pulled her legs up onto it and leaned back against the arm. She then dug through her short's pocket in search for the pink plastic lighter that she'd forced an Apollo kid to hand over.
When she took the cigarette away from her mouth and blew out smoke, another camper gave her a dirty look, and she gave one right back.
The solid blue shirt she wore was ill-fitting and baggy, so she bunched up the fabric around her waist and knotted it. The black shorts were tight and went mid-thigh, and her auburn hair was pulled back into a high-set ponytail.
It wasn't long until she through down the cigarette, squashed it under her sneaker, and stood to play some more.