Marionette sat in the tree he had found earlier with his feet kicking beneath him. The boy had done his makeup that day so his face was painted like the puppets he had grown up loving. It was a bit of an odd thing for him to do but since he knew nothing of his past he had to do something fun. Listening to the haunting tune of his music box as he sat there he swayed a bit and wondered if he would finally have the afternoon to himself.
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She could've found the place in her sleep, but somehow her feet were simply not finding the way today. It was so bizarre. Maddy stopped next to a stump and looked around with her fists on her hips, before simply sitting down on the stump.
She didn't know why she had felt like going to the treehouse today -- I guess I just want to know for sure. Suddenly, movement caught her gaze.
"Oh. Hey!"
It was Marionette, the silent guy of her cabin. "What are you doing out here?"
OOC: She's wearing very... Maddy clothes: a Maui tropical dress, sandals, and a pair of canari yellow sunglasses with little pineapple details. Also, she's carrying her machete.
She didn't know why she had felt like going to the treehouse today -- I guess I just want to know for sure. Suddenly, movement caught her gaze.
"Oh. Hey!"
It was Marionette, the silent guy of her cabin. "What are you doing out here?"
OOC: She's wearing very... Maddy clothes: a Maui tropical dress, sandals, and a pair of canari yellow sunglasses with little pineapple details. Also, she's carrying her machete.
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The tall lanky teen noticed Maddy below him and blushed as he shrugged his shoulders. He really did hate talking, no matter how many times people said his voice was rich and relaxing. The music from his music box continued to play as he listened and kicked his feet in tempo.
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