The date being what it was, Rory had come back to her room and just sat and stared at her wall for awhile. Then she slowly got up, and spent the next two hours getting ready ( Read more... )

Rory was there, dressed in a light, summery dress and perched on a rock ( Read more... )

Rory had left the bonfire and decided to go for a walk.

Somewhere along the way, Sam's cookies had lost their power over her, and she had realized that she was not Frenchy.

And then the day came flooding back.

( Linkdrop is the wooooooord *is lame* )

Rory had picked a very shady spot today and was lying on her back, fanning herself with a book and stretching out her feet in the hopes that they'd feel a little better after her workshop that morning.

And, naturally, she was waiting for someone. Why else would she hang out in the woods when she had an air-conditioned cabin?

Rory stretched languidly on the blanket up on the beach, on her stomach in a pretty sundress and reading a book of poetry by Robert Frost. She had taken care of her sunscreen thing, and based on a tip from her grandmother, oddly enough, she knew to have the Chanel No. 5 she had been given that Christmas on hand for bugs. Not that there were many ( Read more... )

Rory was curled up with her back against a rock.

She was reading A Mencken Chrestomathy and definitely not pouting. Because that would be silly, as she had no reason whatsoever to be pouting.

Though, honestly, if she was pouting, and it was because of one person, way to pick the one place where said person would definitely find her.

After spending the night in Flamingo, Rory went back to MeerkatIt was still invisible. Rory was sad ( Read more... )

After handwavey oh-so-sneakily getting away from their cabins that night, Rory and Anakin made their way to a convenient abandoned shack.

"Do you think it's icky in there?" Rory asked, looking up at him with blankets in her arms.

[There'll eventually be some kinda violent dream imagery in the comments, just so's y'all are warned. And yeah, posted ( Read more... )

Rory left a note for her cabinmates stuck to the door of the bathroom, pulled on a black sweatshirt with the hood up for maximum sneakiness, and tucked a few things plus a much-happier Vladdie into a bag.

She snuck out towards the path that would take them quickest to the school, and waited in the shadows.

[That Rory's not in Meerkat for the ( Read more... )

Rory, who had thoughtfully brought an old blanket to sit on rather than someone's robe, was sitting as far away from anything resembling poison ivy as she could get.

She was carefully rubbing sunscreen on her legs, because even if it was cloudy, there was still a risk.

She was learning, damn it.