[IC] Pre-thread w/goddanit and philososper: Getting into the swing of it!
Summer camp. Just the very words tend to evoke a strong mental image of canoeing on the lake, hiking through the woods, making silly arts and crafts, and generally doing normal outdoors-y things to pass the time. I may not be John Wayne or the type to enjoy being out in the wilderness for very long periods of time, but everyone has their moments when they think they'd give something new a try. After all, didn't Edison invent the lightbulb by constantly trying new ideas for it?
Of course, I thought nothing of the name. English isn't my forte so for all I knew "Fuckudie" was some obscure word in the Chippawa language instead of what it actually sounded like. I was going away for a few months with no annoying little sister underfoot, no annoying Brigade leader following at my heels expecting me to answer her every beck and call, and no esper giving me that ~*~smile~*~ (for you folks following at home: the guy warrants the tildes) twenty-four-seven. No. For once, life would be normal. Life would be peaceful. Life was full of promise and hope! Even if there was a 'Beware of Zombies' label on the back of the brochure with a picture of some pop singer who passed away recently. No one can blame me for thinking it was a joke, right?
Hey! Me from two weeks ago! Can you turn around and tell Mom 'no' for me? Turns out the part about the zombie warning is the only part of the brochure that was true!
[And here is Kyon, with his duffel bag under one arm, his suitcase by his feet, and his face firmly planted in his palm upon getting out of the car, signing in, and finding himself stranded in this insane asylum part of camp by way of his mother having already driven off!
He also seems to be tempting fate talking to himself:]
It could be worse.... those two could be here, too.
Of course, I thought nothing of the name. English isn't my forte so for all I knew "Fuckudie" was some obscure word in the Chippawa language instead of what it actually sounded like. I was going away for a few months with no annoying little sister underfoot, no annoying Brigade leader following at my heels expecting me to answer her every beck and call, and no esper giving me that ~*~smile~*~ (for you folks following at home: the guy warrants the tildes) twenty-four-seven. No. For once, life would be normal. Life would be peaceful. Life was full of promise and hope! Even if there was a 'Beware of Zombies' label on the back of the brochure with a picture of some pop singer who passed away recently. No one can blame me for thinking it was a joke, right?
Hey! Me from two weeks ago! Can you turn around and tell Mom 'no' for me? Turns out the part about the zombie warning is the only part of the brochure that was true!
[And here is Kyon, with his duffel bag under one arm, his suitcase by his feet, and his face firmly planted in his palm upon getting out of the car, signing in, and finding himself stranded in this insane asylum part of camp by way of his mother having already driven off!
He also seems to be tempting fate talking to himself:]
It could be worse.... those two could be here, too.