i don't even know what this is please forgive me oh god
Arthur is sleeping peacefully in his bunk, perhaps a little hot inside his sleeping bag made for subzero temperatures, but peacefully nonetheless. It is hedging on five in the morning, and if the sun has started to rise at all it is hardly noticeable, and it should be foggy outside at this hour, being near the lake and all, but Arthur does not know these things because Arthur is tucked into one of the ten top bunks in the cabin of 20 boys (well, 19 boys and one adult) just like he should be. Like all the boys in Camp Lakewood should beBut all the boys in Camp Lakewood are not tucked into their bunks sleeping. And Arthur finds this out when he jerks awake to the sounds of his cabin, number 17, being laid under some sort of siege. Things are hurling against all four walls, making them shake and groan, it almost sounds like explosions, and all the boys twitch and stir out of their dreams. Arthur goes from discombobulated to scared (only like, four seconds of scared, gosh) before
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pt 2 of pt 1hungerpunchFebruary 9 2011, 06:03:36 UTC
The next morning, cabin 17 is once again roused at five in the morning, this time by a chorus of voices singing something incoherent through the walls. This time Arthur doesn't get curious, he gets instantly angry. He can hear Baloo verbally echoing his sentiments, swearing under his breath. "Jesus Christ," their counselor gripes, pulling on a shirt before stepping outside to determine the source of the noise. Arthur stays in his bunk a few minutes, not willing to submit himself to another round of unpleasantness. But when a few minutes passes, and Baloo doesn't come back, and the voices don't stop, Arthur bites his lip, worried for their fearless leader. He journeys down from his bunk and creeps to the door, one or two of the other boys trailing behind him this time. Cabin 26, because Arthur just assumes that it is them again, loop their crude melody for a fifth time and Arthur huffs
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pt 3 of pt 1 wtf word limits gahhaeiourjewrer.hungerpunchFebruary 9 2011, 06:03:57 UTC
He just stands in mute shock as a taller, more filled-out boy stops in front of Arthur and holds out his rose. "This is for you," the boy says with some sort of accent, British it sounds like, but Arthur is no expert on accents. Arthur takes the flower dumbly, not even sparing it a glance. The other kid's got incredibly lush lips for a boy, but Arthur only notices this because of the curvy smirk that's being directed at him by said lush lips. "I'm sorry for hitting you yesterday," the stranger continues. Then he's serious, reaching out a hand, splaying it over Arthur's chest which is now lightly bruised and Arthur becomes horribly aware that he isn't wearing a shirt, and tries to take a step back but oh, too late, his back was already against the wall to begin with. "I didn't mean to hurt you..." he presses his hand lightly, as if testing for a reaction, waiting for a wince or a gasp. Instead, Arthur begins to blush with outrageous acceleration. There's an awkward pause and then the lips are curling devilishly again. "Does it hurt?"
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someone stop me this is already WAYTOOLONGCabin 17 extracts their revenge at the mess hall during breakfast. The way the dining system works is that a chunk of cabins are called at once to get up and file through the enormous kitchen to load their plates up with breakfast items before coming back out to the hall and eating. Cabin 17 is called and they all go through the routine but when they sit down they do not start eating. Instead they all hover on the edges of their seats, exchanging secretive glances with each other. When cabins 24, 25, and 26 are called, Baloo and his campers spring from their perches as soon as the last boy has disappeared into the kitchen. They cross the hall and work efficiently, glooping three bottles worth of mayonnaise onto cabin 26's bench and table. The boys not squirting the condiment out are in charge of scraping it evenly across the surfaces with butter knives or other utensils. They work fast, anxiety nipping at their heels even though between the 20 of them the work gets done in under three minutes
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Of course, cabin wars are like civil wars that go on so long people don't remember why they started. At some point you realize you're just fighting to avenge the people who came before you, and the people who come after you fight to avenge you. It's about honor, Baloo assures them, it's about brotherhood. Cabin wars are sacred, their counselor insists, a tradition that must forever be carried on. Thus, a week later, cabin 17 and cabin 26 are still one-upping each other on the daily
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He is right. When they reach said cabin, Baloo stamps up onto the porch and knocks at the door rapidly. "Trouble!" he bellows. "Trouble you better get out here right now!" Trouble does emerge after a minute, blinking at the sight of an enraged Baloo.
"So," a British voice sounds close behind him while the boys are crowded around the industrial sinks of the kitchen, filling up gallon jugs with water. "Never thought we'd be working together. It's really a dream come true
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The two counselors rouse their suddenly very unwilling campers the promised four hours later and they roll up their makeshift beds, placing them back in the wagon, before trekking up the hill to the Hilton. As many of them can fit file inside, Arthur and Eames included, and this time, nobody makes an attempt to be quiet. The thirty boys that can't squeeze in surround the cabin and press their faces to the windows. Trouble starts flickering the cabin's lights on and off and Baloo cups his hands and yells, "Rise and shine! Up, up, up ladies!"
The girls come awake groggily, peering up at them with confused, sleepy eyes and messy hair. The counselor of the cabin rouses fastest and assesses the situation even faster, but when she opens her mouth to start hollering or whatever, Baloo speaks first. "Hey Gizmo! It was awfully nice of you to break into our cabin and leave sugar all over everything," he says with creepy cheer. "I'm going to let you foot our cleaning bill--"
The boys have a full day of activites to complete, and despite the giddy euphoria over the fact that the Hilton doesn't even make an appearance at the mess hall for breakfast, after a few hours of being outdoors on four hours of sleep, they start to wilt. Arthur's feeling it the worst; what started as a headache has become a fully fledged migraine. It doesn't sit heavy in the base of his skull, no, it is flaring and scraping out over the entire right side of his brain and no matter the amount of water he drinks it does not abate. When Baloo catches him sitting on a log off to the side of the group with his head in his hands and his face screwed up, he orders Arthur off to the TLC. Arthur does not need to be told twice
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Re: pt. 2G FINISHED WITH PT 2 OMGeternalsojournFebruary 10 2011, 05:56:30 UTC
Holy shit, GREENGREENGREEN! I was for reals, no joke, fist pumping and grinning like and idiot at these cabin wars. And I didn't even go to camp when I was a kid. Oh, and that head rub. Hmmmmmmmm. *Contented sigh*
Arthur is sleeping peacefully in his bunk, perhaps a little hot inside his sleeping bag made for subzero temperatures, but peacefully nonetheless. It is hedging on five in the morning, and if the sun has started to rise at all it is hardly noticeable, and it should be foggy outside at this hour, being near the lake and all, but Arthur does not know these things because Arthur is tucked into one of the ten top bunks in the cabin of 20 boys (well, 19 boys and one adult) just like he should be. Like all the boys in Camp Lakewood should beBut all the boys in Camp Lakewood are not tucked into their bunks sleeping. And Arthur finds this out when he jerks awake to the sounds of his cabin, number 17, being laid under some sort of siege. Things are hurling against all four walls, making them shake and groan, it almost sounds like explosions, and all the boys twitch and stir out of their dreams. Arthur goes from discombobulated to scared (only like, four seconds of scared, gosh) before ( ... )
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The girls come awake groggily, peering up at them with confused, sleepy eyes and messy hair. The counselor of the cabin rouses fastest and assesses the situation even faster, but when she opens her mouth to start hollering or whatever, Baloo speaks first. "Hey Gizmo! It was awfully nice of you to break into our cabin and leave sugar all over everything," he says with creepy cheer. "I'm going to let you foot our cleaning bill--"
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