Relax and Repeat {Serafina,,Open}

[Serafina Finn]

Serafina blinked twice, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the excessive amount of sunlight. The brightness of it all almost hurt. She slid down onto the ground, adjusting her tennis skirt to cover what it needed, but perhaps show a little more than necessary. She couldn’t really help it, Serafina had very nice legs; there was no reason to hide them. The skirt itself was almost too fashionable for tennis and the matching top and racket case pushed it that little bit too far. But matching mattered to Serafina, more than most other things. She leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree and closed her eyes.

She dozed off for about five minutes. The tree shaded her from the sun for the most part, and what little light got through wasn’t enough to keep the exhausted Serafina from falling asleep. Truth be told, she hadn’t slept well the night before, she was too distracted by her thoughts. Maybe she had gone a little too far in her fight with Olivia. Calling her sister fat was low, and a blatant lie. But Olivia was too stupid to realize that Serafina was just trying to get to her. And it had worked.

For a few moments here and there, Serafina even wanted to return one of her mother’s hundreds of phone calls, simply to talk to the drunken fool herself. It the fight had been different, she would have gone straight to her father. But Olivia had probably already covered him, and he was probably siding with her. She shuddered, a little groggy from her all-too-short cat nap, at the idea of her and her mother against the rest of them. It wouldn’t turn out good for Serafina, no matter how you looked at it.

She tried to shake the topic from her mind, letting her concentration lie of zipping and unzipping the case for her tennis racket. Tennis was one of the few things she was good at, but even then, someone was always better. To Serafina, it seemed the only thing she would ever excel in, above all others, was being Aria Finn’s daughter, and surviving. A difficult task, yes, but it wasn’t something one could brag about.

Several other campers milled about the Rec Field, Serafina watching lazily from the edges. They all walked around in little groups of twos or threes. It had never occurred to Serafina that groups like that were normal. She was jolted from her thoughts when her watch started beeping. She smiled, and pulled her sunscreen out of her bag. Once an hour, on the hour, without fail, Serafina applied her sunscreen. It was a sickness. As she rubbed the white lotion into her arms, she paired off the campers, mentally moving them around and into matching groups of two.

[Noah Labough]

There was a light thump as Noah's foot tapped the black and red soccerball in front of him, not guiding it anywhere but just following where it went. He had his hands in the pockets of his baggy shorts, his shin guards tucked into the back pocket of his shorts, his hair seemed much redder than normal as the sun hit it and it almost clashed against his lime green tee shirt that said 'Brasil' across it in blinding yellow letters.

He was able to protect himself though from the brightness emitting from his own body by wearing his usual black, oversized sunglasses. He loved it when peopel teased him, saying "Those glasses were for girls" and he'd respond with stupid, quirky comment: "Who said Paris Hilton was a girl?" It made him laugh, but the teasers would give him a confused look and walk off. This was good to Noah; he never did like to fight.

Noah reached into his other back pocket, the one without the shin guards, and pulled out his yellow and green beanie and pulling it on over his hair. At least his shirt and hat would give reason to why he wore the bright colours, he thought to himself, because they almost matched. His hand wandered almost inately back to his pocket and gripped and thin cardboard box, but stopped, pulling his hand back out. He really needed to smoke. He hadn't done so since that morning before everyone was up.

Noah looked around quickly for a place he could smoke without being noticed, and saw a few trees, most of which in clear view of the world, and others that had people already underneath him. He rolled his eyes at the irony and sighed. What kind of camp--or any place on Earth for that matter--didn't have a place for smokers...excluding restaurants in some states. That was when he noticed one particular person sitting under a tree.

He tapped the soccerball in that direction, following it still, and watched the girl putting lotion on her. He thought he knew who it was, and became almost certain as he got closer. He glanced down at his watch. "Sunblock time," he muttered almost understandingly. He was right. It was Serafina. He sped up his step a bit and directed the ball over next to her, jogging to it quickly and placing a foot on top of it as he leaned against the tree and looked down at her. Hey, Sera. That time of day again?" he joked with her before rolling the ball backwards a bit and sitting down on it, not caring if he got it lopsided or not. Tanner or Ty would just buy him a new one.

[Serafina Finn]

Serafina sighed, trying to squeeze the last drops from her bottle on sunscreen. She had only been at camp for a few days and she had already gone through half a bottle of face lotion and one of regular. At this rate she’d have to send a request to her father to send her more. She ran through her mental checklist of what she had packed, 14 bottles had seemed sufficient at the time, plus 7 more for her face, but maybe she had been cutting it a little close. And her suitcases had seemed so full!

She muttered to herself about the stupid bottle and the manufactures, who couldn’t make bigger bottles of sunscreen for people like her who used it correctly. Maybe Olivia had been right, maybe she would be disgusting no matter what she did. A quick glance into her compact quelled her fears for the time being. She was still pale as always.

She rubbed the last blob into her leg, carefully making sure to cover every millimeter of flesh that could possibly be exposed to the sun in her current outfit. When she changed, she would, of course, have to reapply but that was ages away at that point in time. She glanced back up at the field, pushing her sunglasses down and assuming that ‘devil-may-care’ face. Serafina watched, a little surprised as a figure came in her direction. She looked over her right shoulder, and then her left, but there was no one of consequence on either side of her. Whoever it was, must have been coming to see her. How sweet.

She smiled, when she recognized Noah, and titled her head upwards to try and greet him, as he was standing, “Hi Noah.” She said, trying to remember if she had gotten her neck. Of course she had, she was just being silly now. “Of course it is that time of day. Every hour on the hour.” She said the last bit with a little proud lilt to it. In fact, she really was proud of it. She watched him quizzically through her dark glasses, as he sat down on next to her, sort of squishing his soccer ball.

“I haven’t seen you around camp yet, how has it been treating you so far?” Serafina didn’t really notice her almost mothering tone; it was a habit by that point. She smiled again, letting her hair out of it’s ponytail for a moment before quickly pulling it back up. Only this time, it looked a little chicer and less psychotic. Her mother would approve of this conversation, no doubt, and for that reason alone, Serafina wanted to get up and run all the way back to her cabin and burry herself beneath a pile of brightly colored handbooks from AA and dye her hair a much lighter shade. But thankfully, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind, and tried to forget all about Aria.

[Noah Labough]

Noah shook his head and smiled at Serfafina's answer. "You're more acurate than a grandfather clock," he muttered. He reached up on his head and pulled his beanie off, shaking his head to get rid of his hat hair. He tossed the beanie on teh ground next to his feet and adjusted his sunglasses, rolling back and forth a bit on the ball, barely catching Sera's quetion.

"It's been treating," he shrugged, "I mean, soccer, swimming, and rock climbing almost every day...Aside from that acting thing later on in the week, it's pretty cool. What about you? Anything worth sharing yet?" He asked the question nonchalantly as if it were an everyday thing. Of course, he'd already heard about the fight she'd gotten into with another camper. A few girls were talking about it at the soccer practice that morning. He'd rather hear what happened from Serafina though--if it had happened.

He glanced around the recreational field for a few moments while he awaited her answer. This spot was perfect. It was shaded, for the most part, off on it's own, no one seemed to notice them. He closed his eyes; God, he needed to smoke. He sighed, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and peered at Serafina through them.

"You wouldn't mind, Sera," he pulled out a pack of GT One Lights from his back pocket. He hated generic cigarettes like these, but he didn't have enough money for the marlboros before he left and he couldn't "borrow" all of Ty's cigarettes before he left or else he'd be even more suspicious and actually try to hide his smokes. "If I smoked for a few minutes?" He gave the small box a shake and the three cigarettes that were left in it made a soft scratchy, rattling noise.

[Serafina Finn]

“But of course.” She smiled to herself, and knowing full well he was probably right, “And much more reliable that my mother.” It was mostly a joke to herself, but she figured if any of the other campers or any other person she knew (besides her dad) Noah would get what she meant. Maybe. It didn’t really matter though, it amused her. She grinned.

“That sounds fabulous.” She noted, but the last bit made her eyebrow creep up on her forehead. She wondered how many people had heard about the stupid fight with Olivia. Should she bother mentioning it? Anyway, that was the only thing worth sharing that she had. Unless Noah cared about the gorgeous new shoes she had that went perfectly with her archery outfits for the next Thursday. She highly doubted that he did. “Well you know, archery and tennis and swimming, all my regular classes. Same old, same old.”

“And there was one tiny, little, baby, blip in the fun but its nothing really.” She looked at Noah, and then past him. Trying to see how many people were in listening distance. Not that they didn’t already know about it. So far only one person had asked her about it, straight up no dancing around the subject. “Me and my little sister, you know her right? Olivia? Looks sort of like me but shorter and fatter?” She regretted saying the last part, but eh, it was true. “Anyway we may have gotten into a little fight down on the beach yesterday.” She sighed, and looked straight ahead, “Only, I’m kind of worried that they might call our parents up.”

The idea made her shudder, and laugh at the same time; “Aria, Trent, and Camilla in a room together.” She said to herself, using her parent’s first names to add to the effect of the situation. “That is one party I would NOT like to be invited to.” She stopped her train of thought abruptly. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just don’t breathe in my direction.” She said, laughing a little.

[Noah Labough]

Noah nodded in agreement to not breathe in her direction and set one of the sticks precarelessly on his lips while he put the box back adn fished around for his lighter. "Tennisssss" He nodded and spoke with out moving his lips, "Of course..." He paused to light the cigarette and took a quit drag, instantly feeling relaxed and turned his head away from her to exhale. "It'd be almost like blasphemy if you didn't have tennis." He laughed a bit and leaned back against the tree, still sitting on his ball.

He listened to her short excerpt of what had happened the day before, concluding that the girls at soccer were probably right after all. He'd never say that outloud around Serafina though. If she knew people were already talking about it, who knew what she'd do! Instead, he just kept his mouth shut while she talked and continued smoking, his head slightly turned away from her.

He broke down what she said in his head, translating it from Serafina language to popular English. “Anyway we may have gotten into a little fight down on the beach yesterday.” translated into "So, we got into this pretty big fight on the beach." and “Me and my little sister, you know her right? Olivia? Looks sort of like me but shorter and fatter?” became ...actually that was probably right, though he doubted the fat part. That could've just been Sera's inconspicuous stab at Olivia without her knowning.

"I like your mom...Somedays."
Noah smiled, looking downward at Serafina, "You know, when she's not drunk. She's pretty cool sometimes. Crazy." He took another lungfull off of the cigarette and spoke as he exhaled, "But overall pretty cool. As for the Trent, Camilla, and Aria in the same room at the same time thing, just pray you're not in there with them." he shrugged as if it were a simple solution.

He rolled forward on the ball again tapped the ashes off the end of his cigarette. Very few made it to the ground; the rest just blew away. He leaned back again against the tree and the ball popped out from underneath him, causing him to hit the ground and his head to hit the tree. His eyebrows furrowed together and he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand then grabbed the ball, setting it off to the side.

Deciding to pretend he didn't just have a klutz moment, he spoke up "Besides, you really can't complain much for the fact that you at least know Camilla and Trent and Aria," he said pointedly.

[Kristyl LaBough]

"Hey faggot," Kristyl whacked her brother sharply in the back of his head. She snickered, her lips spreading wide into her fierce grin. Her eyes swivled towards Serafina. She'd never actually enjoyed being in Serafina's presence, although their father's were best friends. "What're you all talking about?"

She sat besides the two, running her lanky fingers through her silky hair. Her eyes wandered back and fourth from Noah to Serafina. Noah was her twin brother, although they didn't look much alike. People always expect them to look exactly a like and most were confused when they heard they were twins. Sure, they looked like brother and sister, but definitely not identical.

[Noah Labough]

Noah rubbed the back of his head again before exhaling some of the smoke into Kristyl's face. "Lez," he muttered, smiling at her to make it apparent he was joking. He leaned back against the tree again to relax. "We weren't talking about anything important." he shrugged, closing his eyes, though no one probably noticed behind his sunglasses. "Just about the past few days and grandfatherclocks."

He gave Serafina a smile at that last comment. He knew Kristyl wouldn't get it, so he concluded that it was officially an inside joke--and already overused inside joke. Noah ran his hands through his bright red hair before removing one of them to tap his cigarette again off to the side away from Serafina.

[Kristyl LaBough]

"What're you talking about?" Kristyl sneered, snatching the cigarette from Noah's fingertips. She placed the filter in between her lips, the corners curled up again into her usual sneer. The smoke filled her lungs and as she took the cigartette away from her mouth, the gray clouds whirled from her lips and made it's way towards the sky. Her smile grew, she hadn't had a cigarette since she'd been there. All she was missing was booze and her skateboard...which, hopefully, was coming in the mail soon. Apparently she could've brought it this year.

"You know what," she took another drag from Noah's cigarette. "I actually don't want to know waht that meant." She turned to Serafina, letting her eyes run up and down her body. It wasn't any sort of gesture she thought she was better than the chick, but she couldn't help it. She always examined girls, wanted to see their reaction. It was a bad habbit that lead to unnecessary chaos. With a quick shrug, she turned away and took another long pull.

The signature smirk never left her lips.

[Noah Labough]

"It's an inside joke," Noah explained simply, reaching over and reclaiming his cigarette. He leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes again. The only movement he made was with his hand going to his mouth and back down to his side again. "So what have you been up to? Staying out of trouble? You know, I don't see you at all all day long?"

He had genuine curiosity as to how his sister's last few days had been. He assumed it came from his brotherly protectiveness. Nonetheless, it never hurt to know what she was up to most of the time. He knew she wasn't really God's sent angel 24/7.

[Kristyl LaBough]

"Do I usually stay out of trouble?" Kristyl glared at the cigarette in Noah's hand. Sure, it was his cigarette, but that was completely and uttterly beyond Kristyl's belief rude. She let her hand sneak into his pocket and she pulled out the pack of cigarettes from his pants.

"Thanks, bro. I needed these," she snickered again, waving the pack around. She opened the pack and bit down on one cigarette, pulling it away from it's fellow white tubes. She snatched Noah's cigarette and lit her own, her lips still turned up in her fowl smile. When the cigarette was lit, she tossed the pack onto Noah's pants and handed him his cigarette back.

Her own cigarette tasted better than Noah's. Why would she want his cigarette that had his slober and drool on? "What about you? Have you managed to keep yourself from the palms of the directors hands, or does she already know your name?" Kristyl chuckled slightly, taking a quick drag from her cigarette. The smoke escaped from her nose, rolling down until the wind caught it and blew it away.

[Noah Labough]

Noah smirked at his sister and grabbed his lime green beanie back off the ground, smacking the dirt off it before putting it back on his head. He didn't mind her stealing his cigarettes. She did it all the time, and he would just repeat it back to her like a neverending chain of passing cancer. "You never stay out of trouble," he said matter-of-factly. He took his sunglasses off for a moment and shook his bangs out of his eyes before putting them back on.

"I think I've done a pretty good job at behaving, but, you know, I still have the whole summer to go." He smiled and grabbed his soccerball before getting up. "I'm going to go back to my cabin though and change out of these clothes into something less sweatsoaked..." He gave his shirt a slight tug. It didn't look sweat soaked, but he knew that was because it had already dried before he'd gotten there. "I'll see you two later. Sera, try not to worry about the trifecta from Hell, and Kris, you owe me a cig." He dropped the ball on the ground and tapped it with his foot and continued on the way he had originally intended on going.

[Kristyl LaBough]

"I know," Kristyl grinned again. The white cigarette lay peacefully between her lips, it's smoke avoided touching Kristyl's skin as if it was almost frightened of her. "My councelor was screaming at me because I accidently knocked over her coffee all over her bed. Oh well, I don't feel bad, she deserved it. She was threatening to look through my bag so I casually walked back into her bed. It's not my fault her coffee fell."

Kristyl snickered at the thought of her councelors face. The woman was a 21 year old stuck up bitch who acted like she was better than everyone, of course she desereved it. It gave Kristyl pure pleasure to see her face when the coffee leaked down her sheets. Kirstyl cost her three more quaters to wash the sheets in the laundry machiens behind the lodge. Bitch should pay...

When Noah stood up, Kristyl completely forgot what she was thinking about and she stared up at her brother. Give him one of her cigarettes? Yeah right. "Okay, Noah," she said sarcastically. "I'll give it to you tomorrow." She rolled her eyes and stood herself up. She put her two fingers on her forehead and saluted at Serafina, her usual "good-bye" motion. "Peace!" With that, she dropped her finished cigarette, dug her toe away and headed back to where she was actually supposed to be.