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esmervysā:
Ā Ā Ā ā*Ā šššš ššĀ š š”ššš”ššĀ šššĀ āĀ Ā @slovneāĀ !Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā (Ā saturday ,Ā mayĀ 28thĀ āĀ 11:58Ā amĀ )Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā itās Ā hotĀ , Ā esme Ā found Ā out Ā this Ā morning Ā that Ā she Ā was Ā sharing Ā a Ā cabin Ā with Ā someone Ā when Ā she Ā specifically Ā requested Ā a Ā single Ā cabin Ā ( Ā ā Ā esme , Ā honey , Ā they Ā donāt Ā have Ā the Ā space, Ā and Ā we Ā canāt Ā exactly Ā build Ā you Ā a Ā new Ā cabin Ā in Ā a Ā day Ā ā Ā ā Ā ā Ā and Ā why Ā not Ā ? Ā arenāt Ā you Ā the Ā one Ā pouring Ā your Ā savings Ā into Ā this Ā ? Ā )Ā , Ā and Ā as Ā esme Ā just Ā finished Ā unpacking Ā the Ā last Ā of Ā her Ā clothes Ā sheĀ realizedĀ sheĀ wasĀ ravenous .Ā sheĀ madeĀ her Ā way Ā to Ā the Ā mess Ā hall Ā to Ā see Ā if Ā the Ā chef Ā couldĀ whip Ā her Ā up Ā something Ā delicious . Ā a Ā watermelon Ā sangria Ā and Ā some Ā rosemary Ā roasted Ā la Ā bonnotte Ā potatoes Ā sounded Ā divine Ā right Ā about Ā now . Ā she Ā took Ā in Ā her Ā surroundings Ā as Ā she Ā walked , Ā people Ā watching Ā the Ā new Ā counselors Ā momentarily Ā before Ā spotting Ā someone Ā that Ā seemed Ā oddly Ā familiarĀ . Ā it Ā wasnāt Ā until Ā esme Ā saw Ā her Ā profile Ā did Ā she Ā realize Ā that Ā she Ā was Ā looking Ā at Ā sloane Ā buchanan Ā in Ā the Ā flesh . Ā esme Ā was Ā a Ā little Ā stunned Ā to Ā be Ā seeing Ā someone Ā of Ā her Ā social Ā circle Ā here .Ā sheās Ā about Ā to Ā just Ā keep Ā on Ā walking Ā when Ā sloane Ā met Ā her Ā gaze ,Ā and Ā the Ā speed Ā with Ā which Ā esmeās Ā practiced Ā smile Ā spread Ā on Ā her Ā face Ā was Ā a Ā little Ā unsettling . Ā ā Ā sloane Ā ! Ā hi , Ā ā Ā esme Ā greeted , Ā walking Ā up Ā to Ā her Ā and Ā giving Ā her Ā an Ā exaggeratedĀ airĀ kiss Ā on Ā both Ā cheeks . Ā ā Ā itās Ā so Ā lovely Ā seeing Ā you Ā here . Ā what Ā are Ā you Ā doing Ā here , Ā exactly Ā ? Ā not Ā exactly Ā a Ā place Ā iād Ā expect Ā to Ā see Ā steve Ā and Ā dianaās Ā sweet Ā little Ā girl Ā ā Ā how Ā are Ā mom Ā and Ā dad Ā doing Ā anyway Ā ? Ā ā
sloane shouldāve known better. sheād heard rumors that nijaz arslan had his fingerprints all over this camp, and where nijaz is, esme isnāt ever too far behind. sloane had been back in silverton for all of three hours, and was nearly positive that she wouldnāt be seeing any faces that were too familiar. after picking up her uniforms from the camp directors - these shorts, jesus christ - sloane was on her way back to cabin six to put them with the rest of her things. that is, until a sickeningly sweet voice brought her to a grinding halt. she turned to find that, yes, esme was here, and she was coming this way.
a carefully crafted smile blossomed across her lips, though it didnāt reach her eyes. it was one that sheād perfected over the years, one she often wore back home.Ā āoh my god, hey!ā her tone was warm, though she froze under esmeās touch, every muscle tense. itās soĀ lovely seeing you here. whatĀ are you doing here, exactly?Ā not exactlyĀ a place iād expect to see steve and dianaās sweet little girl - how are mom and dad doing anyway? esme was laying it on thick, hitting just about every nerve. sloaneās smile nearly faltered at the mention of her parents, but she managed to keep it intact.
āoh, your dad didnāt tell you?ā if esme wanted to play this game, sloane had no problem playing too. āitās a PR thing - iām supposed to put some positive social media posts up at the end of the summer, to help with this placeās reputation.ā she notably refused to mention that this was a double-sided deal, that camp silver lake was supposed to heal her reputation, too. she prayed that esme didnāt know, but there was no way to tell. ākinda weird, right?ā she continued, scrunching her nose up for a moment.Ā āyouād think they would just use you for that, but i guess after that rolling stone article...ā she trailed off, a pitying look on her face replaced by what seemed on the surface to be a comforting smile.Ā ābut, you know, that writerās probably just some asshole. whoās to say, really?ā
newtmirzaā:
āitās not what it looks likeā¦ā newt began, words defensive but tone entirely relaxed as he stood from his spot, previously crouched amongst the shrubbery and weeds. a fine supper for the mosquitos int eh area. and sure, maybe there was a joint dangling from his lips, but it was basically neglected. wordlessly he grinned at his companion, reaching up with one hand to pass the joint to his friend. sloane, he had no qualms with sharing with, free of charge. despite the fact that she could likely buy this whole fucking camp several times over.Ā
āi just fucking hate the lake, you know that. all that moss and the fuckinā stink of it,ā a childish look of disgust temporarily bewitches his features, before being shaken away into something of a mischievous smile.Ā āand besides, have been brought greener pastures here. observe.ā without elaborating, he was back down in the green, shifting thorough it as if heād lost his keys. it took a few moments to find, but as docile as ever newt was able to scoop the slimy dude into his hands.Ā āif i let you hold it, you canāt scream.ā
as newt passes her the joint, sloane shoots him a small, grateful smile. befriending newt had its benefits, with access to weed being the most obvious, but beyond that, sloane genuinely liked him. he was among the most interesting people sheād met so far, always able to bring a smile to her face and keeping her on her toes. you never quite knew what to expect with him, and that was one of her favorite qualities of his.Ā
she took a long hit from the joint, letting the smoke fill her lungs and then blowing it away from the two of them as newt listed off his reasons for sneaking away.Ā āi still donāt understand why you signed up for this if you hate the lake that much.ā sloane rolled her eyes at him as he dropped down into the grass, though her smile remained. she took another hit as he came back up, but the sight of what was in his hands caught her off guard, sending her into a small coughing fit that quickly dissolved into laughter.Ā āwhat the fuck?ā while perplexed, sloane placed the joint between her lips and held out both hands, palms cupped.Ā āno screaming, promise.ā
maiajchnsonā:
despite the fact that maia is power walking like her life depends on it and wearing a scowl, she doesnāt actually expect her demeanour to be noticed by sloane. maybe sheās too used to things going ignored by those around her, butĀ she certainly doesnāt expect, as she leaves the mess hall again to be called out so succinctly. you didnāt tell me this was a race. she purses her lips but doesnāt slow her approach, shrugging her shoulders and brushes the whole thing off.Ā āif you canāt keep up, you can just say that.ā she doesnāt mean for it to come out quite so⦠cold? itās supposed to be a joke, or something, but instead she just sounds as annoyed as she is. though her competitive side is sure to kick in, this thing with sloane is something else. sheās working hard to avoid meeting her eyes, marching her way back over to the boxes and fighting hard to ignore the comment thrown her way from behind her.Ā
this time when she reaches the last of the boxes, she reaches down and places one on top of the other, lifting it up with ease though she had rushed through her last trip back and forth. her muscles flex as she keeps a hold on both of them, grateful for the way they block her face, though her cheek presses against the side of the top one as she carries them carefully and a lot more slowly to the mess hall. this time as she and sloane cross paths, sheās focused on the ground in front of her.Ā āone left.ā she grumbles and then continues on her way, heading confidently towards the stairs and turning sideways as she reaches them so she can see a little better as she carries them into the mess hall. itās a precarious job, but sheās never been one to back down from something once she decides to do it.Ā
in this moment, stubborn doesnāt even begin to cover how maia is acting, eager to be done with this task so she can have an excuse to stop talking to the blonde.Ā
if you canāt keep up, you can just say that. the hostile words rang in sloaneās ears as she hovered near the stacked boxes in the mess hall. she had hoped that maia would have some sort of competitive spirit, and her reaction did not disappoint. the sun hit sloane like a wall as she exited the building, and she squinted through the heat to see that maia was making her way back with not one, but two boxes in her arms, though she was moving at a slower pace than before. a grin pulled at the corner of sloaneās lips.Ā fuck, she thinks, she really is trying to beat me. she decides to pick up the pace just a little bit, her own competitive nature getting the best of her.
by the time she and maia are crossing each other again, sheās got her eyes set on the final box in the parking lot. one left. she hears the other girlās voice as she passes and nods, echoing her in agreement.Ā āone left.ā once she gets there, sheās able to grab it and turn around quickly, and finds that if she really hustles, she can start gaining on maia. still, though, her efforts are no match for maiaās determination and early lead, despite her opponentās decrease in speed. when maia enters the mess hall, sloane is still a couple yards behind her, taking the steps two at a time.Ā
with a sigh, sloane sets down her box with the others. she could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, a reminder that she hadnāt done any cardio today.Ā āshit - you beat me carrying double the amount of boxes, thatās... pretty bad.ā not at all embarrassed, but rather impressed, she laughs softly at her own shortcomings.Ā āyouāre fucking fast, maia. you should do track or something.ā sheās oblivious - with absolutely zero personal information about maia itās impossible for her to know sheās making a suggestion thatās already been taken.
who: @mvsticsā
when: may 29th, later than they should be staying up
where: cabin six
sloane wasnāt religious, but she was certainly praying that the camp directors wouldnāt be paying close to attention to cabin six tonight. if they did, they mightāve seen the window left open, though theyād been explicitly told to keep them shut after dark. they mightāve seen the lights left on for far too long, or the clouds of smoke dissipating into the night. all it would take was for one director to pass by, and even with their eyes shut, theyād be able to tell what was going on by the smell alone.
inside, sloane and her bunkmate were sitting on the floor, a game of crazy eights long abandoned in the space between them. sloane was leaning up against one of the bunks, sitting cross-legged in her pajamas - an oversized t-shirt that, though faded, read CATSKILL MOUNTAINS and a pair of blue cotton shorts.Ā āoh, that isnāt too bad...ā sheās reacting to the story clementine just told her, but she canāt keep a straight face.Ā āokay,ā she recants, erupting with a small fit of giggles.Ā āmaybe itās a little bad.ā sloane takes another hit from their partially finished joint before passing it off to clem.
āiāve got another one: on my eleventh birthday, my brothers and i went to this steakhouse - oh, what was it called? i canāt remember, but it felt like a really big deal because my parents didnāt come, and they didnāt usually let us do stuff alone. my brothers kept daring me to steal something and i had already nabbed a set of silverware and a couple bread plates, but they wanted me to go bigger. so when we left i rolled up the big ass mat they had at the door and took it with me. it was at least half my height.ā she smiles wistfully, remembering how she and her brothers were snickering the whole way out the door. they were a lot closer then, and she treasured these memories.
āanyway, my parents found the mat and all the other stuff in my brotherās car the next day, and they made me go back to the restaurant and return it all. i had to do a whole formal apology and everything, i was absolutely dying.ā laughing at her own embarrassment, sloane shakes her head.Ā āone day iām going back for that thing.ā

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maiajchnsonā:
āiām not into the threat of some white guy singing wonderwall.ā maia clarifies, though she canāt, with certainty, say that she isnāt into singalongs when they arenāt like⦠weird. singing loudly along to music in her car with a friend, for example? thatās a singalong she could get behind. or watching the entirety of moana singing along to every song with her youngest sister when she occasionally got stuck babysitting, her big grin, extremely loud voice and sticky fingers both a delight and a terror.Ā
maia blinks rapidly as sloane suggests that she canāt make a judgement on her emotional capabilities, relieved sheās not trying but thrown off by that answer at first. she tightens her hold on the box, watching a calculating smirk form on the blondeās lips. instantly she feels guarded all of a sudden, as if sheās about to be deceived by a charming smile and pretty eyes. the compliment is enough, but when paired with the touch to her arm, itās enough to rapidly make her angle her stare elsewhere. she feels like sheās being played with, as if sloane is weaponising her looks to make her look like an idiot or out her or something. she finds herself standing on the spot for half a second, not even able to enjoy the fact that maybe someone has admired the work she puts into staying fit.Ā
this time when she turns on her heel, sheās wearing a scowl and her feet pick up fast, aiming to leave the blonde in the dust without going so fast that it seems intentional.Ā āthanks, i mean, thatās what i do it for. compliments from strangers.ā this time the comment is mostly muttered to herself as she makes her way back to the mess hall. when she places the box down this time, stacking it neatly on top of the last one, she begins walking without so much as a word, back out into the heat without worrying about the fact that sheās starting to sweat now.Ā
sloane watches maiaās expression shift from one emotion to the next, confusion to contempt in a split second. sheās gotten this reaction from people plenty of times; it didnāt bug her. there was a certain satisfaction to be found in getting under peopleās skin. quite different from the satisfaction of getting under their covers, certainly, though sloane wouldnāt necessarily say the two things were mutually exclusive. as maiaās gaze is thrown to the ground, she knew she had some damage control to do. contempt she could work with, but avoidance? not so much.
but thereās no time for damage control because maiaās off again, leaving sloane behind. sloane thinks she can hear maia grumbling something along the lines of thatās what i do it for, compliments... before sheās out of range and sloane can no longer make out the words. she didnāt attempt to respond. maia was a surprisingly fast walker, though there was nothing casual about her pace. sloane sets off behind her, but at this point maia has too big of a lead. sloane would have to jog to catch up, and due to the weight of the box in her arms doubled with the heat, that was simply not an option.
so she decided, instead, to slow down. as she passed the halfway mark, she could see maia disappear into the mess hall with her box. if she wanted distance, fine, she could have it - until she had to make the return trip back to the parking lot. as the other girlās frame reappeared through the doorway sloane smiled and called out to her.Ā āyou didnāt tell me this was a race.ā she was close now, and in a moment theyād be crossing paths. sloane searched for maiaās eyes as she approached.Ā āthat wasnāt really fair, was it?ā as she passed, she could see that maia was breaking a sweat and resisted the urge to ask her if it was just from the heat.Ā āif you needed a head start, you couldāve just said so.ā she threw the words over her shoulder as she continued into the mess hall to set her box down, taking just a moment to linger in the air conditioning.
who: @newtmirzaā
when: friday, june 3rd
where: the lake shore, during the canoe race
canoe racing wasnāt quite as fast as you might expect when the canoes were filled with kids whoāve never rowed a day in their lives. sloane stood with the other counselors from her age group, watching her kidsā paddles break the surface of the water as rapidly as they could manage. well, almost all of the other counselors. one was notably missing, but it didnāt take her long to realize where he went.
she slipped away from the group, discreetly making her way to the treeline where she found him in a cloud of smoke.Ā ānewt,ā she started, her tone laced with mock austerity.Ā āyou canāt just skip out on these exciting camp activities because you want to get high.ā sloane approaches him, a smile beginning to curl at the corners of her mouth.Ā āat least, not unless you share.ā she reaches out for what heās got between his fingers and looks up at him, a silent please that refuses to otherwise make itself known.
maiajchnsonā:
āand you were excited,ā maia clarifies. āto hang out with middle schoolers all day?ā she asks the question while lifting her gaze up to the sun, squinting as the rays temporarily blind her. the warmth does feel nice and she finds that she doesnāt mind the increase in humidity all that much. at home sheād be finding any way to get out of the house, going on hikes by herself or with one of the dogs, going out to the local pool to get laps in, the family loading up in a bunch of different cars to head to utah lake state park. summer camp, though itās unfamiliar in terms of experience, isnāt so far out of her wheelhouse. another reason sheās chosen to come to silver lake.Ā
turning her head, she notices that sloane is walking in step with her but only offers a half smile at the rejection of a massacre. yeah, sheās not mourning the loss of that one.Ā āif one of the guys whips out a guitar iām performing a silent protest until itās over.ā she doesnāt know who that would be yet, though she swears sheās spied some sort of guitar in someoneās cabin while walking past the open door.Ā
as they reach the stack of boxes, maia pauses, feeling like sheās been running away from this conversation every chance she gets. at the very least, sheās been avoiding eye contact like a menace and in the hopes of not looking like a total freak, she looks at sloane for a moment, giving her a half-hearted smile.Ā āi seem capable how?ā she questions, wondering what exactly thatās supposed to mean. she also wants to ask if sloane actually has any experience dealing with teenagers, but sheās pretty sure itās evident that she doesnāt. crouching down, she gives in to the urge to just keep moving and pick up a box, holding it for a moment as she waits for her answer, continuing that eye contact though the urge to look at anything else is strong. a leaf, the asphalt, a scuff on her shoe, they all call to her.Ā
at the other girlās question, sloane simply shrugs, .Ā āyouāre arenāt? cāmon, thatās the whole reason weāre here.ā not entirely true in her case - sloane didnāt just show up to camp silver lake wanting to help out, but she wasnāt particularly fond of the idea of talking about her recent arrest to someone she barely knew. as they walked, she could see out of the corner of her eye that maia was smiling at her again - something small, but a hell of a lot better than nothing.Ā if one of the guys whips out a guitar iām performing a silent protest until itās over. though sheās unsure whether or not maiaās joking, sloane laughs.Ā āoh, yeah? youāre not into the singalongs, noted.ā
the pair approach the remaining boxes in the parking lot and sloane finally separates from maiaās side to go grab one off of the pavement. when she looks back, sheās met with the surprise of brown eyes already fixed on her, and another smile.Ā i seem capable how? as if on cue, maia has picked up a box.Ā āi mean, i guess i canāt pass any judgement on how emotionally capable you are just yet.ā to her surprise, maiaās maintaining the eye contact between them. itās a bit bolder than sloaneās seen her be so far, and the realization brings a sly smirk to her lips. she makes her way over to maia, holding her own box between one arm and her hip. itās not that she really needed to get hands-on, but a little voice inside her head told her that perhaps she should. it was a familiar little voice, one that had gotten her in trouble a few too many times, but not once had she ever thought to simply ignore it. where would the fun be in that?
āi just meant that you look really strong.ā once she drew near, she placed her fingertips gently on the back of maiaās arm, by her triceps. her touch was swift, and she didnāt linger.Ā āso all that box-lugging prep you do at the gym? itās worth it.ā with that, she steps away, once again holding her box with both hands.Ā āletās keep moving, thereās not that many left.ā
doeceasesā:
āĀ whatĀ aĀ thrillĀ toĀ seeĀ thatĀ thisĀ placeĀ wasĀ leftĀ untouchedĀ byĀ modernityĀ ,Ā Ā āĀ quinnĀ respondsĀ drilyĀ ,Ā settingĀ herĀ basketĀ onĀ topĀ ofĀ theĀ washerĀ thatĀ hadĀ seenĀ betterĀ daysĀ .Ā itĀ looksĀ likeĀ itĀ hasĀ oneĀ spinĀ cycleĀ inĀ itĀ leftĀ .Ā quinnĀ feelsĀ veryĀ sorryĀ forĀ anyĀ counselorĀ thatĀ cameĀ afterĀ herĀ .Ā ifĀ thereĀ wereĀ evenĀ anyĀ counselorsĀ afterĀ herĀ (Ā orĀ themĀ )Ā .Ā sheĀ gotĀ theĀ strangeĀ feelingĀ thatĀ campĀ silverĀ lakeĀ wasĀ onĀ itsĀ lastĀ legĀ .Ā theĀ ironyĀ wasĀ -Ā itĀ shouldĀ haveĀ beenĀ freshlyĀ runningĀ aroundĀ .Ā butĀ thereĀ wereĀ someĀ thingsĀ thatĀ itĀ couldnātĀ seemĀ toĀ shakeĀ :Ā theĀ missingĀ 10Ā ,Ā especiallyĀ .Ā sheĀ offersĀ sloaneĀ anĀ expressionĀ ofĀ reliefĀ asĀ sheĀ stretchesĀ outĀ theĀ handfulĀ ofĀ quartersĀ ,Ā herĀ fingersĀ brushingĀ hersĀ asĀ sheĀ takesĀ themĀ .Ā Ā
āĀ inĀ whichĀ caseĀ ,Ā iāllĀ definitelyĀ beĀ goingĀ atĀ theĀ assĀ crackĀ ofĀ dawnĀ ,Ā Ā āĀ sheĀ musesĀ ,Ā turningĀ withĀ aĀ nodĀ ofĀ thanksĀ asĀ sheĀ beginsĀ toĀ loadĀ theĀ machineĀ withĀ herĀ clothesĀ .Ā sheāsĀ gratefulĀ thatĀ theĀ summerĀ isnātĀ tooĀ hotĀ yetĀ .Ā quinnĀ doesnātĀ enjoyĀ theĀ humidityĀ .Ā Ā āĀ maybeĀ ifĀ heāsĀ freshĀ fromĀ theĀ graveĀ -Ā uhmĀ ,Ā iĀ meanĀ ,Ā bedĀ -Ā heāllĀ beĀ moreĀ speedyĀ withĀ testingĀ outĀ hisĀ skillsĀ inĀ basicĀ mathĀ .Ā Ā āĀ theĀ doorĀ toĀ theĀ washerĀ shutsĀ ,Ā sheĀ looksĀ upĀ atĀ sloaneĀ thenĀ .Ā Ā āĀ soĀ -Ā howĀ haveĀ youĀ beenĀ enjoyingĀ campĀ ?Ā Ā ā
sloane chuckles at quinnās dry humor - she hadnāt expected her to be cracking jokes, for some reason. quinn felt very stoic to her, but then again, she really didnāt know her too well. they had both been to camp before, but that was years ago. they were more or less strangers now. as quinn loaded her clothes into the machine, sloane hopped on top of a dryer, taking a seat with her basket in her lap. the dryer groaned underneath her weight as she settled in, and for a moment she feared that it might actually fall apart. but it didnāt, so she considered quinnās question.
had she been enjoying camp?Ā āitās definitely weird being back after all this time.ā ten years abandoned and ten lives stolen would put a strange tinge on any place.Ā ābut i think this summer will be nice.ā as in, it didnāt feel nice yet. sloane had high hopes that this summer might help her get some closure on that chapter of her life, that being back here would allow her to put away some of those memories for good. but something hung over her head, an uneasiness she couldnāt quite place. āthe updates theyāve done really help with the look of the place, you know? i just wish theyād extended to the laundry room.ā she rolls her eyes, kicking the dryer with her heel. the impact made a dull, echoed rumbling sound.Ā āwhat about you? are you liking it so far?ā
maiajchnsonā:
it isnāt like maia is so endlessly selfless, more so that she feels awkward around sloane in particular, if sheās willing to actually interrogate the why of it all. which, for the most part she isnāt. the simplest and easiest way to put it would be to say that sheās the kind of beautiful thatās uncomfortable to be around, where she encapsulates every heterosexual, feminine ideal sheās never been able to emulate. though, of course, maiaās gaydar has always eben essentially non-existent, which speaks to how much she can read someone upon first meeting. thatās probably why she doesnāt notice that sheās kidding about being offended till she says so, still opening her mouth to correct the assertion.Ā āright. if you say so.ā she brushes it off but then pauses, finally lifting her gaze to meet sloaneās, just in time to catch her smile and watch silently for a moment as she ties her hair up.Ā āyeah, well, i have to carry shit all the time at work. what do i go to the gym for if not to lug boxes of crap around for people?ā she jokes, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement at her own words.Ā
in response to sloaneās joke, though? just an exhale and her brows knitting together for a split second.Ā āi have to askĀ ā what exactly where you picturing?ā once sheās satisfied that the other seems ready, she leads the way back out the door to the parking lot, the soles of her faded green hi-top converse slapping against the steps as she throws a look over her shoulder.Ā āiāve never been to a summer camp that was like⦠normal.ā what she means by that is not mormon.Ā āmy expectations only stretch as far as movies and tv and shit, iām not betting on the chance of a campfire singalong. or a massacre.ā her eyes widen, glad sheās facing away from sloane again.Ā
itās exactly what sloane wanted: to catch her eye, to have that split second of connection. you could learn a lot about someone from how they looked at you. but it got better. what do i go to the gym for if not to lug boxes of crap around for people?Ā she watches maia crack a smile, finding humor in her own wry joke, and in an instant she can see it: a fleeting glimpse of the person underneath the rather uncomfortable exterior. āright, of course.ā sloane murmurs, biting back a smile. she planned on seeing that person again.
i have to ask ā what exactly where you picturing? she considers the question for a moment.Ā āmmm, iām not sure, i guess. hanging out with middle schoolers all day. laying out by the lake, maybe. but definitely less box-moving.ā and theyāre off again, maia once again taking the lead. jesus christ, would she stop doing that? it was pretty hard to talk to someone who had their back to you. maybe that was the point - to kill the conversation - but sloane didnāt seem to realize (or maybe it was intentionally overlooked). she made some quick strides to catch up and fell in line with maiaās step, staying close to her side.Ā
āwell, i wouldnāt be too surprised if there actually was a campfire singalong. a massacre, though? that oneās probably a reach.ā not that the disappearances were a reach. sloane does her best to push the thought to the back of her mind, throwing her gaze to the ground. if she was going to make it through this summer, she couldnāt be hung up on the things that happened ten years ago. quit it, sloane. her motherās voice rang clearly in her head, snapping her back to reality.Ā āiām sure youāll be fine - you seem pretty capable. besides, how hard could it really be to keep track of some teenagers?ā sloane shrugs, shooting a playful smile maiaās way.

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bvrntsugarā:
ššš: open ! šššš: althea is playing welcome party bc ofc she is šššš: week one , may 29th .
theĀ firstĀ thingĀ theaĀ notedĀ wasĀ thatĀ summerĀ campĀ wasĀ quieterĀ thanĀ sheĀ hadĀ beenĀ anticipatingĀ .Ā ofĀ courseĀ ,Ā thatĀ probablyĀ hadĀ somethingĀ toĀ doĀ withĀ theĀ factĀ campersĀ werenātĀ dueĀ untilĀ mondayĀ ,Ā andĀ theĀ counselorsĀ wereĀ tricklingĀ slowlyĀ .Ā thereĀ justĀ wasnātĀ asĀ muchĀ needingĀ toĀ setĀ upĀ asĀ sheĀ hadĀ anticipatedĀ .Ā probablyĀ becauseĀ theĀ higherĀ upĀ staffĀ hadĀ alreadyĀ preparedĀ thingsĀ forĀ themĀ ,Ā ratherĀ thanĀ justĀ waitingĀ forĀ theĀ childrenĀ toĀ arriveĀ .Ā counselorsĀ areĀ peopleĀ tooĀ !Ā itĀ leftĀ altheaĀ feelingĀ thatĀ kindĀ ofĀ uselessĀ thatĀ madeĀ anxietyĀ andĀ guiltĀ bubbleĀ inĀ herĀ chestĀ . ofĀ courseĀ ,Ā sheĀ hadĀ toĀ makeĀ thatĀ everyoneĀ elseāsĀ problemĀ whenĀ sheĀ spottedĀ oneĀ ofĀ herĀ fellowĀ counselorsĀ sittingĀ aloneĀ .Ā ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā iĀ gotĀ thisĀ fromĀ theĀ messĀ hallĀ ,Ā āĀ sheĀ announcedĀ asĀ soonĀ asĀ sheĀ wasĀ closeĀ enoughĀ toĀ extendĀ theĀ coldĀ waterĀ bottleĀ .Ā āĀ movingĀ inĀ isĀ aĀ lotĀ ofĀ workĀ andĀ itāsĀ reallyĀ hotĀ .Ā ā Ā itĀ wasĀ summerĀ afterĀ allĀ .Ā āĀ iāmĀ thea,Ā byĀ theĀ way.Ā ā
sloane had run out of things to do pretty quickly - although she had spent a little bit of time chatting to a couple of the other counselors between tasks, she was a pretty efficient worker. she now sat alone, near the start of the dock, watching the lake shimmer in the sunlight. the heat was tempting her to jump in, though all her bathing suits were still packed up in her cabin and she wasnāt quite up to swimming with her clothes on just yet.
so she just sat, her head tilted towards the sky and her eyes closed, letting the sun beams blanket her as she leaned back on the palms of her hands. a sweet voice tore her away from her vacant thoughts, and she looked to her right to find another counselor standing over her with a water bottle in hand. like a goddamn guardian angel.Ā āoh, thanks!ā sloane greeted her with a smile and took the water bottle she had been offered.Ā āitās funny, this is actually just what i needed.ā she took a couple long sips as the girl introduced herself. thea. sheād remember that. ānice to meet you - iām sloane.ā
she patted the space next to her, scooting over a bit so that thea would have room.Ā āwanna sit? might be nice to take a break from water duty for a while.ā
doeceasesā:
@slovneāāā Ā sent Ā : Ā ā iām Ā just Ā leaving. ā
ššøš¼š“ššš°š¼šæ Ā Ā : Ā week Ā one Ā ( Ā postĀ bonfireĀ ,Ā juneĀ 4thĀ )Ā ,Ā eveningĀ .
ššøšš· Ā : Ā sloaneĀ buchananĀ Ā !
quinnĀ catchesĀ theĀ doorĀ withĀ herĀ hipĀ ,Ā expressionĀ onlyĀ slightlyĀ perturbedĀ (Ā aĀ newĀ personalĀ bestĀ forĀ herĀ ,Ā reallyĀ )Ā asĀ sloaneĀ announcesĀ herĀ intentĀ toĀ leaveĀ theĀ creakyĀ -Ā fannedĀ ,Ā bugĀ -Ā coatedĀ laundryĀ roomĀ whereĀ theyĀ wereĀ expectedĀ toĀ doĀ theirĀ laundryĀ forĀ theĀ nextĀ eightĀ weeksĀ .Ā (Ā godĀ ,Ā whatĀ hadĀ sheĀ signedĀ herselfĀ upĀ forĀ ?Ā vickyĀ wasĀ atĀ homeĀ withĀ silkĀ sheetsĀ andĀ sheĀ hadĀ toĀ dealĀ withĀ bugsĀ sheĀ hadnātĀ seenĀ inĀ yearsĀ dueĀ toĀ herĀ neverĀ leavingĀ theĀ houseĀ becauseĀ ofĀ herĀ desireĀ toĀ notĀ haveĀ toĀ fightĀ withĀ anythingĀ thatĀ couldĀ beĀ easilyĀ exterminatedĀ .Ā )Ā Ā āĀ isĀ thereĀ somethingĀ wrongĀ withĀ theĀ machinesĀ ?Ā Ā ā sheĀ asksĀ ,Ā basketĀ proppedĀ onĀ herĀ hipĀ .Ā sheĀ alwaysĀ washedĀ herĀ uniformsĀ beforeĀ sheĀ woreĀ themĀ andĀ theseĀ atrocitiesĀ (Ā plusĀ ,Ā theĀ shirtsĀ )Ā hadĀ toĀ giveĀ offĀ theĀ rightĀ impressionĀ .Ā Ā āĀ iĀ thinkĀ itāsĀ criminalĀ thatĀ theyĀ makeĀ usĀ payĀ forĀ ourĀ uniformsĀ andĀ putĀ quartersĀ inĀ theĀ machineĀ .Ā doĀ youĀ haveĀ aĀ fewĀ thatĀ youĀ couldĀ lendĀ meĀ beforeĀ youĀ goĀ ?Ā iĀ didnātĀ expectĀ toĀ needĀ aĀ coinĀ purseĀ likeĀ myĀ grandmotherāsĀ .Ā Ā ā
sloane had intended to let quinn do her laundry in peace, figuring that after the long day spent in silverton with the campers that she might want some time to herself. but she turned back upon hearing the other girlās words.Ā āoh, nothingās technically wrong with them, i donāt think.ā she began, readjusting the basket of freshly dried clothes in her arms.Ā ātheyāre just slow pieces of shit, just like how they used to be.ā sloane had memories of her counselor complaining about the machines back when she was a camper. at the time, sheād thought her counselor was exaggerating, but now she could see that the grievances were spot on.
at quinnās request for quarters, sloane nodded.Ā āyeah, iāve got plenty.ā she set her basket down on one of the washers to fish the coins out of her bag.Ā āi know, isnāt it annoying? youād think with the reopening and everything theyād have updated these by now.ā she offers a handful of quarters to quinn with an outstretched arm and a smile.Ā āthereās an atm at the gas station closest to here,ā sloane states, āit only gives you bills, but if you take it to the cashier inside, heāll break it into quarters for you. iām not sure if your kids are as restless as mine were, but you might have to bribe them to stand around while that guy counts coins.ā sheĀ recalled how she had to buy a few of her campers slushies to keep them entertained while she got her money out.Ā āheās about as old as these machines, and twice as slow.ā
maiajchnsonā:
status: closed when:Ā week one, may 29th, middayĀ where: between the parking lot and the mess hall tagging: @slovneāā
Ā Ā Ā maia had taken one of the heavier boxes of the stack theyād been instructed to carry into the mess hall, her arm muscles on display with her t-shirt sleeves rolled up. the sun was warm, the chorus of cicadas almost comforting, reminding her of camp experiences sheād never had. sheād been wandering around for part of the morning aimlessly, needing a task to latch onto but finding nothing. without her younger siblings and with no campers in sight yet, maia was left to try and make conversation with people her age. it wasnāt like it was that hard, or anything⦠it just seemed that so many of them were new yorkers or even former campers. the girl behind her happened to be both and as she turned her head to look out into the trees, she caught sight of the blonde, realising she was power walking needlessly. āyou donāt need to help with this, yāknow.ā as if they both hadnāt been assigned it.Ā āi can do it, if you want.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā maia fell back into step beside sloane, avoiding eye contact as they reached the propped open door of the mess hall. it wasnāt that she underestimated her (well, maybe a little), only that she came across like someone who wasnāt all that interested in doing physical labour.Ā
sloane hadnāt volunteered for this task - she was selected at random as a result of her proximity to one of the directors at the time the task was given out. initially, sheād been a bit annoyed - some other counselors got to decorate the cabins while she had to move boxes? however, as she walked behind her companion, she found herself with the realization that she didnāt mind the busywork. sheād noticed maia yesterday during move-in, just as she noticed her now - noticed the way her arms were toned, muscles flexed from the weight of the box in her hands. sloaneās own arms were just starting to feel the slightest bit of fatigue as the other girlās voice reached her ears. you donāt need to help with this, yāknow. i can do it, if you want. sloane raised an eyebrow as maia fell back to match her pace.Ā
āoh, you donāt think i can do it?ā sheās joking, and tries to meet maiaās gaze to make sure she knows it, but the brunette was looking away. ākidding,ā she adds briefly before continuing. just in case. ādonāt worry about me; i can keep up.ā sloane kept her eyeline level with maiaās as she put her box down in the mess hall, hoping that maia might look her way for even a split second.Ā āmy box wasnāt too bad, actually - although, iāll admit, i think you got the heavier one.ā sheās smiling, a soft, lighthearted smirk, as she throws her hair into a quick ponytail. āis this what you pictured your summer being like?ā sloane asks, beginning to turn back towards the door. "carrying boxes back and forth from the parking lot? personally, my expectations have been shattered.ā another half-assed joke, and sheās hoping itāll get maia to smile. she seemed a little tense, and sloane was curious to see what she was like once that wore away.
ā§ bvrntsugar asked : š , š¦ & š !
š: what does your character's voice sound like ? do they tend to use simple or wordly vocabulary ?
while it will certainly change according to who sloane is talking to and why she's talking to them, generally, sloane has a pretty pleasant voice. when she's calm, her tone is light and even. if she needs or wants something from you, you'll likely hear a sort of deeper, honeyed timbre. she often plays around with dynamics, forcing people closer in order to hear everything she's saying. her vocabulary is pretty decent - she's a big reader and credits her lexicon to that - but she has never thought of it as particularly impressive.
š¦: what is something your character wishes they could go back in the past and redo ?
it feels too obvious to say that sloane wishes she could change the way she went about her evening when emily went missing, but that's definitely at the top of her list. another instance would be when she got her dui - she wishes she just would've told that guy and his ferrari to fuck off, that she had never been to that bar with him at all. all it did was land her back here, at camp silver lake.
š: what is a memory that makes your character feel proud ? describe the memory .
there aren't a ton of moments from sloane's life that stick out to her as proud achievements, but she does have a couple. one was her fourth ballet recital. she was six years old, and she had a short featured part in her number. she and the other dancers in her class were dressed like strawberries, and she remembers that although her stem hat obscured a little bit of her vision, she could see her entire family in the front row, beaming at her. after the show, they told her that she was the most graceful berry on the stage, and she believed them. her mother took photos with her and sloane remembers her saying, "people are going to love these, sloanie. look how cute we are!" it was a blissful moment where she could feel proud of herself without realizing how much her mother was capitalizing off of it.
ā§ bvrntsugar asked : š§ , š„ & š³ !
š§: candles or clouds or flowers ?
sloane is a huge fan of candles, especially scented ones. she likes the ones labeled as any sort of "water" scent - think fresh rain, ocean breeze, morning mist, etc. she always gets the huge ones with multiple wicks so they last longer (unsurprisingly, she's also a nut about candle care. burn it all the way to the edges the first time!). at home, she'll often light candles in her room to clear her head on days when she and her mother can't be in the same room without picking fights. using something that involves her senses, like a scent, can be very grounding for her. plus, who doesn't love some romantic room lighting?
š„: a keen eye for detail or take rules too seriously or actions speak louder than words ?
as a result of growing up somewhat in the public eye, sloane has developed a pretty calculated way of presenting herself to the world. her eye for detail is finely tuned. she learned very early on that no matter what she does, there is no way to make everyone happy. she does, though take into account just about every possible perspective, path, and consequence when making decisions. even the times when she decides to just say "fuck it" are conscious choices. she has reached the point at which she's not afraid to just do what she wants, but will always be hyperaware of how her choices affect her and those around her.
š³: bolds or pastels or neutrals ?
in an effort to not have to keep up with the never-ending and remarkably fast trend cycles, sloane tends to stick with a neutral wardrobe. her style is pretty minimalistic and timeless - or at least, she hopes it is. however, she isn't shy about adding a bold color or print in now and then. if it was all neutrals all the time, she will admit that would be pretty dull. pastels aren't really her thing, though. if she is going to have some color, it's going to be vibrant.

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ā§ bvrntsugar asked : rue, fezco & ashtray !
rue: does your muse have any regrets ? what are some of their deepest ones ?
answered !
fezco: what does family mean to your muse ? are they close with theirs ? why or why not ?
family is tough for sloane. in a sense, she is her family name. or, at least, her mother's name. her father feels very distant from her, and while she and her brothers were closer growing up, they tend to isolate themselves from her now, embarrassed to be associated with her reputation. it wouldn't hurt as much if it weren't for her nieces, who she loves more than anything. sloane loves spending time with them and will cancel any plans to go see them, but after a big fight with her oldest brother a couple years ago, she rarely has the opportunity to do that. her relationship with her mom is extremely volatile. it's been clear for years that her mother's love for her is extremely conditional, but for some reason she can't shake the desire to earn her mother's praise.
ashtray: is your muse loyal ? who is someone they would never betray no matter what ?
sloane is extremely loyal once she knows she can trust you, but until then, she'll save her own skin before thinking about anyone else's. it's tough to get to that point with her, but also quite rewarding. the only people she can currently say with 100% confidence she would never betray are her nieces. those girls, she would die for. sloane would love nothing more than for that number to grow - she wants to let people in. it just takes a while to get her there.
ā§ doeceases asked : maddy / nate / rue !
maddy: what traits do they look for in a Ā relationship ? why do they have these standards ?
sloane doesn't really do relationships the way most people would. she's never dated the same person for more than five months without breaking up with them at least once. she'll get bored and want something new, but will later crave their familiarity. for someone to really capture her heart, they'll have to capture her attention first - not just physically, but intellectually as well. if she is considering having more than just a fling with someone, she wants to make sure they are someone that challenges her mind and can keep her on her toes. someone who isn't afraid to ruffle sloane's feathers a little bit. and, of course, she wants someone that will just look at her and see sloane, not sloane the nepotism baby gone wild.
nate: what are your muse's most negative traits ? how do these traits influence their lives ?
the emotional wall that sloane built long ago has had, by far, some of the worst effects on her life. she feels an intense sense of loneliness knowing that there isn't a single person in her life that she could actually fully trust. it's something she yearns for, and yet, her own emotional unavailability and fear of getting hurt keep her from forming lasting connections - not to mention a quick temper. usually she can keep herself in line, but there are some situations she can't help but escalate. lastly, her lack of a sense of self leaves her directionless. she wants to be known as her own person, but who is that person? her life feels aimless without grand aspirations, but she doesn't know herself well enough to come up with any.
rue: does your muse have any regrets ? what are some of their deepest ones ?
absolutely. there are lots of situations sloane wishes she could've handled differently, conversations she wishes she hadn't stormed out of, and times she wishes she would've spoken up for herself. she regrets her recent dui, as it's the reason she's landed back here at camp, but perhaps her biggest regret is going to sleep before her bunkmate ten years ago. she knows she's not truly to blame for emily's disappearance, but has always wondered if she had stayed up a little later and saw that emily didn't come to bed, could she have been found?