#p;avery

@chavery

dani stands just beyond the porch of meadowlark cabin, squinting up at the roof. the sun has just set, and it’s free time -- many people are out enjoying the weather, though she knows there are probably still girls inside the cabin, hanging out or showering or going to bed early. still, the lowest part of the roof is over here, and she doesn’t want to risk doing her first test run ( or, more accurately, test jump ) on a higher section. 

besides, avery and sera are off somewhere, so she won’t get a better chance. she bounces a few times on the balls of her feet, testing her leg muscles. she’s never jumped so high on purpose before -- it’s only ever happened on accident when she gets surprised and suddenly finds herself clinging to a high-up branch of a tree. she figures now’s as good a time as ever to figure out if she can do it on purpose, though. what’s the worst that’ll happen? she’ll jump a normal height and flail about before falling on her ass. and besides, it’s not like there’s anyone around to see her. 

taking a deep breath, she takes several steps back from the cabin, focusing her sight on the spot she wants to be: the edge of the roof. without giving herself time to second-guess, dani bursts into a sprint -- and her sprints are very fast -- and in barely a second she’s planting her feet and springing into the air. 

she doesn’t completely clear the roof -- she didn’t really expect to -- but she does manage to grip it. her legs and body continue moving forward and slam into the wood of the cabin wall, and she winces, both at the pain and the strain of holding herself up on a gutter. she pulls herself up quickly, not trusting the integrity of the gutter to hold her weight for long, and soon sits on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling over the side as she grins proudly out at the campground below her. 

@chavery

no sleep for twelve hours. the nurse’s orders are damning for lana, whose exhaustion permeates through her bones after her long day. the wound on the back of her head throbs dully now, a constant ache even after all the advil she’s taken. the dizziness is still bothering her, too, and she moves more slowly than usual, running one hand along walls and railings as an extra source of balance. 

she wanders into the kitchens -- her counselors gave her approval to chill in the common areas for the night, since she isn’t allowed to sleep and doesn’t want to bother her sleeping cabinmates. she doesn’t know if she’s technically allowed in the kitchens, but she’s sick of sitting on the couch, and both reading and netflix are only worsening her headache.