B. Hughes (pintsized) wrote in idrisacademy, @ 2009-07-04 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bridget hughes, london freeman |
Who: Bridget and London
What: FIREWORK PLANS!
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: The Quad.
Rating: PG-13 (Swearing)
One of London's favorite ways to spend the morning was with a long walk outside with camera in hand. Which was what she was doing on this particular Saturday morning, snapping shots of things that caught her eye as she walked. It was a shame, though, that so much of what she saw she'd seen before. There was only so much that could be new outside in the quad at Idris. Too many things were always the same, although dependent on the weather and her mood they could appear differently. "Oh, fuck!" London muttered, stumbling over a tree root and nearly sending her camera flying. It happened at least once a week, on that particular root even. Perhaps she was too easily distracted, sometimes. After her long day yesterday, Bridget was ready to just.. Go for a run, unwind and get ready again for a night out in the stars with Julian, Pen and Cameron. Oh, Cameron. The though of him put a smile on her face and caused her to run a bit faster, feet stomping soundly on the hard ground as she carried on. It was unlike her to be so physically active but there was a lot happening in her life and she needed an outlet. Her homework was done (except for her star chart) and her dorm was clean so the only thing she had left to do was run. Bridget was nearly at the quad now, ipod in hand as she ran. She was singing aloud to a pop song when she saw a familiar brunette take a dive across the way from her. She stifled a laugh and ran, eager to help her friend up. While removing an ear bud she called out, "London, are you okay?" Yeah," London replied with a sigh, before getting up with the help of Bridget. Glancing down at her knees, she made a slight face. They were fairly scratched up with a few drops of blood there, too. "Apparently, I can't get through a day of this shit--" Pausing, she gestured towards her camera with her chin. "Without falling at least once." Really, it was very annoying. Last year, she'd had to repair (or replace, even) her camera several times throughout the school year. Sighing with sympathy for her friend, Bridget knelt down to pick up the camera. She started to investigate it and frowned, noticing a scratch on the hard case. "Well, it doesn't look like it needs to be replaced just yet.." Using her shorts as a buffer, the girl tried to rub the scratch off but it was useless. The damned thing was there to stay. "So, I guess you tripped but.. What were you so busy thinkin' about, anyway?" She held out the camera to her friend, a coy smile on her face. "I had been intending to snap a picture of the bird that was up in the tops of this fucking tree," London replied, glancing up to note that the bird was long gone. Likely scared off by all the ruckus she'd made in the attempt. Really, she ought to have gotten used to falling and planned better for it. "Too late now." Far too late, really, which was a shame. Perhaps one of the next few days, she'd see the bird a second time and manage not to fall over. Bridget really didn't understand what was so great about a bird but she shrugged it off, looked up to where the bird supposedly was and shrugged. "Yeah, sorry. No bird there." Maybe it was a photography thing, something she didn't understand at all. There was beauty in nature and everything but Bridget preferred open fields, open skies and lots of cold air. Feeling her legs start to burn out, she started to jog in place, awkwardly moving her hands in the running motion. It probably looked like she was doing a bad job at dancing. "So, what are your plans for tonight?" Honestly, she hadn't made plans yet. London had been considering what to do with her first Saturday night of the school year, but so far hadn't come up with an idea good enough. She could simply go get drunk, but where was the fun in that so early on in the school year? Certainly, there were better, less alcoholic, things to do that would be equally entertaining. It was just a matter of figuring out what, really. "Haven't really figured that out yet, you?" "Well," Bridget paused. There was the promise of hanging out with Cameron to do her star chart. Then, there were fireworks. Then, well. She didn't know. "I think that I have plans with Cam, Pen and Julian. You're more than welcome to come, if you want." It was probably less awkward for London to go out with a group of people but knowing Julian there was going to be some sort of trickery going on. She shrugged her shoulders and grinned, staring up at the afternoon sky. "He has fireworks." "Fireworks?" London replied, a slight grin appearing. While she wasn't even close to being an American, nor did she celebrate their holidays, that didn't mean she liked fireworks any less. Sparkly, pretty fireworks were an excellent way to kick off the return to school. "That's excellent." Who didn't love fireworks, right? "TOTALLY FIREWORKS!" Bridget was totally Irish in nature but absolutely adored loud things and pretty lights. Even though none of them were American, Julian thought that it was his calling in life to, well. "Julian likes to blow shit up so I guess he bought some. I think it's mostly the boys lighting them on fire, I was planning on staying back for safety with Penny." "Ooh, do you think they'd let me help light?" Because, seriously, that sounded like a blast. It was cool enough to have fireworks in general being brought into the school, but it'd be even better to assist setting them off. Explosions were pretty excellent in general, provided that she didn't wind up getting hurt from them and all. "Uhh," she paused in her running and looked at London, a somewhat amused look on her face. "Do you really want to try to get boys to let you light things on fire? Two boys? You would have to pull some really bastardy pout to get them to give in. Why not just.. Be with me and Pen and giggle over how cute they are or something? I mean. If you want, you can try. I just. Julian.. He really likes to blow shit up." This was the main problem that had kept London from succeeding in being properly girly. Between the two options, it definitely sounded like more fun to set fireworks off than to giggle over the cute boys that were setting them off. "I think I could probably be pretty convincing," London said, not sounding very convinced of it herself. She'd had a lot of tough luck growing up, when trying to get her brother and his friend's to let her participate in some of their more excellent plans. "Or, I guess, I could just sit with you and Pen if that doesn't work out." Because viewing the fireworks being set off was better than nothing at all! She felt bad, shutting her friend down but Bridget had been hearing about these fireworks all week long - she had no idea if Julian would let her help. "Then again," she pondered out loud, giving her friend a glance-over look, "You are a girl with breasts, Julian is a boy. He likes those on people. I don't know if you'll have such a hard time, after all." She let out a dry laugh and shook her head, not out of irony but to erase the image of Julian hitting on London in front of Penelope. While she was sure Pen had no feelings for him, she just realized how things could become very awkward very quick. "I'm not sure when we're going but I can send you a buzz later?" "That'd be fucking great," London replied, with a nod. It was kind of nice to have plans for a Saturday. Especially plans that involved fireworks. So long as there was entertainment, London was down for celebrating anyone's holiday. Glancing down at her camera, with a slight frown at the scratch, she lifted it up and snapped a shot of Bridget. "At least it still works, even if the outside looks a bit rougher now."
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