Post by Lexxi on Apr 12, 2009 13:21:11 GMT -5
There was something magical about springtime. The way the flowers bloomed from the cool earth and the way the sky grew bluer with each passing day. The twitter of birds upon the branches filled the air with a sweet melody that drifted on a perfumed breeze and slid across the grass of a bright, newborn green. It was the same at Whispering Rock, the wide expanse of land lush and full with the season’s new life. Things were much more active compared to the previous dull shuffle of winter. People filled the lawn, boys and girls, men and women, all assembled for yet another holiday party. This one was for Easter; hopefully a bit more tame compared to the previous attempts at post-holiday fun. It had been a wonderful idea that the Psychonauts’ Board of Directors had come up with. Celebrate each holiday during the summer to make them all feel as though they were spending more than just a summer with them. Despite the fact that summer had been long gone, there was a certain spring-like feel about the area.
Across the camp, boys and girls had been dragged, kicking and screaming to be placed in Sunday dresses and ties to make it seem more realistic, and eggs and candies had been placed about for them to find (after their “Sunday Brunch” of course) Arranged with bright flowers, the main lodge had been surrounded in jolly decorations with tables and chairs of white placed about outside. Counselors ushered children forward, assuring them that they would have a good time. With any luck, this would be a good day.
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Jacques had hardly expected to be dragged into the whole affair when she climbed over the high fence surrounding the camp. Had she been a bit faster, she might have avoided being caught up by an over excited Mila and forced into a nice new white dress and escaped being dragged off for “Easter Fun”. Though she wasn’t too aware of the month or day, she knew very well that it was NOT Easter. She found herself questioning the sanity of the camp’s directors as she was sat down at one of the tables and given a pat on the head. “No darling, you just wait here and talk with your friends and later, you can join in on the egg hunt!” Mila hadn’t even noticed she wasn’t a camper there. Jacques put it up to the obnoxiously colored Easter Dress she sported, messing with her head and simply sat; slumped forward slightly. She’d come to visit her friends and had ended up forced into some odd little game the defied the process of the holidays.
