Summer Daze, Day 3
Miranda Shadowind
Tuberov walked toward the camp president's office with a rare half-smile on his face. He'd been called there about five minutes ago, and prayed that it meant he would be promoted and not have to put up with wretched children any longer. He was so caught up in his glee that he failed to notice a pair of emerald green eyes watching him via binoculars from a nearby bush..
"And just what do you think you are doing?!" Relena yelled, startling the bush's occupant, who dropped the binculars, stuck her head out the back end, and glared up at her.
"Tryin' tae find out wha Ol' Fish Face be up to tha's what! Now shut up or I'll box yer ears!" Krysta snapped back.
"How dare you threaten me?! I'm telling Councilor Noin! Just you-"
"'ey look thea's 'eero!"
"Heero? Where?!" Relena forgot the threats and scanned the area excitedly.
"By the lake! Quick, get 'im before 'e gets away!" Krysta pointed toward the nearby lake.
"Heeeerooooo! Wait for me I'm coming!" Relena dashed off in the indicated direction.
Krysta held in a laugh until the dumb blonde was out of earshot. Once she regained concentration and resumed her stakeout position, however, Tuberov was nowhere in sight. "Drat."
She pulled herself out of the bush, brushed herself off, and headed away only to hear yelling followed by a KER-SPLASH! from the lake's direction. Krysta ran over to see what was going on. In the lake, Heero was struggling to get to shore while Relena treated him like a human life preserver. "I can't swim! Get me out of here Heeroooo!" she wailed.
Heero grunted and winced. "Shut up and LET GO OF MEEE!"
Krysta grinned maniacally. "Well wha d'ye know? I was right afta all!" The lunch bell rang, so she ran off toward the mess hall cackling all the way.
By the time Heero and Relena had dried themselves off and entered the mess hall, tensions were running high. Duo and another boy were fighting over food, which was typical until it turned into a throwing match. "FOOD FIGHT!" someone yelled, and the entire hall erupted into chaos.
"This is more than a fight! It's a war, and I love it!" cried Dorothy enthusiastically.
"Mission Acc-" BAP "DENIED!" yelled Heero, having been hit in the forehead by a flying apple.
"We must stop this immediately and fascilitate total pacifism!" shouted Relena, scrambling onto a chair.
"Pacify THIS!" Krysta threw a pie at Relena, but she ducked and it hit Wufei instead.
"INJUFTIFF!!" was Wufei's muffled cry.
"Hey! How about throwing some of that over here?" Duo asked, and was promptly hit in the face by a flying glob. He licked some of it off. "Mmm!"
"We shouldn't be fighting at all!" Quatre interjected. Everyone else in the room paused to glare at him, then resumed the fight. "Ahehe.."
The food "war" lasted about 17 more minutes until Tuberov and the other councilors burst in to investigate. "What is the meaning of this?!" yelled the former.
Kids and food particles alike froze for a few moments. Once the initial shock was over and panic had set in, those that could scrambled, slid, and/or ran like hell for the nearest exit, leaving the slow and slime-covered to take the blame.
Miranda Shadowind
Tuberov walked toward the camp president's office with a rare half-smile on his face. He'd been called there about five minutes ago, and prayed that it meant he would be promoted and not have to put up with wretched children any longer. He was so caught up in his glee that he failed to notice a pair of emerald green eyes watching him via binoculars from a nearby bush..
"And just what do you think you are doing?!" Relena yelled, startling the bush's occupant, who dropped the binculars, stuck her head out the back end, and glared up at her.
"Tryin' tae find out wha Ol' Fish Face be up to tha's what! Now shut up or I'll box yer ears!" Krysta snapped back.
"How dare you threaten me?! I'm telling Councilor Noin! Just you-"
"'ey look thea's 'eero!"
"Heero? Where?!" Relena forgot the threats and scanned the area excitedly.
"By the lake! Quick, get 'im before 'e gets away!" Krysta pointed toward the nearby lake.
"Heeeerooooo! Wait for me I'm coming!" Relena dashed off in the indicated direction.
Krysta held in a laugh until the dumb blonde was out of earshot. Once she regained concentration and resumed her stakeout position, however, Tuberov was nowhere in sight. "Drat."
She pulled herself out of the bush, brushed herself off, and headed away only to hear yelling followed by a KER-SPLASH! from the lake's direction. Krysta ran over to see what was going on. In the lake, Heero was struggling to get to shore while Relena treated him like a human life preserver. "I can't swim! Get me out of here Heeroooo!" she wailed.
Heero grunted and winced. "Shut up and LET GO OF MEEE!"
Krysta grinned maniacally. "Well wha d'ye know? I was right afta all!" The lunch bell rang, so she ran off toward the mess hall cackling all the way.
By the time Heero and Relena had dried themselves off and entered the mess hall, tensions were running high. Duo and another boy were fighting over food, which was typical until it turned into a throwing match. "FOOD FIGHT!" someone yelled, and the entire hall erupted into chaos.
"This is more than a fight! It's a war, and I love it!" cried Dorothy enthusiastically.
"Mission Acc-" BAP "DENIED!" yelled Heero, having been hit in the forehead by a flying apple.
"We must stop this immediately and fascilitate total pacifism!" shouted Relena, scrambling onto a chair.
"Pacify THIS!" Krysta threw a pie at Relena, but she ducked and it hit Wufei instead.
"INJUFTIFF!!" was Wufei's muffled cry.
"Hey! How about throwing some of that over here?" Duo asked, and was promptly hit in the face by a flying glob. He licked some of it off. "Mmm!"
"We shouldn't be fighting at all!" Quatre interjected. Everyone else in the room paused to glare at him, then resumed the fight. "Ahehe.."
The food "war" lasted about 17 more minutes until Tuberov and the other councilors burst in to investigate. "What is the meaning of this?!" yelled the former.
Kids and food particles alike froze for a few moments. Once the initial shock was over and panic had set in, those that could scrambled, slid, and/or ran like hell for the nearest exit, leaving the slow and slime-covered to take the blame.