lucky ones' Journal

nachtcrawler @ 6:42pm: [Open]
Kurt had used up the last of his Speed yesterday afternoon, so when he awoke this morning he already could tell he was starting to feel the first few symptoms of withdrawal. He had never felt so tired as he did this morning and it took everything he had to pull himself out of bed. He was feeling very tired, almost lethargic and by looking at him you wouldn't even think that he had just slept for over ten hours. In fact, looking at him you'd think he had been going for a week without a decent sleep.

It took him almost 40 minutes to get ready and make his way down to the dining hall for Breakfast. Instead of getting his usual huge ballpark breakfast, he settled for a mere apple. He just wasn't that hungry, and with his apple in hand he slowly made his way outside. Kurt had never felt so weak and tired before, and before he could even make his way to a picnic table to sit down, his body hit the ground as he passed out.

A few minutes later he felt someone pour water on him and his eyes quickly flew open. His vision was blurry so he couldn't quite make out who it was, but he did bring a hand to his head to rub it as he waited for his vision to become clear. Kurt was very disoriented and confused as he asked "Vhat happened...?"

jaypea @ 4:32pm: time to fly. ( warren )
Jean-Paul was furious. This couldn't be real. It had to be a joke. There was no way that it was true. Warren? In The Box? The two didn't add up. However he had heard about it, the senior camper wasn't taking the news lightly. Alex was one thing, Alex was an adult and knew he had to be punished. Warren was a child and he didn't seem like the type to do anything to end up in there.

Jean-Paul wanted answers.

( No one could stop him. He was still the fastest man alive. )

wrren @ 7:35pm: narrative: in the box
( starting to feel a little claustrophobic )

plotluck @ 3:57pm: prisoners of our own making. ( plot! )
In the early morning, just before the sun came up, Warren Worthington was found on the roof of the counselor's cabin by Jean Grey. His mind was jumbled and he kept mumbling something about the shadows telling him the truth. Jean, knowing of his suicidal past, approached the boy with caution and calm words. When he proclaimed that he wasn't loved or wanted anymore and tried to jump, Jean reached for him. Brandishing a blade, Warren cut Jean's palm and used his wings to steady himself in the air. When he moved to run Jean's eyes began to glow and her anger boiled to the point it appeared as if her hair was living fire.

Warren crumpled to the ground seconds after. He was then taken to The Box by Emma, whom had awoken in the middle of the disturbance. The counselors then had an early morning meeting and chose to keep this between them. Their biggest concern wasn't Warren, but the fact that the shadows had spoken to him and that somehow he had been given a weapon.

plotluck @ 3:46pm: luke, i'm your father. ( plot! )
This afternoon, after the Brotherhood meeting, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff are summoned telepathically to the main office. There, they are told their father had arrived and they will be meeting with him. Much to their surprised, I'm sure, Emma leads them into a conference room where Erik Lehnsherr awaits. He revieles to them that he is indeed their father and that he's been watching them for some time, waiting for the right day to bring them home. Since they both obviously have problems, Erik insists that they stay at the camp (being that it is practically Erik's home as well -- one of many he's created). He tells them that one day they will inherit the earth, that it's in their blood. The meeting ends after an hour or so, Emma mediating from the other room and telepathically keeping the children calm and still to listen. Plus, this negates any unnecessary fighting. Save it for the next meeting.

When it is over, Erik promises to return this weekend and take them into the city for lunch and leaves. Emma releases her hold on the children so they may angst properly.

nachtcrawler @ 2:00pm: Hang Time
_{Open to those in Cabin #3.}

Kurt was in the living area on the cabin, flipping through the various channels on the television. He was bored, he was restless, and it was way to hot to even think about being outside. He had just finished the last of his speed, so the drug was still in his system... but as to what would happen when the drug would leave, he wasn't quite sure. When he had stopped by Ms. Frost's office, she wasn't around so he never got a chance to talk to her like she wanted. So he had no idea what type of withdrawl symptoms he would be expecting but figured it couldn't be any worse then being slightly more agitated then normal.

The channels he had to choose from on the TV were limited, so the only thing he could find that was even remotely interesting was Jerry Springer. As he sat there and watched it for a few minutes, a look of disgust crossed his face when one of the people stood up and threw a chair at the host. A fight started to break out, and Kurt had no idea what happened to cause it. Were all Americans this hostile?

"Warum überrascht dieses mich nicht? Verrückte Amerikaner.

_{Translation: Why does this not surprise me?/Crazy Americans}

incendium @ 9:19pm: Welcome Home (OPEN)
Eyes on the handout of the past week's activities, St. John smiled noting the little 'weekend roughing it' excursion. That must have gone well. The nmote of 'learning how to make a fire' actually had him laugh out loud.

His things were all put away (well, more or less having just thrown his luggage back on his bunk without much regard) after his little vacation from this place, won out of surpringly good behavior and a request from his last living family memeber back in Queensland. But vacations only lasted so long before he had to come back under lock and key and careful guard. In a way... it was kind of liberating. He made a mental note to jot that down and went to find something to snack on.

Someone would be around to say hi to, they always were.

havokinmyheart @ 12:13am: ( OOC )

Alex propped his door open around seven. He felt pretty prepared, to be honest; he was armed with a bag of tortilla chips and some salsa, and enough bottles of water to last them through the little discussion in case anyone talked themselves thirsty. Alex had been seriously surprised and shaken by the book. Because nobody was supposed to know about Scott, whether or not he'd admit they were right on the money. He waited impatiently, fingers truming on one knee, thinking about who could have figured him out.

It wasn't as though he'd been on a high security alert since he'd arrived, anyway.

[for the members of Cabin 4!]

marvel_boy @ 10:48pm: The drama didn't really phase Vance, or interest him at all, so he'd abandoned the journals for a constitutional around the camp. He found the whole thing kinda funny, actually. His life had been far from boring up to now, so a little slump in the excitement was fine with him. When he first arrived here, he had planned on getting out as soon as possible, but to his surprise, he found he didn't mind the place at all.

[open to Jamie / anyone else cool]

wrren @ 8:06pm: father and me [narrative]
( father and son, this thread lies thin and torn )

plotluck @ 3:28am: ooo, burned. ( plot! )
Upon waking up in the morning in their (new to some) cabins, all campers are shocked to find stapled copies of a horrible little journal entitled "The Burn Book" pushed under their doors. Inside are the names of most campers, minus the newly new arrivals, and each has a something mean -- either true or false -- written about them. The author of the book is unknown, but there are four names not appearing in it:

Elisabeth Braddock
Gaia Bloom
Sofia Mangeta
Sophie Stepford

The hard copy ends up on the front steps of the counselor's office.

( The Burn Book )

Let the drama ensue.

what_a_hellion @ 3:07am: Okay, stuffing his fast last night had seemed like a good idea. Food was good, hands down. Especially when it was junk food. Unfortunately eating that much food so late at night was not fun for his digestive system. After the boys had disposed of the evidence Julian hit the sheets and didn't wake up until noon. And when he did? He felt sick to his stomach. He must have spent a good hour puking off in the woods.

Instead of enjoying the activities with the rest of the campers he stayed in his tent until it started to get a little dark. He was finally feeling better although his body still ached from his encounter with the ground and tree last night. People always said fresh air, especially mountain fresh air, did a body good. He decided to take their advice and go for a walk. He also needed to stretch his body out and work out some muscle cramps.

He tried to avoid most people because he didn't want them asking him where he had been all day and why he looked so pale. He veered off to a path that he didn't see too many people gathered around. For the most part no one was there but he noticed (and too late at that) that there was another person on the trail.

[Open to Sofia]

_decipher @ 12:58am: Doug escaped from his tent in the middle of the night with one thing on his mind: his bladder.

Sure, there were more pleasant things to be thinking about, but Doug kept hearing the rain. And all that water just did a number on him. Even in his dreams he had to take a leak! So, out into the rain Doug went. He'd done something that was either smart or incredibly dorky, and that was put his inhaler on a little lanyard which he was wearing around his neck. It wasn't as though, in his boxers and his t-back undershirt, he had pockets. Unfortuantely, he didn't think there was any way he could take care of business without getting soaked.

Sometimes he wished he had a power like telekinesis, so he could at least give himself a makeshift rain-brella. As it was, though, the blonde was hot-footing it out into the downpour, and heading for the trees, in the hopes of finding one to hide behind should any unsuspecting girls [read: Jubilee] poke their heads out of tents to look for him on finding his rather gigantic and delightfully warm sleeping bag empty.

Doug found a tree, and finished his business with a happy little shake, only to turn around to head back and see what looked awfully like a big amphibious something-or-another crouched and *sleeping* under what was just the next tree over. Doug, ever curious, took an odd step closer, wiping his hands on his soaked boxers, and frowned. It was a PERSON!

A green, kind of slimy, toad-ish looking person, but still a person!

"Hey, buddy? Hey," he said, moving over to him and first checking to make sure he wasn't, you know, bleeding or dead. "You okay, man?"

[[Open for Mortimer]]

no_new_pink @ 2:41am: Mindee didn't care that it was wet and that the ground was slippery and that she was now soaked to the bone. She kept on running blindly through the camp grounds and didn't stop until he lungs felt like they were about to explode. It hurt to breathe and every time she did take a breath it caused her body to shake.

Her frantic eyes looked all around her and she realized she in the middle of no where. She was miles and miles away from the nearest town and even then her parents made her come here for a reason. But if they knew she was scared they would take her back, wouldn't they?

She wasn't sure and that frightened her more than anything. She curled up against the tree, glad of the protection it offered her from the rain. She looked down at her clothes which were drenched and were a pastel pink color. She never remembered liking pink this much. Then again there were a lot of things she couldn't remember.

She pulled her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Her chin was planted on her kneecaps and she looked out into the rain for a little while. Eventually she closed her eyes and prayed that when she opened them up she'd be back home.

[Open to anyone]

what_a_hellion @ 12:03am: When Julian first found out about the campout he was a bit iffy. He didn't want to move cabins but it didn't sound like he had a choice. His attitude improved over the course of time and events. He enjoyed going out and learning survival tricks. He was getting the hang out of and of course used it as a oppertunity to show off.

Now? Now he was jittery and feeling anxious. The rain had forced him to stay locked up in the tent for a few hours. He did not like being stuck inside of such a small space with three other people. He barely stayed still for more than five minutes. He was fortunate enough that he could duck outside if he started to feel really anxious and use his shield to protect himself from the rain.

Now he was feeling bored and he was hungry as well. It was late at night and most of the senior campers were asleep so he doubted he could go bother them for some food. Everyone else in his tent was asleep too. With a frustrated sigh he used his foot to nudge Pietro in the side and he tried to wake him up.

"Hey Pietro, wake up"

He said in a voice that was low enough that it wouldn't wake up the other people in their tent but still loud enough that it would disturn Pietro's sleep.

[open to Pietro]

marvel_boy @ 6:35pm: ][ The Losers ][
The leftovers. That's how it felt to Vance. They were the kids who hadn't made friends yet, or whose friends had other friends they'd rather be with. At the moment, he'd rather be with Kurt or Bobby. Not because they were so very close, but because he knew them, at least. Vance didn't know the names of anyone he was stuck sharing a tent with. And one of them was getting slime on everything.

"So, uh.. Does anyone like Frank Sinatra?" Vance asked, trying to sound cheerful, but not holding on to much hope.

[open to Betsy, Sophie, and Mort]

gaias @ 5:39pm: -- The Great Camping Extravaganza, Day One
The first day of camping passed like a cheesy 80's montage, only without the feel-good rock and legwarmers.

First there was everyone arriving at the designated area, backpacks and sunscreen on every camper. (Or as close to that as the people in charge could get, anyway.) They were made to divide into groups, and Gaia had immediately taken the opportunity to commandeer her two favourite people, even if it took grabbing both Sofia and Lore by the back of their collars and hauling them to her tent by loving force.

As the first event (How To Put Up a Tent 101, at which Gaia actually had a surprising wealth of experience) got underway, so too did the antics, which included but were not limited to: lewd comments about 'poles' (which turned into Gaia chasing Sofia with one of them), wearing tent coverings as togas, and re-enacting Buffy the Vampire Slayer with tent stakes. The tent did manage to get set up, in the end, and all in one piece to boot, but not without lots of laughter and at least one reminder from Those In Charge (in dubious, parental tones) that they did have to get it finished sometime before nightfall.

After that came the scavenging (which didn't last long, thank goodness) and the cook-out, which miraculously did not end in a foodfight, but merely lots of smiles and satisfied tummies. Gaia got her s'mores from Julian, nobody got ketchup on Lore's oh-so-stylish wardrobe, and Sofia... Well, was Sofia, which is apparently synonymous with 'uber-cool'.

Everything drew to a close with the setting of the sun. Sometime during the course of the day, they'd managed to acquire a fourth camper, and now Gaia & Co were happily bunked down in their tent for the night with all that rain and thunder drumming just overhead. But just because it was after dark didn't mean they had to sleep yet, right? Right!

[ Lore, Sofia, and a good-natured volunteer from the audience, please! :D ]

jaypea @ 4:00pm: early morning song. ( Warren )
A jerk fell through Jean-Paul's entire body as he pulled himself from sleep. The sounds of the wild were louder than ever and even through the layer of cloth that made up his tent, the early morning sun blinded him. He was momentarily lost, unable to register where he was or what happened. The immedate, uncomfortable pain in his lower back told him he'd been sleeping on the hard ground -- he knew that feeling too well, having lived at the camp for so long. It was the numbness in his left arm that he couldn't quite place.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he turned a tired face toward the arm. There, the sight of the little blonde boy next to him made his heart stop. Last night flooded back to him then, while staring at the mess of curl, flexing his arm just a bit it make sure it was still alive under the weight of the sleeping kid. A faint smile fell over his mouth until that more familiar ping of guilt settled in his stomach and washed it away.

Carefully, quietly, Jean-Paul slid his arm out from under Warren and sat slowly upright, rubbing the shoulder to try and bring the blood flow back. With his good arm, he snatched his shirt off the floor and tugged it awkwardly on, feeling instantly better now that he was fully clothed. Returning to a weak massage of his arm, he glanced down at Warren and his actions died out so he was simply sitting there, staring with that tired, almost-sad look in his eyes.

Eventually, he managed the courage to reach out and place a palm down upon Warren's sleeping cheek. Gently, he moved his hand back, brushing it past the boy's ear and smoothing back his hair. Just a little movement, enough (hopefully) to wake the other without shock.

lupine_sinclair @ 2:31pm: [Narrative]
Rahne had pretty much stayed far away from everyone as she participated in the activities they had planned. Although she has been here for a while now, she still didn't trust any of them. When it was time to turn in for the night, Rahne had refused to share a tent with three strangers and so after transforming into her lupine form, she took off through the woods. The rain did not bother her, for it actually felt good against her red fur as she loped through the winding path of the forest.

She had no idea where she was going, and honestly didn't care. The further she got away from them for the night, the better. She knew that the counselors would probably be mad at her when she returned in the morning, but she didn't care. She wasn't about to leave herself open to be killed or raped. Sure she had finally become used to sleeping in the cabin with the others... but a tent was different. Tents were more crowded, provided little shelter, and were extremely uncomfortable.

She had been running for about ten minutes when she finally came upon a huge oak tree that had a huge hole in the bottom of it. Surprisingly, she was able to find out that she could fit in their quite comfortably and once she knew it was safe, she curled up inside and rested her muzzle on her paws. Deciding to stay in her lupine form for the night, she closed her eyes and for the first time in weeks... she had actually been able to fall into a peaceful sleep.

wrren @ 11:48pm: [for jp.]
Warren had been busy all day long, first with the setting up of the tent, an all new experience for him, and then the activities that followed. Sure, his dad had at some point in his childhood decreed that they (the family) go camping, but they never actually camped. The trip had been a publicity stunt to promote his family man image and it succeeded. Camping for the Worthington's meant high priced, exclusive, country club grounds, fully loaded RV's and business phone calls at all hours of the day. This -- the tenting and grilling -- was real camping and Warren thoroughly enjoyed it.

Then it rained. Warren had pouted, he had whined and then, finally, accepted that while the other camper's could enjoy a nice little summer shower, he could not. His wings would get wet and then they'd be weighed down, which in turn would just make him uncomfortable and grouchy. So he had retired to his tent. For the next hour or so he spent in his tent, Warren had read a book, did a crossword puzzle or two and still, after two hours inside found that he was quite bored. With no other choice, Warren had settled for a nap.

His nap had taken on a life of it's own and soon he was dozing through the day's activity and soon night fell upon the little gathering and everyone had returned to their own tents to rest for the next activity filled day.

rumblerumbleBOOM!

Thunder shook the tents and lightning flashed across the camp grounds, lighting up the trees and cabins for a second or so, though it was enough to startle Warren awake. With a jump, he sat up, found himself momentarily tangled within the blanket someone had draped over him and panicked. It was like being trapped.

He flapped his wings, and then, after a few careful tugs was free and in a moment of fear, ran out of his tent and into the rain.

The cold sensation of water on his face and skin, shocked him into hyper-awareness: he was outside, in the rain, and in the middle of the night. With a shudder, Warren blindly ran in the direction of JP's tent (he remembered from watching the older boy set up his own tent earlier that day), fumbled with the flap before in a growl of frustration, pushed right through, landing in a heap somewhere around JP's leg.

Maybe JP had yet to fall asleep.

mentalmirage @ 11:25pm: As the rain fell upon the tent in a rhythm like pattern, Danielle sat up on her sleeping bag, carefully watching the shadows of the raindrops fall. She couldn't sleep. If she closed her eyes, that demonic bear was going to chase her into a coma--or even worse. However, that wasn't the only thing she was going to in vision. It could be one of her tent mates desires or fears, and the last thing she would want is to see is a wet dream. Danielle inhaled deeply, getting quite bored with the racing raindrops. Glancing over to the other three sleeping, she couldn't help but feel the need to talk to one of them. Ever since she arrived to this camp, she excluded herself from the cabin #5 group and everyone else. She didn't want to put any harm to them, or scare them away with visions that just burst out of nowhere.

Her mind wandered from one thing to another, only to keep her occupied and energized to outlast the night. She began thinking about her family before any of these events happened. Danielle pulled her legs into her chest and hugged them tightly, as she rested her chin on her knee caps. Her eyes wandered through the dark as she tilted her head slightly, noticing a figure sitting up across from her. With all her rustling, she must have woken up one of her roommates.

[ open ]

plotluck @ 10:38pm: cookout. ( setting post! )
The plan is to camp all weekend while the cabins are being reworked. All campers were first shown how to set up a tent to fit four people. Then, they were taught how to make fire without powers. Next came scavenging for food, which took all of five minutes before senior campers decided just to grab food from the kitchen cabin and grill for the campers. More lessons will be taught. The first few hours were all about getting adjusted.

Night fell quickly and everyone settled in a few minutes before the rain started. It came hard, fast, and loud. The seniors insisted that they would all be safe inside their waterproof tents. Their first night out all together is truly about roughing it.


( ooc: everyone should feel free to start threads, narratives and logs from the first rainy night on through the weekend. their days will move like our days and they will be heading back to the cabins sunday afternoon. internet and journal access will obviously be restricted from use until that time. have fun! )

plotluck @ 4:54pm: what they said. ( plot update! )
The assembly is held after noon in the rec building. Everyone is present, including the healthy looking Jean Grey-Summers. Emma begins by addressing the concerns about the lifestyle at Xavier's and reminds everyone of the camp rules of conduct. She then introduces Xi'an Coy Manh as the newest senior camper and leader of Factor X, which will be housed in the formerly unused Cabin 6. Lodging is adjusted accordingly. While Cabin 6 undergoes renovation and things are prepped for the move, all campers are invited to attend the senior hosted cookout over on the far south side where they will learn the essentials of survival; how to set up a tent, build fire, scavenger for food, ect. There will also be fun and games for all.

Logan is sure to remind the kiddies that the counselors will be watching and insist that there be no more than four bodies to a tent. Seniors will have their own tent on the grounds, all problems, questions and concerns should be directed toward them. They are in charge for the weekend.

Scott takes time to thank everyone for staying out of trouble (for the most part) during Xavier's visit. He requests the same behavior be presented when Erik Lehnsherr pays the camp a short visit Sunday night. Everyone is then dismissed to go to the campsite.

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are privately reminded by Emma that they will be meeting in the counselor's office on Sunday to discuss family affairs.

lordoftheflies @ 1:34am: A Little Less Conversation (LOG)

WHO: Narya and Mortimer
WHAT: a short and loud discussion about everything from what's 'in' trees and what makes a toad
WHERE: Cabin #1
WHY: 'Cause Morty's a peeping tom Because, like the mountain, the window was there. =)



( They do not 'fuck.' Trees reproduce without sexual intercourse of any kind. )

shields_ @ 10:05pm: JAREMY :D i think this goes here..
Who; JARED! & REMY!
Where; Behind the storage...buidling.
When; Oh, you know. About that time.
Warning; Rated PG-13 because Jared says a bad word.
What; They both sneak out for a smoke. Jared's a buttface and Remy's just as bad. I dunno. Read it?

( Kay Dr. Phil )