the world has it's shine.

[jonathan nikalous rogers.]

"diamond girl, i'll never let you touch the ground."

mornings were never great. they sucked, on just about every level. having to be woken up from a peaceful slumber to embrace the challenge of surviving another day. just the thought of being woken from his sweet dreams made jonathan cringe a little. why, there he was, fast asleep in his little bunk that he barely, just barely, fit in, and that damn camp bell went off, almost like a school fire alarm. he could have just sworn some of those girls in the alpha and charlie cabins screamed their little heads off. but did jonathan scream his little blonde head off? nope. all he did was yawn, rub his eyes and punch his pillow a few times to punish it for him actually showing up at the summer camp. it was the second day and the campers were supposed to arrive around noon and the counselors were supposed to appear well rested and happy. yeah, right. okay. half of the counselors went to bed around one o'clock that morning and the ones who went to bed at that time only got about six hours of sleep because they were all expected to get up out of their beds to prepare for their exciting day ahead. the camp deans were far to excited and it was a shame that they expected the counselors to be just as excited. half of the counselors were forced to come by their own parents.

the line was actually pretty long inside starbucks. jonathan was not one of those unfortunate souls who volunteered to work (for, yes, cash) at the cafe. they looked very busy and the young adults waiting for their coffee were being very relentless and yelling things at the people behind the counter. "come on! it's early and i want my damn coffee!" this was something that was rather common to be yelled. now jonathan, being rather patient, just waiting in the 'line' (if one could even call it a line.), rocking back and forth on his feet, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his blonde hair in his, today, dark eyes. once it was his turn to deal with the very moody baristas. "morning, can i just have a black coffee?" he flased the barista a smile, not at all surprised that she seemed to find this refreshing. it only took one or two minutes before his coffee was done and handed to him. maybe it was because it didn't need any extra crap added to it. a black coffe. simple and easy to make. jonathan handed her the money, plus a hefty tip, and turned around, going straight outside and sitting on a nice patch of grass. he set the coffee down next to him on a pience of steady ground and laid back, looking up at the sky, for being summer, the sky was actually pretty cloudy and gray. it wasn't likely to rain but that would make for a great camp starter.

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[madelyn lee allinson]

This has got to be a joke. The thought stumbled across Mimi's brain as the clamoring sirens split the morning air, waking them from their sleep. The sun isn't even all the way up yet! What the fuck were they thinking?! While everyone else pulled themselves out of bed, she pulled in a deep breath of air, opened her mouth, and screamed out her frustration in high, dramatic fashion. Mimi was, if nothing else, gifted at making herself heard. No one in the camp would be spared her intense frustration over being awoken at such an ungodly hour. The other counselors cast her looks ranging from annoyed to outright angry, clearly not appreciating her display one bit. Like she gave a damn what any of them thought.

Leaving her sheets a tangled, unceremonious mess, Madelyne finally summoned the will to get up and greet the day. Her head pounded as she moved, the room spinning until she steadied herself. It was 7am, meaning that she had gotten almost exactly four hours of sleep last night. Oh well, it wasn't like she was used to spending more than about five hours of her night sleeping--unless you factored in the time she spent sleeping with a guy, which she counted as exercise. Adeline had forced Mimi to come here, citing that it would help her "grow as a person". Whatever that was supposed to mean. And naturally, Maddison had been oh-so-delighted about coming, so enthusiastic over the opportunity. Sometimes Mimi's twin just made her gag.

Wandering over to the--in her opinion at least--extremely small closet she had been allotted upon moving into the cabin, Madelyne contemplated her wardrobe. She was looking for something casual, but also cute. It wouldn't be a problem. She slipped into a charcoal gray dress that was loose and flowing, with three-quarter length sleeves and a scoop neck. She matched it with a pair of black leggings, then grabbed a metallic black purse to complete the ensemble. Perfect. She quickly swept her hair back into its normal poof, letting most of it hang straight down her back, then quickly applied her day make-up. In less than ten minutes, she was out the door, leaving her room-mates scrambling around, still trying to get ready.

The thought made her smirk as she stepped out onto the ground, crunching the grass beneath her feet and inhaling the dewy scent of early-morning. The air was crisp, with a chill edge to it, but not enough to cause goose-flesh. Besides, it would burn off as soon as the sun fully rose, leaving it hot, hot, hot. Making a beeline for Starbucks, Mimi was fully aware that her normal morning pessimism would also burn off after a cup of coffee. Entering the shop, she had to stifle a groan at the sight of the line, or rather mob, of people waiting already. Taking in the situation, she decided that there was really only one course of action appropriate. She marched right over to the side, and entered the back counter with the baristas, grabbing a cup of mocha before the could do so much as cast glares in her direction. "Can it," she snapped at one guy who was opening his mouth to tell her off. She tossed him some money, then made her escape before he could recover enough to comment. Certainly her mother would hear about this little stunt, but it was only to be expected considering she'd been forced so far from civilization that this one Starbucks was the only place to get a decent cup of joe.

It was as she exited that she noticed the blonde boy sitting outside on the grass, quietly sipping his own cup. What was his name again? Something with a J.. The only thing she for certain was that he was a counselor like herself. Plunking herself down on the ground next to him, she grinned. "Lovely bloody morning, eh?" She took a drink of her coffee, enjoying the smooth feel of the liquid across her tongue. Heaven. "I'm Madelyne Allinson, by the way. But if you actually call me Madelyne, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."

[jonathan nikalous rogers.]

"diamond girl, i'll never let you touch the ground."

the night before when jonathan was drifting off into a peaceful slumber, or more so trying to drift off into a slumber that would be imterrupted about five or six hours later that very day, he was thinking about how the deans' daughters reacted to the news that they had to go to a summer camp for troubled teens. five girls: elizabeth, aimee, lacey, maddison and madelyne. probably five different reactions. jonathan had no idea why it intrugied him so much but, it did. all five of the girls were good-looking, for lack of better wording and jonathan was willing to bet money that they all looked good in bikinis. all five of the girls had different personality chips and he could just imagine their reactions. lacey acting very perky about everything, elizabeth with her humor, aimee wanting to bring her finacee along, maddison being somewhat perly and madelyne being a downright bitch about everything and wanting the best of the best. in jonathan's hefty opinion, it would have made a very nice film for their kids to watch when they were older. hell, jonathan could probably watch it over and over and over and over, well i'll stop now because you get the point, i'm sure, until he had blood running from his eyes, hell, even after he'd be able to watch. that was how amusing he thought it would be. anyway, i refuse to blab on anymore.

"lovely bloody morning, eh?" jonathan didn't even jump when he heard this. someone was bound to see him and talk to him sometime that morning. "just fucking amazing." yes, jonathan had a bad case of cursing and he really didn't care what anyone had to say about it. he wasn't going to stop right away just because someone aksed him to. it would take someone really special to ask jonathan to stop cursing and he would right on the spot. and i mean someone really special. not even his mom could control him and his horrid habit of cursing. "my name is jonathan. actually make the mistake of calling me jonathan will result in someone's death." after saying this, jonathan had to give her a very small smile.


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[madelyn lee allinson]

Ugh. The male version of me. That's the last thing this camp needs. I'm already more than these people can handle. Though amused by his response, she was already mentally writing him off for a lack of originality. She did Mimi too well to have anyone else trying to quote her lines, even if it was a cute boy. "So what is it safe to call you?' she asked, then promptly began digging around in her purse looking for the omnipresent lighter and pack of Marlboros. With a practiced flick she had it lit, and breathed in a deep drag of nicotine-laden smoke. She quickly washed the taste of it out of her mouth by taking another sip of coffee. This was the life. Or it would be if it wasn't seven-freaking-thirty in the morning. "Want one?" she added as a tactful after thought, belatedly realizing that she was wafting the smoke in his direction. Smoker's karma: always let someone bum your cigarettes, and when in need, someone will always let you bum one of theirs. Besides, she knew all too well that if it had been her sitting there, she wouldn't even have waited for permission to snatch one, so he got brownie points for waiting like a good little boy.

As the other counselors streamed out by them, Mimi inclined her head to acknowledge the ones who greeted her, while flatly ignoring the rest. By now, she recognized all of them, but wasn't always able to remember their names or to which group they belonged. Now, to top it all off, the camp would be plagued with damaged children whose names and camps she would also be expected to learn. The whole thing was like hell on earth.

She frowned at the stick of tobacco that was clearly not doing its job of decreasing her stress levels, then took yet another swig of coffee, determined that one of them would clear the clouds from her mind. If all else failed, maybe she would sneak off into the woods and smoke a bowl--nothing like a little wake and bake, especially in a place like this. It was also rather gratifying to know that she was, by far, not the only counselor who enjoyed pot now and then. The camp deans would flip a lid if they knew, but everyone was pretty good at keeping things under wraps.

I wonder if he has any idea how lucky he is to even be sitting next to me? Leaning back on her arms, she let her cool gray eyes rest on him, listening to the snatches of conversation and bubbling laughter of the other counselors. Everyone seems far too happy for so early in the morning. But that's nothing I can't cure. Mimi liked for everyone around her to experience the same mood she was in, so it didn't suite her to have them all so bright and chipper. Unfortunately, she didn't have the energy or inclination at the moment to go properly ruin anyone's day. She was fairly confident that her mother and Thatcher would manage that without any extra help from her.