izzyalienqueen ([personal profile] izzyalienqueen) wrote2006-05-28 08:26 pm
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Outside Meerkat Cabin for now

After trying out for a cheerleading position and then laughing with Aeryn at John and Greg's antics, and talking to Elizabeth, Isabel returned to Meerkat and took a long nap. She finally ventured out again as the sun was going down. Stopped on the steps overlooking the other cabins, she tried to figure out where to go. She wasn't looking for anyone in particular, really.

[ooc: locked to someone in particular]

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Greg wasn't looking for anyone in particular, either. Really.

Which is why his face totally didn't light up when he saw Isabel. "Hey."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey yourself," Isabel said with bright smile of her own. "How have you been?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Bored. Spent a quiet day reading in my alcove," he said innocently. "How did your cheer tryout go?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Just reading? I see," she said, trying hard not to laugh. "It went okay. But I'm really not sure I'm going to get a spot on the team. The competition was pretty fierce."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure you knocked them dead," he assured her. "The competition might have been kind of awesome and very good at the splits, but you were totally better. I'm sure of it."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"The competition did jazz hands. I can't compete with that," she said sadly. "I'm going to be forced to cheer you on from the bleachers. And the cheering just won't be the same without the tiny skirt."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"You could always just wear a tiny skirt for fun," Greg suggested with a smirk.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Isabel blushed, "I don't think so."

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Greg blushed, too. "So...what are you up to tonight?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Cursing my internet connection. Nothing much," she shrugged. "I was going to take a walk and maybe crash a campfire. Why? Do you have a better idea?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I could be persuaded to take a walk. You know, if you wanted company," Greg said with a small smile.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Company is always welcome," she smiled as she stepped down off the stairs. "Any ideas on where to walk to?"

[identity profile] like-a-sponge.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"We could walk the trail we ran before?" he suggested, inclining his head in that direction.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-05-29 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"That'd be nice. Although I worry that we're stepping into the middle of a horror movie," Isabel grinned. "Isn't that how they always start? Just an innocent walk in the woods and then the guy with a chainsaw comes out?"