Realistic or Modern A Summer on Moore Farm

[BatBrainBat]

Welcome to Moore Farm​

What do you do when all your workers are off on vacation? Why, open a summer camp of course! What kind of summer camp you might ask? One based in farming and agriculture, to teach the new generation the "simplest, yet richest life."

Teens are invited to spend their summer (willingly or not) at the Moore farmstead, where they will learn how to work the rolling fields of barley, and care for the humble sheep of the property. Teens will be under the supervision of the owner of the stead, an older man named Darragh Moore, and will be paid a bit of pocket money for their hard work. In this place, teens will have to be on their best behavior, but away from prying eyes, summer romances can bloom.

Special thanks to Chansbury for assisting in the planning, setup, and running of this RP!​

 

[BatBrainBat]

Day 1​

The sun beat down on green, green grass. The wind rolled over the hills, and animals bleated and whinnied in the pasture. But other than that, the farm was silent. And then there was the sound of a vehicle on the gravel road outside. Orange juice and bottled water, and a simplistic breakfast of egg salad and ham-and-cheese sandwiches had been set out on a table in the front yard. The plastic tablecloth was incredibly obnoxious as it crunkled in the wind. Only two of the teens were already there: the farmer's own niece, who was staying with him in his house, and one of his usual farmhands, who had the idea of the welcome breakfast. The man stood looking over the table with his hands on his hips, and an awkward expression on his rough face.

This was it. This was the start of what could very well be a rather eventful summer. The first car pulled into the driveway. The first kid to be dropped off.

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[Best Trekkie.]

Brian stepped out of the car. His father drove an F250 that seemed more akin to something from a junkyard rather than a family pickup. Either way he wasn't concerned about the farm as much as he was concerned about his equipment. Walking around to the back of the pickup he opened the tailgate and with the help of his reluctant father they heaved out a wagon full of radio equipment. The second that Brian had closed the tailgate and began to pull his mobile wagon radio station along, the F250 eagerly sped off down the road. Brian spat and muttered, "Prick." Before waiting for others to arrive.

 

[justaweirdo]

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Marilynn opened the passenger door, glad that they had finally made it there. She was tired of hearing her mother grumble about how she had to go out of her way to take her here. She was happy that her grandparents lived closer than her mother, so they agreed to arrange for someone to pick her up and keep her for the summer. As much as she missed her father, she was happy that his parents had agreed to stay in contact with her, despite her mother being the way she was.

She pressed her foot against the soft ground and smiled, feeling the breeze hit her face and blow her hair back. She shut the passenger door and opened the back door, grabbing her book bag. She placed the straps on her shoulders and looked around. She noticed there were three other people around and gave a small smile. She heard her mother's car leave the property and she took a deep breath, happy that she didn't have to constantly watch her back. She walked over to the table and grabbed an orange juice. "Thank you." She said out loud, unsure of who to thank for the drink then saw the man by the table. She figured it was his doing and said thank you again in his direction. She was nervous and unsure of what was going to happen for the summer.

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[graphic_biscuit]

Nothing could quell the excited thumping in Mirella's chest as she pulled in front of the farm. It was so mesmerizing; the pastures that laid behind the farm were vast and filled with various farm animals, the grass was as green as green could be, and Mirella was loving it all. Well, except for the rough-looking man standing in the front yard. He didn't seem very welcoming or hospitable; Mirella was intimidated by him, to say the least. Nevertheless, she wouldn't continue to judge him from afar, it wasn't right. She'd get to know the man and all of the other teenagers that were attending the day camp as well.

Mirella parked her car and swung her door open, eagerly clambering out of the small vehicle. Almost immediately, a cool breeze brushed her skin, a few stray strands of her hair waving about. Mirella didn't know which she loved more, the city or the rural areas. They both had wonderful little charms and surprises that she adored so much, like the random thrift and antique stores scattered around her city, or the colorful wildflowers that sprouted up in fields during the spring. Oh, she couldn't wait to get into the farming aspect of the day camp, the number of plants she'd be caring for would be enormous.

She glanced about, her gaze landing on one of the teenagers who had arrived. She offered her a big smile, returning the wave that she had given her. Mirella wondered when the other participants would arrive, she was very excited to meet them.

Mirella reached into her car for her backpack and shut her car door, making sure to lock it before she went off. She slung her backpack over her shoulders and started towards the table that was set up in the front yard, eyeing the layout of food. She hadn't eaten breakfast; she was too excited to dwell on that. Mirella reached for one of the tasty-looking sandwiches and a bottle of water, making sure to smile and nod in the direction of the old man. She really hoped that he wasn't as rough as he looked.

"Thank you, sir," she spoke, slipping away to another corner of the yard. She took a bite out of her sandwich and scoped out the area, looking for any other people who might've been around.

 

[spookie]

✰micah 'spook' sterling✰
mood: miserable | currently: sulking | mentions: n/a​

Micah bit his lip and glared out the window as he watched the farmhouse and its rolling fields grow nearer.

Ugh.

It had been a horrible idea. His mother's idea. How sending someone away to do glorified peasant work in some dirty old field would help his personality, the gloomy teen wasn't sure. What he did know, however, was that he'd hate every minute of it.

Micah shuddered, feeling positively sick from the long car ride and more than a little annoyed. When the vehicle finally came to a stop, he yanked open the door with shaky hands and cursed under his breath when he realized he'd chipped his usually pristine black nail paint. Could today get any worse?

It seemed he'd spoken too soon. There were a few other kids already there, hanging around a table of some sort. Nearby was a surly-looking old man, probably the farmer himself or someone who worked there. Having no desire to get to know any of these positively charming new faces, the emo instead kept his head down and ignored any welcoming smiles sent his way.

He didn't feel up to eating anything, so instead hung around the outskirts of the little gathering. Aside from his backpack which contained his MP3 player and was covered in a multitude of colorful pins, Micah had nothing to entertain himself.

With an unenthusiastic grimace, he settled on observing the other campers. Better to know now what he'd be having to deal with all summer.

 

[Winter_Wolf]

Aaron smiled slightly as he turned down the farm road. He remembered turning down the road to his relatives' farm when they were still in Ireland, except this time it was his car, him driving, and his adventure. It had all been his idea after all, to come to the farm. He pulled up near to where everyone was gathered. It looked like there were some teens already present, both boys and girls. That was good--he didn't want to be the first, nor the last. The sight of an orange juice container and food caught his eye. After grabbing the things he would need for the day, Aaron set out to grab a sandwich and drink.

Aaron's breakfast that morning had been even simpler than the one offered; he counted himself lucky that there was food available. Farmwork undoubtedly required a good, nutritious breakfast, and sight of the old man only reinforced this belief. He might not have planned lunch. But, Aaron gave the old man a nod and greeted him.

He figured that he should introduce himself to the others. Once he looked at them more closely, he paused. Sure the girls looked nice enough, but when Aaron looked at the two boys already present, he began to wonder what he was in for. One emo, and one kid with a whole radio set-up, for whatever reason. Aaron thought of his guitar, which was something he was attached to and brought along, but he had left it in the trunk.

"Hell," he muttered, just before taking a sip of juice. I guess I'll get to know the girls. The first one he saw seemed to have spots of dried paint on her jeans, which he thought was interesting. Aaron went over to them.

"Hi," he said, "I'm Aaron."

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[graphic_biscuit]

More and more people began to trickle into the front yard and up to the breakfast table. Mirella continued to munch on her sandwich and observe the others, intrigued by their interesting quirks. The emo kid immediately caught her gaze when he arrived, he looked so melancholic and distant. She made a mental note to introduce herself to him once she finished eating, maybe she could cheer him up a bit. The other guy had a whole radio station with him! Mirella was definitely going to make conversation with him, all his gizmos and gadgets seemed so fascinating. She fixed her gaze on his radio, staring quizzically at it and took another bite from her sandwich.

Mirella was halfway through chewing when one of the new arrivals approached her, introducing himself to her. A bit startled, she sputtered and coughed, nearly choking on a piece of ham. She patted her chest and cleared her throat, offering the guy a smile.

"I'm sorry, you scared me a bit," she replied. "It's nice to meet you, Aaron. My name is Mirella."

Her gaze traveled to his guitar he carried with him, and immediately became curious. Did he sing for a living? Has he written his own songs? Was he a bigshot, and she just didn't know him? Was he a superhero using an identity of an upcoming artist to hide his second life? Mirella didn't know, but she was excited to find out.

Winter_Wolf

 

[Winter_Wolf]

"Oh, I'm the one to be sorry, I didn't mean to. Are you okay? Anyways, it's good to be here, huh? Oh, and I couldn't help but notice your jeans. I suppose you're a painter then?" Aaron gestured towards Mirella's jeans.

 

[graphic_biscuit]

"Mhm, I'm alright!" she replied chipperly. "and, yeah, it's pretty cool to be out on a farm like this. It's so beautiful here."

Mirella stole another glance at the pastures just beyond the cottage, becoming mesmerized for a second time. She then shook her head, fixing her gaze back on Aaron. Her smile broadened at the mention of paint.

"You're correct, my good sir. I love to paint whenever I can, on whatever I can," she said, gesturing towards a small clump of painted on sunflowers on her hip. "Don't be too surprised if I'm covered in paint one day. It's happened before."

 

[CoconutLeaves]

"This is the farm!" Old man Flynn, the person she met on the way told her. While she did plan to spend money for a cab as she promised her parents she would, the old man with his wife invited her to ride with them in the horse drawn carriage since it wasn't a far ways off to their destination. While she was a bit worried trusting total strangers, the fact that they were close to eighty meant that she could fend them off as long as they don't do anything funny. Not to mention her parents would be here later to pick her up.

"I'm so sorry for being a burden, and I really appreciate you two bringing me here." She apologized as she got off to get her things. Chatting a bit more with them before parting ways, she looked at the farm and admired it's Irish idyllicness that seemed to be part of the Irish charm.

Not a bad way to spend a summer in her opinion.

"Well, time to begin." She said to herself as she entered the farm, noticing that other teenagers were making their way as well.

 

[Cliffspiracy]

Her eyes gleamed from the back of a taxi cab as she had finally made it to the farm. She was a bit reluctant to be here considering she had little to no experience but there was always a first time for everything. When the cab stopped in its tracks, she paid the driver then thanked him as she grabbed her luggage from her seat and stood on the outside of the taxi now. Too bad her father couldn't have brought because she could use a much-needed pep talk right about now. She had no idea where to place her luggage but seen people were already there so she just placed it on the front porch for now but kept her purse strapped on her. Christina went over to the table and grabbed herself some breakfast and an orange juice then thanked the whoever was behind the breakfast. Her eyes glanced at everyone already present as they also widened but with her head held high, she went over towards the table and sat down, smiling once she was completely sitting. "Hello, you guys." She spoke sweetly as she opened her orange juice and took a small sip before she picked up her sandwich to take a small bite. It was okay if no one talked to her but she just hoped someone said something. To calm her nerves, she decided to ask everyone present the infamous question. " Are you guys excited to be here?" She'd ask then wait for a reply from someone as she took another small bite out of her sandwich.

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[Winter_Wolf]

Aaron saw Mirella looking around at the scenery, and he felt prompted to do so himself. It was indeed worth looking at. As were the painted sunflowers, which he stooped a little to see better.

"That's pretty good. It's unique," Aaron nodded. He took in the scenery yet again.
"I don't think you'll fit this whole scene on those jeans, though," he added once he brought his eyes back to hers, "but maybe on some canvas or something anyways?"

 

[BatBrainBat]

Location: Front lawn | Interacting with: Christina ( Cliffspiracy )

There seemed to be a steady flow now of arriving teens. The farmer gave a nod to each one that greeted or thanked him, but he didn't seem to really know what to do otherwise. Something about his demeanor showed that he wasn't exactly accustomed to dealing with teenagers.

Coming around the side of the house from the back, there appeared another girl. She looked a bit serious, and walked with purpose as she went to stand beside the man. She cast a side glance over the newcomers as she passed, keeping her face forward as if she were trying to hide the curiosity hidden behind her judgemental eyes. Though as she spotted that one kid and his wagon, she couldn't help but frown in utter confusion at why on earth he might have brought something like that. Or perhaps 'concern' is a more accurate word. But, she rolled her eyes slightly, and tried her best to ignore the glaring bizarre-ness parked in the yard. At least most of the others seemed relatively normal.

"I'm not sure 'excited' is really the right word," the girl replied. Thankfully someone had spoken up to the group, at least giving her something to focus on to take her mind off the tense, hyper feeling in her chest. "Personally, I'd say 'apprehensive'."

Mentioned: Brian ( Best Trekkie. ) ​

 

[spookie]

✰micah 'spook' sterling✰
mood: miserable | currently: sulking | mentions: Cliffspiracy ​

When he heard the question from the latest arrival, Micah couldn't help but roll his heavily lined eyes.

"Yeah," he said sarcastically, "like a prisoner is excited for death row."

The girl seemed nice enough, if not a little too nice. From a quick glance around, he noticed that most of the kids seemed either indifferent or downright happy about their fate. That, Micah thought, was well beyond strange.

Then again, so were they... especially the guy with the radio stuff. Having recorded a few songs back home and not recognizing any of the equipment, the emo figured it had a very different use. Then there was the girl with the all paint, who seemed a little less odd in comparison, and the others who were still just arriving.

From the looks of it, the farmer would be the least of his worries.

 

[justaweirdo]

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Marilynn looked at the girl who had spoke, breaking the ice between them all. She gave a small smile, listening to a few other kids tell how they were clearly not excited. "I'm actually pretty excited." She brushed her hair out of her face, pulling it back into a ponytail. "I love animals, I study them in my spare time. So it'll be exciting to actually work with animals!" She tried to contain her excitement. Although her mother had wanted her out of her house, she was happy to be away from her and at a camp where she had potential to be herself. She took another sip of her orange juice, finishing it before grabbing one of the little sandwiches.

She looked at the girl who had spoken again then at the others. "I'm Marilynn, but you can call me Mari or Lynn, whichever you want." She turned her attention to the other who said she was apprehensive and began to wonder why. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked.

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[BatBrainBat]

Location: Front lawn | Interacting with: Christina ( Cliffspiracy ), Marilynn ( justaweirdo )

The apprehensive girl had caught the emo kid's comment, which was immediately met with a furious glare. She had noticed him before, and right away his mopey demeanor had rubbed her in a very bad way. He had no place here, and she was more than ready to tell him off.

Thank god another girl had begun to speak, however, snapping her attention away from him. Marilynn, as she introduced herself as, had a much more refreshing opinion on the camp. The cold girl watched her quietly as she spoke, and by the look in her eyes, even seemed to gain a bit of respect for her.

But at the question, she raised a brow. "What is it? It's Cleo, by the way," she offhandedly introduced herself.

Mentioned: Micah ( spookie )​

 

[graphic_biscuit]

"Oh, I'm going to paint this farm for sure," she replied, taking a small sip of her cold water. "I'll be sure to show you my masterpiece once it's completed."

Mirella's gaze landed on the group of teenagers that had formed beside herself and Aaron, excitement bubbling up in her chest once again. The sweet girl that had approached them asked a question, and boy, what Mirella ready to give her an answer.

"I'm extremely excited. This place is so beautiful; it's like something straight out of a book," she spoke, flashing the other teens in the group a warm smile. "I'm sure we're going to have tons of fun."

Her smile faltered slightly at the emo kid's comment, her gaze fixating on him for a moment. She really hoped that he wouldn't continue to act like this throughout their visits. Maybe he needed a friend or someone to talk to, maybe then he'd lighten up a bit. Mirella bit her lower lip, turning her attention to another teen who introduced herself as Marilynn. She spoke of the camp in such a pleasant way.

"It's nice to meet all of you," Mirella spoke up, waving in their direction. "My name is Mirella."

 

[justaweirdo]

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Marilynn smiled at the woman who had introduced herself as Cleo. "Why did you say you weren't excited? That you were apprehensive?" She cocked her head to the side, confused but curious. This girl seemed familiar with the place, so she would have thought that she would be excited. She would love to live or know someone with a place like this farm. But lets see how long she would like it there. "It's also really nice to meet you." She wanted to acknowledge that she had heard the girl introduce herself.

She heard another girl introduce herself and she looked over at her. "I like your name Mirella." She gave her a small smile and nodded her head a bit. She looked around the camp and noticed how similar yet different they all were. She wondered how this summer was going to camp out?

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[Winter_Wolf]

Aaron liked the prospect of seeing the artistic masterpiece when it was completed in the future. But in the present moment, more people were gathering around. What's more, they began speaking to each other; Mirella and Aaron weren't the only ones anymore. Aaron turned his attention towards some of the newcomers like Marilynn, Cleo, and the girl who asked if everyone was excited. He nodded when Mirella spoke up and declared that she was excited, and similarly for Marilynn. It wasn't that Aaron considered himself "excited" or "extremely excited" per se, at least not as much or as externally as the girls, rather that he appreciated the positive outlooks in general. Aaron wondered if more teenagers were supposed to be coming, and what they might be like.

 

[Cliffspiracy]

Christina's eyes flickered over to the first female to speak, who wasn't exactly excited but much more apprehensive than anything. She a little confused by the girl's response to her question and she did not even try to hide her expression as she rose a brow towards her. "Why are you scared? What's there to be scared of?" She asked towards the girl then looked over at the guy that responded quite sarcastically to her question. Her eyes rolled as she did not even bother to respond to him but did give him a scowling look. She wondered why no one would be excited to try a new experience, well to her anyway, such as being on a farm. It was then when Marilynn had introduced herself that she was going to introduce herself but timid girl introduced herself next. It was then when Mirella spoke that she was excited and Christina had thought that she had made a friend. "I know right?! I am excited to be here. I cannot wait to get started here." She had said then looked at Marilynn, who had just asked Cleo sort of the same question she, herself, had asked earlier. Christina was eager to hear her response but before she could respond, she'd introduce herself. "Well, I am Christina. It is nice to meet all of you and you all have such wonderful names. Mines so basic." She'd say as her head went to the ground a little then back up so that she could take another bite out of her sandwich along with a sip from her orange juice.

BatBrainBat spookie justaweirdo graphic_biscuit

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[graphic_biscuit]

The two other girls that had introduced themselves responded in such a nice way; Mirella was ecstatic. She had only been at the farm for a good 15 minutes, and she was already developing friendships with people. They all seemed so unique and sweet, it was amazing. The girl that had introduced herself as Marilynn spoke once more.

"Oh, thank you!" Mirella replied, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. "I like your name, too. It's very pretty."

The excitable girl, who's name Mirella learned was Christina, exclaimed that she was excited as Mirella was about the farm day camp. Mirella nodded to her in response, moving to sit down at the bench the teens shared.

 

[BatBrainBat]

Location: Front lawn | Interacting with: Christina ( Cliffspiracy ), Marilynn ( justaweirdo )

Cleo found herself looking back and fourth between all three girls. It was a bit taxing to have to focus on a larger group like this, but at the very least, she seemed to be patient enough to politely acknowledge the other speakers.

At Marilynn and Christina's question, she shook her head. "Not scared," she corrected, "Just apprehensive." As she repeated the word, her eyes flicked up to bore into the emo kid once more, answering the girls' question without even needing to say much more. Nevertheless, she continued.

"This sort of event has never been hosted here before, so it's hard for us to expect how it'll go."

Mentioned: Mirella ( graphic_biscuit ), Micah ( spookie )​

 

[CoconutLeaves]

Adrienne thanked the farmer as he greeted her and made her way to...wait, where was she going anyway.
"Excuse me, but what should I be doing?" She asked as she made her way back to the farmer. Her face tilted up as she looked at the caretaker of the land.
"Should I milk the cows? Send them to greener pastures to graze? Cut the wheat with a scythe?" She suggested, "Or should I begin feeding the poultry?"
All the tasks seemed fine to her, stories from the people at the senior home gave her the impression that though the job may be a tiring one, it wasn't exactly complicated to do.

Well, as long as she didn't have to wrestle the pigs. Any task would beat that one.

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[BatBrainBat]

The gruff older man gazed down at the girl who approached him. As she began firing questions, he slowly began to frown in confusion. "Well, kid..." he began, choosing his words carefully. "First off, I don't have any of those animals, nor that crop. On this farm, I grow barley, and only have horses and sheep. You'll get your fair share of work, miss. It's still early. Uh..." He made an awkward sort of shooing gesture toward the table of food and other teens.

"Why don't you go uh... You oughta eat somethin' first. Socialize."

CoconutLeaves