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Christina hadn't intended to be caught shoplifting, nor had she meant for it to occur at all.
They'd been out shopping. Poppy had slipped something in her pocket without her noticing, and when striding out the exit andโBEEP.
Luckily the worst of her penalty was a little community service in a local park; though this park wasn't just rolling hills, it was protected land of dense forestry and expansive waterways. Nothing short of gorgeous, but a lot more painful to attempt to pick up trash in. Truthfully, Christina hadn't ever visited this location before, despite being a short distance from her home and town. On second thoughtโa glance around revealed the only people in the vicinity was her, three other kids and one officer. She would hardly call it an exciting location.
She'd be missing rehearsal for a few weeks for this. Kit knew this meant she'd be downgraded to understudy. And not only did that suck for her, but everyone else in the cast, who'd have to adjust whilst still trying to meet deadlines. Just when everything seems to be going well or coming together as planned, unfortunate circumstance comes barging in. Or well, Poppy, most of the time. The things Christina did for that kid...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a second adult arriving, his badge glinting in the afternoon sunlight. "Alright folks, you're all here for one crime or another. I don't care, just get the job done. You'll be covering this section of the park over the next few hours," he signalled to the region with a singular gesture over his shoulder. "Do not, under any circumstances, go into any clearings. Stay within the forested areas."
Well, that was odd. Weren't the clearings where public places like this were most used? Being able to run around freely and all. Seemed a bit counter-intuitive. Nonetheless, she should listen to his orders... but there could be something interesting out there. She didn't want the punishment to go on any longer than necessary, though, that wouldn't be a problem if she isn't caught. Kit suppressed a grin blooming across her features.
She directed her attention to the other teenagers gathered. They were vaguely recognizable; after all, they lived in the same town, despite having never spoken as far as she recalled. There wasn't a chance she could put her finger on any names, but the girl with pink hair, the boy with ridiculously large brown hair and the last male with short brown-ish ginger hair and blue eyes were all people she had seen. They'd probably just become strangers in the hall soon after this. And none of them seemed to want to be here eitherโconveniently, she hoped, that meant they wouldn't dare dob on Kit if they saw her.
"Can we start and get this done, sir?"
"Yeah. Come back here in about an hour so we can check on you." And with that, he turned and began speaking to the other adult who was just standing around.
The first of them to begin walking towards the area, bag and gloves in hand, was the male with blue eyes and just the tallest there. Guess they wouldn't talk at all, she assumed, which was easier for her to wander off and explore whatever it was they didn't want her seeing. Christina followed suit, and stepped through overgrown grass, her eyes scouring for trash, though a little more interested in her surroundings.
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Christina hadn't intended to be caught shoplifting, nor had she meant for it to occur at all.
They'd been out shopping. Poppy had slipped something in her pocket without her noticing, and when striding out the exit andโBEEP.
Luckily the worst of her penalty was a little community service in a local park; though this park wasn't just rolling hills, it was protected land of dense forestry and expansive waterways. Nothing short of gorgeous, but a lot more painful to attempt to pick up trash in. Truthfully, Christina hadn't ever visited this location before, despite being a short distance from her home and town. On second thoughtโa glance around revealed the only people in the vicinity was her, three other kids and one officer. She would hardly call it an exciting location.
She'd be missing rehearsal for a few weeks for this. Kit knew this meant she'd be downgraded to understudy. And not only did that suck for her, but everyone else in the cast, who'd have to adjust whilst still trying to meet deadlines. Just when everything seems to be going well or coming together as planned, unfortunate circumstance comes barging in. Or well, Poppy, most of the time. The things Christina did for that kid...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a second adult arriving, his badge glinting in the afternoon sunlight. "Alright folks, you're all here for one crime or another. I don't care, just get the job done. You'll be covering this section of the park over the next few hours," he signalled to the region with a singular gesture over his shoulder. "Do not, under any circumstances, go into any clearings. Stay within the forested areas."
Well, that was odd. Weren't the clearings where public places like this were most used? Being able to run around freely and all. Seemed a bit counter-intuitive. Nonetheless, she should listen to his orders... but there could be something interesting out there. She didn't want the punishment to go on any longer than necessary, though, that wouldn't be a problem if she isn't caught. Kit suppressed a grin blooming across her features.
She directed her attention to the other teenagers gathered. They were vaguely recognizable; after all, they lived in the same town, despite having never spoken as far as she recalled. There wasn't a chance she could put her finger on any names, but the girl with pink hair, the boy with ridiculously large brown hair and the last male with short brown-ish ginger hair and blue eyes were all people she had seen. They'd probably just become strangers in the hall soon after this. And none of them seemed to want to be here eitherโconveniently, she hoped, that meant they wouldn't dare dob on Kit if they saw her.
"Can we start and get this done, sir?"
"Yeah. Come back here in about an hour so we can check on you." And with that, he turned and began speaking to the other adult who was just standing around.
The first of them to begin walking towards the area, bag and gloves in hand, was the male with blue eyes and just the tallest there. Guess they wouldn't talk at all, she assumed, which was easier for her to wander off and explore whatever it was they didn't want her seeing. Christina followed suit, and stepped through overgrown grass, her eyes scouring for trash, though a little more interested in her surroundings.
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When Liam's friend had suggested he volunteer so as to appear more desirable on paper, and offered an option, this was hardly what he had in mind.
Grass, dirt and trash was quite opposing to the medical field he wanted to enter. He couldn't think of anything much more different. Why had he agreed to this? And why had anyone else? Liam's attention was directed towards the others standing around, busy minding themselves. There were two females, one of dark straight hair, the other with blonde and pink and much messier, and one other male with impressive brown hair, who was... about an inch shorter than himself? It was nice to be taller than someone, a little pride swelling into a chuckle to himself.
Liam knew that they were obviously from the town, and probably the same school, but he was never really one to remember faces, or pay much attention to anyone other than those he interacted with, so none of the others seemed very familiar besides perhaps a slight feeling of recognition deep within.
Suddenly another male arrived, premiered by the sound of crunching leaves. Liam stretched out as he spoke, though was caught at some of his first wordsโone crime or another.
Oh. He supposed that's why they agreed to thisโthey probably didn't.
I haven't done anything wrong. He wanted to say, but Liam managed to bite his tongue. If these kids had done something, how pathetic it would look if he preached his innocence. He'd just get today done and then find something more suitable tomorrow. Hopefully none of them would discuss him being here. Liam doubted his father would be interested in a Goldstein picking up trash. It almost made it worth it.
Liam craned his neck to look into the area the male gestured towards, noticing it became rather thick with branches. Wildlife was great and all, but couldn't they have gotten the other park, which was like, four trees and a manufactured lake? He didn't even see any trash anywhere, considering Liam had never heard of anyone coming here. Truthfully the male paid little to no attention to the instructions, being a little more concerned with his thoughts.
One of the others spoke, and the unceremonious beginning of their afternoon had been completed with the male turning away to speak with the other official. Liam shrugged to himself, putting the gloves on and taking the large plastic bag with him as he stepped towards the area they were supposed to work in. He'd be sure to avoid the clearings, Liam wasn't there for a punishment and he did not intend on making that his reality.
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When Liam's friend had suggested he volunteer so as to appear more desirable on paper, and offered an option, this was hardly what he had in mind.
Grass, dirt and trash was quite opposing to the medical field he wanted to enter. He couldn't think of anything much more different. Why had he agreed to this? And why had anyone else? Liam's attention was directed towards the others standing around, busy minding themselves. There were two females, one of dark straight hair, the other with blonde and pink and much messier, and one other male with impressive brown hair, who was... about an inch shorter than himself? It was nice to be taller than someone, a little pride swelling into a chuckle to himself.
Liam knew that they were obviously from the town, and probably the same school, but he was never really one to remember faces, or pay much attention to anyone other than those he interacted with, so none of the others seemed very familiar besides perhaps a slight feeling of recognition deep within.
Suddenly another male arrived, premiered by the sound of crunching leaves. Liam stretched out as he spoke, though was caught at some of his first wordsโone crime or another.
Oh. He supposed that's why they agreed to thisโthey probably didn't.
I haven't done anything wrong. He wanted to say, but Liam managed to bite his tongue. If these kids had done something, how pathetic it would look if he preached his innocence. He'd just get today done and then find something more suitable tomorrow. Hopefully none of them would discuss him being here. Liam doubted his father would be interested in a Goldstein picking up trash. It almost made it worth it.
Liam craned his neck to look into the area the male gestured towards, noticing it became rather thick with branches. Wildlife was great and all, but couldn't they have gotten the other park, which was like, four trees and a manufactured lake? He didn't even see any trash anywhere, considering Liam had never heard of anyone coming here. Truthfully the male paid little to no attention to the instructions, being a little more concerned with his thoughts.
One of the others spoke, and the unceremonious beginning of their afternoon had been completed with the male turning away to speak with the other official. Liam shrugged to himself, putting the gloves on and taking the large plastic bag with him as he stepped towards the area they were supposed to work in. He'd be sure to avoid the clearings, Liam wasn't there for a punishment and he did not intend on making that his reality.
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Skylar looked around as soon as the guards had turned their backs on them. She had a bag in one hand, for collecting whatever rubbish she picked up, and in her other hand was a pointed stick of some sort that was apparently used to stab garbage, preventing them from getting their hands too dirty. She figured it was something to do with sanitary, but in any case, Skylar had no actual intention of picking up trash for exercising her right to freedom of expression.
Okay, maybe she could have gone about the whole situation better than graffitiing the football field with obscene language about the star quarterback (and causing expensive damage, to quote the vice principal), but she was a creative soul. She could say much more with a clearly painted picture than her actual words. it just so happened that she had a penchant for trouble, though some would argue that she hadn't been that way before her father passed and her mother decided to get remarried to some Wall Street douche. Still, she didn't regret what she did. They'd take forever trying to undo what she'd done.
[div class=tag2]"I mean, are none of you curious about the clearings they mentioned?"[/div] Skylar made sure to keep her voice a little lower, so the guards wouldn't overhear while she looked around at the other three she'd been stuck with for community service. The only reason she hadn't been suspended was because her step-father made a very generous donation to the school, but since she'd been caught red handed, there had to be some sort of punishment. And this was it. Skylar wondered what the other three did to get here. In all honesty, none of them really seemed like the rule breaking type, but she knew long ago not to judge a book by its cover.
One of them, the guy with the impressive looking hairstyle, turned in her direction, halfway through picking up some wrappers he'd found by a tree. [div class=tag3]"They said not to. I'm guessing that means we have some sort of radius we can't cross. I've never actually done this before."[/div]
She could tell that he had never done this before, but Skylar was probably one community service stop away from juvie. [div class=tag2]"We're not wearing ankle monitors,"[/div] she pointed out. [div class=tag2]"They're obviously trying to hide something and we have a right to know what it is."[/div] Skylar actually knew very little about laws in place (which was why she was constantly breaking some without realising) but she did a lot of talk about rights.
When she failed to get a response from the big-haired guy, Skylar heaved a sigh. Without announcing her departure, she turned away from them and took a step toward what she assumed was uncharted territory. Skylar had never actually been to this park before so she didn't know where any clearings were, but she knew she'd stumble across something soon enough so she walked further and further away from the group, trash collecting being the last thing on her mind. [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [class=variables] cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; --color: #57bab5; --color2: #FFA833; [/class] [class=container] max-width: 400px; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #f2f2f2; margin: auto; background: #fff; color: #000; [/class] [class=info] display: flex; flex-direction: row; width: 100%; justify-content: space-evenly; margin-bottom: 18px; [/class] [class=icon] display: inline; color: var(--color); font-size: 27px; padding-left: 2px; [/class] [class=content] height: 300px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=image] width: 35%; height: 200px; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/e7/b3/6ce7b31ce7b6788bcd586ddeebf834ae.jpg); background-size: 300px; background-position: 50% 50%; [/class] [class=text] width: 60%; margin-left: 5%; height: 200px; overflow: auto; [/class] [class=title] font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 5px; [/class] [class=details] height: 142px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=tag] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); [/class] [class=tag2] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); display: inline; [/class] [class=tag3] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color2); display: inline; [/class]
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Skylar looked around as soon as the guards had turned their backs on them. She had a bag in one hand, for collecting whatever rubbish she picked up, and in her other hand was a pointed stick of some sort that was apparently used to stab garbage, preventing them from getting their hands too dirty. She figured it was something to do with sanitary, but in any case, Skylar had no actual intention of picking up trash for exercising her right to freedom of expression.
Okay, maybe she could have gone about the whole situation better than graffitiing the football field with obscene language about the star quarterback (and causing expensive damage, to quote the vice principal), but she was a creative soul. She could say much more with a clearly painted picture than her actual words. it just so happened that she had a penchant for trouble, though some would argue that she hadn't been that way before her father passed and her mother decided to get remarried to some Wall Street douche. Still, she didn't regret what she did. They'd take forever trying to undo what she'd done.
[div class=tag2]"I mean, are none of you curious about the clearings they mentioned?"[/div] Skylar made sure to keep her voice a little lower, so the guards wouldn't overhear while she looked around at the other three she'd been stuck with for community service. The only reason she hadn't been suspended was because her step-father made a very generous donation to the school, but since she'd been caught red handed, there had to be some sort of punishment. And this was it. Skylar wondered what the other three did to get here. In all honesty, none of them really seemed like the rule breaking type, but she knew long ago not to judge a book by its cover.
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Nate wasn't supposed to be here.
He was captain of the swim team. He likely would get a full ride scholarship when it was time to graduate and head off to college. His ass was not meant to be picking up trash in a park simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was going to end up strangling Connor one of these days. What best friend would encourage him to slip some blue dye into the shampoos of a rival swim team? More importantly, how stupid was Nate to have actually listened and gone through with it?
It had only been a few days since they came back from the swim meet but Nate was grateful that he didn't get something worse for punishment. To keep the entire incident off of his permanent record (and to ensure that the best swimmer was available for the upcoming swim meet in a couple of days), it had been decided that community service was the way to go. Just something to 'remind him of what he's being given at this school'. He appreciated the leniency of course, but he was still internally whining about this whole situation.
The three others he was with were familiar, vaguely. He'd never actually spoken to a word to any of them, and he doubted that would change now. He got into enough trouble with Connor. Befriending more delinquents who probably earned their place here would do nothing for him. More than being worried about getting in further trouble though, Nate was worried about upsetting his father. The man more or less lived through his son, given that he had to give up his own swimming career when he was young due to a bad shoulder. Nate loved swimming, but at this rate, he would likely grow to hate it.
Once they were given the go ahead, Nate wasted no time turning around and starting to pick up whatever trash he found on the ground, wading through the overgrown grass and getting further away from the guards. He made sure to stick closer to the group though, because he didn't want to accidentally wander and be found in a clearing, when they were specifically told to keep away from those places.
As he'd expected though, one of them threatened to make this whole situation worse than it needed to be by venturing away from the group in search of one of these said clearings, and Nate groaned. Why was there always someone who had to cause trouble for all of them?
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Nate wasn't supposed to be here.
He was captain of the swim team. He likely would get a full ride scholarship when it was time to graduate and head off to college. His ass was not meant to be picking up trash in a park simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was going to end up strangling Connor one of these days. What best friend would encourage him to slip some blue dye into the shampoos of a rival swim team? More importantly, how stupid was Nate to have actually listened and gone through with it?
It had only been a few days since they came back from the swim meet but Nate was grateful that he didn't get something worse for punishment. To keep the entire incident off of his permanent record (and to ensure that the best swimmer was available for the upcoming swim meet in a couple of days), it had been decided that community service was the way to go. Just something to 'remind him of what he's being given at this school'. He appreciated the leniency of course, but he was still internally whining about this whole situation.
The three others he was with were familiar, vaguely. He'd never actually spoken to a word to any of them, and he doubted that would change now. He got into enough trouble with Connor. Befriending more delinquents who probably earned their place here would do nothing for him. More than being worried about getting in further trouble though, Nate was worried about upsetting his father. The man more or less lived through his son, given that he had to give up his own swimming career when he was young due to a bad shoulder. Nate loved swimming, but at this rate, he would likely grow to hate it.
Once they were given the go ahead, Nate wasted no time turning around and starting to pick up whatever trash he found on the ground, wading through the overgrown grass and getting further away from the guards. He made sure to stick closer to the group though, because he didn't want to accidentally wander and be found in a clearing, when they were specifically told to keep away from those places.
As he'd expected though, one of them threatened to make this whole situation worse than it needed to be by venturing away from the group in search of one of these said clearings, and Nate groaned. Why was there always someone who had to cause trouble for all of them?
[div class=tag2]"They won't screw us for her mistake, right?"[/div] Nate asked the other two that remained. Part of him wanted to just mind his own business and get this done with so he'd never have to do it again, but another part of him knew that he couldn't just let the girl walk off. Obviously she was right, the guards probably didn't want them stumbling onto something they shouldn't be seeing, but what if it was dangerous?
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The other female was the first to speak up and wellโobviously Christina was interested in the clearings mentioned. And the male with the wacky hair-do responded, shutting down the idea entirely.
"I for one am curious but I was planning to be a little more... casual about it." Christina shrugged, as she spiked a few more pieces of trash and emptied into the bag.
'Ankle monitors' managed to get her to chuckle, but when she glanced up to raise an eyebrow at them somehow having a right to know, the other female was already walking away without a second thought.
Christina muttered to herself with a slight eye roll, "Subtlety was supposed to be key..." Though of course, there wasn't a chance she'd miss out on whatever the find. Weird poking stick and bag in hand, she followed after the other two. She smirked at the male's question, "I don't think it counts as a mistake when she's doing it on purpose."
As they rushed to catch up, she ensured to pierce some trash here and there. That way, if they were caught, they might be able to play it off as an accident. Might. Or at least, she'd look at little less guilty than the other female.
Soon the group had caught up to the other female who had carelessly gone off, with the last male jogging to catch up after hesitating. The curiosity and anticipation was almost palpable in the cool wind, it was undeniable they all wanted to know. The last thing you should tell any teenager is what not to do.
They began moving together, appearing as a motley crew marching through the now thinning forest; the trees became more sparse and up ahead... a clearing. Christina excitedly ran ahead, skidding to a halt upon reaching a metal fence, topped by barbed wire. There wasn't even anything inside, no buildings let alone shrubbery.
She spun on her heels to face the rest of the group, "By the way, before we get caught and like, probably crucified, I'm Kit. And you all are?"
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The other female was the first to speak up and wellโobviously Christina was interested in the clearings mentioned. And the male with the wacky hair-do responded, shutting down the idea entirely.
"I for one am curious but I was planning to be a little more... casual about it." Christina shrugged, as she spiked a few more pieces of trash and emptied into the bag.
'Ankle monitors' managed to get her to chuckle, but when she glanced up to raise an eyebrow at them somehow having a right to know, the other female was already walking away without a second thought.
Christina muttered to herself with a slight eye roll, "Subtlety was supposed to be key..." Though of course, there wasn't a chance she'd miss out on whatever the find. Weird poking stick and bag in hand, she followed after the other two. She smirked at the male's question, "I don't think it counts as a mistake when she's doing it on purpose."
As they rushed to catch up, she ensured to pierce some trash here and there. That way, if they were caught, they might be able to play it off as an accident. Might. Or at least, she'd look at little less guilty than the other female.
Soon the group had caught up to the other female who had carelessly gone off, with the last male jogging to catch up after hesitating. The curiosity and anticipation was almost palpable in the cool wind, it was undeniable they all wanted to know. The last thing you should tell any teenager is what not to do.
They began moving together, appearing as a motley crew marching through the now thinning forest; the trees became more sparse and up ahead... a clearing. Christina excitedly ran ahead, skidding to a halt upon reaching a metal fence, topped by barbed wire. There wasn't even anything inside, no buildings let alone shrubbery.
She spun on her heels to face the rest of the group, "By the way, before we get caught and like, probably crucified, I'm Kit. And you all are?"
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They all somewhat reluctantly launched into their work, which was painfully dull. Apparently, everyone latched onto something about clearings. It would be convenient if Liam had actually listened and knew what they were discussing. The other male filled him in well enough involuntarily, Liam wasn't interested if they told them not to go anywhere.
"Wait this is a badโ" He cut himself off, considering everyone was already walking away. "idea..." Liam sighed. Well fuck. He watched momentarily as one by one, the group peeled off and began striding in one direction. He could just stay here and do what he was supposed to do but... he wanted to know what was up to, and he also didn't want any of them to get in any more trouble than they were. Yeah, they needed him.
Liam jogged after the trio, slowing down and matching their pace when he drew close, he groaned, both in annoyance at the others as well as the realisation he'd dropped his trash bag in running after them. "Don't any of you have any impulse control?"
The forest was... odd. It rotated quickly from thick to the point of sunlight being unable to reach the floor, then a few metres along and the trees became spread apart, almost in a grid-like pattern. None of it seemed natural; the feeling sent a shiver rushing up his spine.
Being at the back of the group, Liam noticed no one else seemed to care for their surroundings, or at least didn't think it was eerie like he did. Suddenly, the girl just in front of him ran forward
Liam ran after her, pausing with a furrowed brow at the fence. "Alright, what the hell?" He stepped closer, but wouldn't dare touch it in case it was electrified. If it was, there should be some warning but he couldn't see any signs along the fence about itโor any signs at all. The female who had ran ahead introduced herself, which was quite frankly awful timing, though it'd be rude... "I'm Liam."
He glared at each of them, his tone stern. "Look we should definitely turn back. We do not want to fuck with this. Looks like dodgy government stuff."
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They all somewhat reluctantly launched into their work, which was painfully dull. Apparently, everyone latched onto something about clearings. It would be convenient if Liam had actually listened and knew what they were discussing. The other male filled him in well enough involuntarily, Liam wasn't interested if they told them not to go anywhere.
"Wait this is a badโ" He cut himself off, considering everyone was already walking away. "idea..." Liam sighed. Well fuck. He watched momentarily as one by one, the group peeled off and began striding in one direction. He could just stay here and do what he was supposed to do but... he wanted to know what was up to, and he also didn't want any of them to get in any more trouble than they were. Yeah, they needed him.
Liam jogged after the trio, slowing down and matching their pace when he drew close, he groaned, both in annoyance at the others as well as the realisation he'd dropped his trash bag in running after them. "Don't any of you have any impulse control?"
The forest was... odd. It rotated quickly from thick to the point of sunlight being unable to reach the floor, then a few metres along and the trees became spread apart, almost in a grid-like pattern. None of it seemed natural; the feeling sent a shiver rushing up his spine.
Being at the back of the group, Liam noticed no one else seemed to care for their surroundings, or at least didn't think it was eerie like he did. Suddenly, the girl just in front of him ran forward
Liam ran after her, pausing with a furrowed brow at the fence. "Alright, what the hell?" He stepped closer, but wouldn't dare touch it in case it was electrified. If it was, there should be some warning but he couldn't see any signs along the fence about itโor any signs at all. The female who had ran ahead introduced herself, which was quite frankly awful timing, though it'd be rude... "I'm Liam."
He glared at each of them, his tone stern. "Look we should definitely turn back. We do not want to fuck with this. Looks like dodgy government stuff."
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The sight of a clearing certainly piqued Skylar's interest. She was quick to follow after the other girl, coming to a stop by the fence. it only made things all the more suspicious. Despite looking like there was nothing there, people wouldn't have put up a fence with barbed wire for nothing, and they sure as hell wouldn't go through the trouble of telling a bunch of kids doing community service to not go near any clearings.
She was vaguely aware of introductions going on because she mainly busied herself with scouring the fence to find a gap or some kind of entrance. She couldn't hear the tell tale hum of electricity so she was guessing that this wasn't going to zap her if she touched the metal. Though, admittedly, Skylar didn't give it too much thought before she placed her hands on the fence, tugging at it to see how strong it was.
[div class=tag2]"I'm Skylar,"[/div] she called out, still concentrating on the fence. "You should change your persuasion tactics. I live for poking around in dodgy government stuff." As if to emphasise this, Skylar travelled a few feet further away from the group when she found a minor chink in the armour. The bottom of the fence in one area had been uprooted. It wasn't cut up or anything, but it had been bent up a little, as if some animal trapped on the other side had been desperate to get out.
[div class=tag2]"Jackpot,"[/div] Skylar murmured to herself. When it came to school work, Skylar maintained a D average, but when it came to being a delinquent, she'd probably pass with flying colours.
Skylar did her best to lift the fence from the bottom with her hands, ignoring one of the boys as they commented on the possibility of being beheaded, or worse. This was much better than picking up trash, but the stick came to good use. She was able to use the pointy end to her advantage, driving it into the ground so it stayed upright and held up part of the fence. Not much, and it wasn't very stable, but it was enough. The entrance she'd created was still small, but for once, she was grateful for her size since she managed to shimmy through without much difficulty.
Without looking back to see if the others were joining her or heading back, Skylar walked further into the clearing. She hadn't really been looking properly where she'd been going, so with one misstep, Skylar slipped, sliding against dirt till she sat at the bottom of what looked like a crater. [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [class=variables] cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; --color: #57bab5; --color2: #FFA833; [/class] [class=container] max-width: 400px; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #f2f2f2; margin: auto; background: #fff; color: #000; [/class] [class=info] display: flex; flex-direction: row; width: 100%; justify-content: space-evenly; margin-bottom: 18px; [/class] [class=icon] display: inline; color: var(--color); font-size: 27px; padding-left: 2px; [/class] [class=content] height: 300px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=image] width: 35%; height: 200px; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/e7/b3/6ce7b31ce7b6788bcd586ddeebf834ae.jpg); background-size: 300px; background-position: 50% 50%; [/class] [class=text] width: 60%; margin-left: 5%; height: 200px; overflow: auto; [/class] [class=title] font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 5px; [/class] [class=details] height: 142px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=tag] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); [/class] [class=tag2] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); display: inline; [/class] [class=tag3] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color2); display: inline; [/class]
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The sight of a clearing certainly piqued Skylar's interest. She was quick to follow after the other girl, coming to a stop by the fence. it only made things all the more suspicious. Despite looking like there was nothing there, people wouldn't have put up a fence with barbed wire for nothing, and they sure as hell wouldn't go through the trouble of telling a bunch of kids doing community service to not go near any clearings.
She was vaguely aware of introductions going on because she mainly busied herself with scouring the fence to find a gap or some kind of entrance. She couldn't hear the tell tale hum of electricity so she was guessing that this wasn't going to zap her if she touched the metal. Though, admittedly, Skylar didn't give it too much thought before she placed her hands on the fence, tugging at it to see how strong it was.
[div class=tag2]"I'm Skylar,"[/div] she called out, still concentrating on the fence. "You should change your persuasion tactics. I live for poking around in dodgy government stuff." As if to emphasise this, Skylar travelled a few feet further away from the group when she found a minor chink in the armour. The bottom of the fence in one area had been uprooted. It wasn't cut up or anything, but it had been bent up a little, as if some animal trapped on the other side had been desperate to get out.
[div class=tag2]"Jackpot,"[/div] Skylar murmured to herself. When it came to school work, Skylar maintained a D average, but when it came to being a delinquent, she'd probably pass with flying colours.
Skylar did her best to lift the fence from the bottom with her hands, ignoring one of the boys as they commented on the possibility of being beheaded, or worse. This was much better than picking up trash, but the stick came to good use. She was able to use the pointy end to her advantage, driving it into the ground so it stayed upright and held up part of the fence. Not much, and it wasn't very stable, but it was enough. The entrance she'd created was still small, but for once, she was grateful for her size since she managed to shimmy through without much difficulty.
Without looking back to see if the others were joining her or heading back, Skylar walked further into the clearing. She hadn't really been looking properly where she'd been going, so with one misstep, Skylar slipped, sliding against dirt till she sat at the bottom of what looked like a crater. [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [class=variables] cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; --color: #57bab5; --color2: #FFA833; [/class] [class=container] max-width: 400px; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #f2f2f2; margin: auto; background: #fff; color: #000; [/class] [class=info] display: flex; flex-direction: row; width: 100%; justify-content: space-evenly; margin-bottom: 18px; [/class] [class=icon] display: inline; color: var(--color); font-size: 27px; padding-left: 2px; [/class] [class=content] height: 300px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=image] width: 35%; height: 200px; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/e7/b3/6ce7b31ce7b6788bcd586ddeebf834ae.jpg); background-size: 300px; background-position: 50% 50%; [/class] [class=text] width: 60%; margin-left: 5%; height: 200px; overflow: auto; [/class] [class=title] font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 5px; [/class] [class=details] height: 142px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=tag] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); [/class] [class=tag2] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); display: inline; [/class] [class=tag3] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color2); display: inline; [/class]
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๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ
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Nate suddenly wished he'd been paired with another group for this community service. Maybe then it would keep him from having to get into more trouble. He couldn't afford to do more community service, out of fear that they might add it to his permanent record as something involuntary and not to mention, doing this cut down on his swim practise time. He had a meet coming up and he needed to be at his best if he was going to impress any recruiters.
For the time being though, it seemed like they were all stuck going to a clearing, and Nate wasn't going to stick around and be the only one picking up trash. While he may not snitch, he knew that it would certainly make him look like a snitch since he'd been the only one who hadn't gone along, and that was probably worse than getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to, mainly because he went to school with all these kids, and, well, he gathered that none of them were really here voluntarily. Except maybe the tall dude, since he seemed to want to have nothing to do with this either.
[div class=tag2]"Nate."[/div] He was the last one to introduce himself since he watched the pink haired girl โ Skylar โ with curiosity as she investigated the fence further and found some sort of opening. The ends of that fence looked sharp and rusted and Nate didn't feel like touching that with a ten-foot pole. [div class=tag2]"You could get tetanus,"[/div] he warned Skylar, watching her from a distance. [div class=tag2]"Or beheaded."[/div] If that fence happened to snap down while she was crawling underneath it... Nate shuddered at the thought, but it turned out that she was more resourceful than she looked, using her trash picker for something other than picking up trash.
[div class=tag2]"Well, that's one way to use it,"[/div] he muttered under his breath. He looked to the other two, intending to say something about heading back before this got any worse. [div class=tag2]"I think weโ"[/div] Nate didn't get to finish his sentence because he heard a sudden noise and turned to where it came from in time to see Skylar's arms flailing before she disappeared from their view. Were they at the edge of a cliff? What else could she have fallen into? The clearing, from where he stood, looked like flat land.
Nate quickly shared a look with Kit and Liam and he knew that whatever he'd been about to suggest pretty much just went out the window. [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [class=variables] cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; --color: #FFA833; --color2: #57bab5; [/class] [class=container] max-width: 400px; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #f2f2f2; margin: auto; background: #fff; color: #000; [/class] [class=info] display: flex; flex-direction: row; width: 100%; justify-content: space-evenly; margin-bottom: 20px; [/class] [class=icon] display: inline; color: var(--color); font-size: 27px; padding-left: 2px; [/class] [class=content] height: 300px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=image] width: 35%; height: 200px; background: url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/301929565/original.jpg); background-size: 280px; background-position: 50% 30%; [/class] [class=text] width: 60%; margin-left: 5%; height: 200px; overflow: auto; [/class] [class=title] font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 5px; [/class] [class=details] height: 142px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=tag] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); [/class] [class=tag2] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); display: inline; [/class] [class=tag3] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color2); display: inline; [/class]
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Nate suddenly wished he'd been paired with another group for this community service. Maybe then it would keep him from having to get into more trouble. He couldn't afford to do more community service, out of fear that they might add it to his permanent record as something involuntary and not to mention, doing this cut down on his swim practise time. He had a meet coming up and he needed to be at his best if he was going to impress any recruiters.
For the time being though, it seemed like they were all stuck going to a clearing, and Nate wasn't going to stick around and be the only one picking up trash. While he may not snitch, he knew that it would certainly make him look like a snitch since he'd been the only one who hadn't gone along, and that was probably worse than getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to, mainly because he went to school with all these kids, and, well, he gathered that none of them were really here voluntarily. Except maybe the tall dude, since he seemed to want to have nothing to do with this either.
[div class=tag2]"Nate."[/div] He was the last one to introduce himself since he watched the pink haired girl โ Skylar โ with curiosity as she investigated the fence further and found some sort of opening. The ends of that fence looked sharp and rusted and Nate didn't feel like touching that with a ten-foot pole. [div class=tag2]"You could get tetanus,"[/div] he warned Skylar, watching her from a distance. [div class=tag2]"Or beheaded."[/div] If that fence happened to snap down while she was crawling underneath it... Nate shuddered at the thought, but it turned out that she was more resourceful than she looked, using her trash picker for something other than picking up trash.
[div class=tag2]"Well, that's one way to use it,"[/div] he muttered under his breath. He looked to the other two, intending to say something about heading back before this got any worse. [div class=tag2]"I think weโ"[/div] Nate didn't get to finish his sentence because he heard a sudden noise and turned to where it came from in time to see Skylar's arms flailing before she disappeared from their view. Were they at the edge of a cliff? What else could she have fallen into? The clearing, from where he stood, looked like flat land.
Nate quickly shared a look with Kit and Liam and he knew that whatever he'd been about to suggest pretty much just went out the window. [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [class=variables] cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important; --color: #FFA833; --color2: #57bab5; [/class] [class=container] max-width: 400px; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #f2f2f2; margin: auto; background: #fff; color: #000; [/class] [class=info] display: flex; flex-direction: row; width: 100%; justify-content: space-evenly; margin-bottom: 20px; [/class] [class=icon] display: inline; color: var(--color); font-size: 27px; padding-left: 2px; [/class] [class=content] height: 300px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify; [/class] [class=image] width: 35%; height: 200px; background: url(https://data.whicdn.com/images/301929565/original.jpg); background-size: 280px; background-position: 50% 30%; [/class] [class=text] width: 60%; margin-left: 5%; height: 200px; overflow: auto; [/class] [class=title] font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 5px; [/class] [class=details] height: 142px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class=tag] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); [/class] [class=tag2] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color); display: inline; [/class] [class=tag3] font-weight: bold; color: var(--color2); display: inline; [/class]
