Yeah, it was. Looking around at the filthy and run down bunk, PQ set down her bag with a little sigh. Whether the noise was in frustration or relief, even she didn't know. The summer had not gone the way she planned; instead of the camps being split by towns they had been separated by other means. She had seen Edy hug Sam before they jumped on different buses.
PQ had been given the multiple camp pamphlets to choose her camp. Instantly she had narrowed down her choices; Science and Juvie. Her main issue was the fact that Moira was going to be in Juvie with Edy, and.....well, she didn't feel like mentally explaining her reasoning. The points were almost stacked in Science's favor until she saw the bottom of the Juvie Camp pamphlet. Camp Counselors Wanted.
When she was younger and human, the cyborg had been part of a gruesome female dominated gang called The Screwdrivers. She knew very well that the Juvie Camp had a bunk specifically for them; she had lived in it for two summers during her more rebellious years. For some reason, her urge to watch her friends blow themselves up with toxic chemicals lessened significantly when she remembered her days as a rebellious Aekean.
Which was more or less how she ended up in the dirty bunk. Screwdrivers were wedged into the window sills, not to mention the entire porch and railing in the front. Without hesitating, she could see the ones that she herself drove into the now splintered wood. Unconsciously she let her hands roam over the rusted metal. Had it really been so many years since she had let her emotions run rampant?
Suddenly she remembered the feeling of stabbing someone; how the screwdriver's sharpened tip would hesitate just slightly against skin before plunging in victoriously. How the handle would be slick with blood, but the grips kept her hands solid on the hold. The trip down memory lane she enjoyed more than she should have.
Retrostacja was all about running around, bumping into things and trying to smell everything his nose could reach. Meanwhile PQ cleaned up the dusty bunk to a point where you couldn't see all the blood stains on the floor. Just as she was opening a window to get some fresh air, her first camper came in.
"So, you're the counselor?" The young girl asked with a thick Aekean accent as she tossed her bag onto a random bunk. Before the cyborg could answer, the girl replied for her. "Yeah I figured."
"I'm PQ," she finally said, moving to the next window without hesitation.
"Nah, you're Poltergeist." Turning, PQ looked at the girl for explanation. "Everyone needs a nickname here. And your face reminds me of that movie where the girl gets sucked into the tv static, ya know?" When PQ didn't respond right away, the girl shook her head and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. "I'll be back tonight."
Without another word the girl left, leaving PQ, or Poltergeist for that matter, staring at the door. This was going to be an interesting vacation.
 PQ and Retrostacja · Mon Aug 10, 2009 @ 08:30pm · 1 Comments |
