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ya_assemble2015-04-04 11:40 am
pavlovs_daughter) wrote in ya_assemble2015-04-04 11:40 am
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[LN] Welcome to summer camp
The last thing Pacifica remembered was that the gravity in Gravity Falls going all... weird. She had lifted free of her bed where she'd been trying to sulk away the fearsome grounding that her parents had dumped on her after she'd decided that breaking the familial curse was way, way more important than preserving the stupid family name and keeping out the riff-raff. Plus, you know... Dipper had kind of been in danger because her.
She'd come crashing back to earth as gravity righted itself, head spinning from the drop--and then she'd woken up in a bed that... was uncomfortably foreign. She sat bolt upright, rubbing at her eyes as she stared into the darkness around her. It was oppressive, like some thick, old cloak that reeked of mothballs. Except it smelled faintly of mildew instead. She was in some weird, creaky old cabin, the kind you might see in some movie about kids at a summer camp, a row of bunk beds along both walls. Shoving the itchy woolen blanket off herself, she let her bare feet drop to the cold wooden floor and padded towards the window, arms crossed tightly against herself. This was stupid. This was really stupid and weird and if she had to bet money she'd say that the Pines were involved somehow. They were always involved in weird stuff like this.
Outside the window, other cabins sat sprinkled along worn pathways amongst tall pine trees. She could see moonlight glinting off a lake at the very end of the path, peeking between the trees. Okay. She was at a summer camp... But it didn't look like anything in Gravity Falls. She took a moment scramble around at the foot of the bed, muttering about her lack of flashlight as she tried to come up with a pair of shoes. Nothing. Great. She moved to the doorway and tugged the door open, wincing at the loud, ominous creak of its hinges. First things first. Find a phone, get some shoes, and hopefully get out of her pajamas...
Her first barefoot steps outside were ginger and cautious, the girl wincing at the feel of pebbles, twigs, and dirt against her bare feet.
"Worst. Ever." She took a few more steps. Paused to listen. Was somone... following her? She whirled around, staring into the darkness that had swallowed the cabin.
"I can hear you! This isn't funny!" She shivered. What if...what if her parents had sent her here? She'd never disobeyed them this badly before. What if they'd just abandoned her? The new thought sent a pang of panic into her gut and she turned, shuffling hurriedly down the path, imagining that she could hear breathing behind her as she headed for the largest building. There had to be a phone there, right?
She'd come crashing back to earth as gravity righted itself, head spinning from the drop--and then she'd woken up in a bed that... was uncomfortably foreign. She sat bolt upright, rubbing at her eyes as she stared into the darkness around her. It was oppressive, like some thick, old cloak that reeked of mothballs. Except it smelled faintly of mildew instead. She was in some weird, creaky old cabin, the kind you might see in some movie about kids at a summer camp, a row of bunk beds along both walls. Shoving the itchy woolen blanket off herself, she let her bare feet drop to the cold wooden floor and padded towards the window, arms crossed tightly against herself. This was stupid. This was really stupid and weird and if she had to bet money she'd say that the Pines were involved somehow. They were always involved in weird stuff like this.
Outside the window, other cabins sat sprinkled along worn pathways amongst tall pine trees. She could see moonlight glinting off a lake at the very end of the path, peeking between the trees. Okay. She was at a summer camp... But it didn't look like anything in Gravity Falls. She took a moment scramble around at the foot of the bed, muttering about her lack of flashlight as she tried to come up with a pair of shoes. Nothing. Great. She moved to the doorway and tugged the door open, wincing at the loud, ominous creak of its hinges. First things first. Find a phone, get some shoes, and hopefully get out of her pajamas...
Her first barefoot steps outside were ginger and cautious, the girl wincing at the feel of pebbles, twigs, and dirt against her bare feet.
"Worst. Ever." She took a few more steps. Paused to listen. Was somone... following her? She whirled around, staring into the darkness that had swallowed the cabin.
"I can hear you! This isn't funny!" She shivered. What if...what if her parents had sent her here? She'd never disobeyed them this badly before. What if they'd just abandoned her? The new thought sent a pang of panic into her gut and she turned, shuffling hurriedly down the path, imagining that she could hear breathing behind her as she headed for the largest building. There had to be a phone there, right?