ERIN & DASH PARKINSON
[color=black][size=7pt][font=times new roman]"Come on, Er, you'll be fine, I promise. Nobody can hurt you at a summer camp. You'll see. It'll be loads of fun!" Dash pleaded with his sister, lower lip jutting out as he tried for a puppy dog face. He never yelled at Erin—never. She had been through too much to be yelled at by someone who loved her. All he could do was try to convince her—or begg until she couldn't refuse any longer. As his hazel eyes scanned her face, gaze tilted downward because of their height difference, Dashell thought he caught a slight change in her expression. A ghost of a smile, prehaps? Or had he imagined it? Then, as if to answer his question, Erin spoke up. "You promise?" Her voice was quiet and soft, gentle and fleeting; a caress. She didn't look up at him, instead keeping her gaze trained on the ground. Long strands of thick brown hair covered her face; a curtain protecting her façade. Though it seemed like there was a curtain protecting her heart, as well—only that one was practically impenetirable. Sensing a breakthrough, a broad smile stretched across Dash's pale face. Nodding, he said firmly, "I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die! And look—" he held up both hands, fingers spread and palms facing her, "—fingers are not crossed." Grinning, he kept his hands up, waiting for her to look. With Er, there was only cold hard evidence, no taking your word for it. Finally, she raised her gaze. Warm golden brown eyes and a pretty face emerged as she tilted her head upward, the curtain of hair falling away and sliding over her ears.
The first thing to notice was her skin. So pale it almost glowed, it was much whiter then Dash's, and under the kitchen light appeared almost ghostly. Her nose was small and freckled, along with her cheeks, and her face was heart-shaped, small and fragile looking. Underneath her nose were thin pink lips, set in a serious, strajght line, and prehaps her most prominent feature was her eyes. Wide and doe-like, hedged by long lashes the color of her hair, they were set the perfect length apart and were light brown in color. She kept her gaze on her brother's fingers until she was satisfied, then bit her lip, finally making eye-contact with him. Hazel met brown for a long moment, until Erin spoke up. "Fine. Lets tell Mom, then." Her voice was still quiet and she showed no sign of excitement, but Dash was excited enough for the both of them. Giving a holler and a whoop, he pumped his fists, totally ecstatic. The sight brought a smile to Erin's face, and lured a reluctant giggle out of her.
She loved her brother, even if he wasn't technically her real brother. Dash's parents, the Parkinson's, had adopted Erin when she was 12 years old, after her parents died in a gang shooting. Despite her issues, the Parkinson's had welcomed her with open arms, and were patient with her. They still were, even after 4 years. Even when she still refused to speak at times, even when she still woke up in the middle of the night sobbing, even when she still hesitated to be with anyone she didn't know. All they had been was kind and patient. Giggling softly as Dash started dancing—a rather hillarious display of talent—she covered her mouth with her small hands, which were in the sleeves of her comfy blue sweater. No really knew why she covered her hands; habit, probably. There used to be scars there, from the beatenings. Finally, Dashell calmed down enough so that he could go find Mrs. Parkinson and tell her the news. They would be going to summer camp! Before he headed out of the kitchen, though, he turned and beamed once more at Erin. He had to look down to do it, seeing as she was 5"4 and he was 6"1. "I'm proud of you, Smalles." He used her nickname affectionately, smiling wider as he said it. Dash had named Erin Smalles the moment he saw her, because of how short she was for her age. They were an odd looking pair, truth be told. Both 16, both Parkinson's, but so different, in both looks and demeanor. Then again, Erin wasn't blood related to Dash. But still.
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[color=black][size=7pt][font=times new roman]"Erin! We're hear!" Dash shouted to his sister, whom had headphones blasting in her ears. When she ignored him, he just shrugged. As the young man gazed out his car window, he grinned, hardly able to stay still. Anticipation made his nerves even jumpier then usual and his energy level sky rocket, so that he could hardly stay still. At the moment he looked like a toddler doing the potty dance in his seat, and had a childish glint in his eyes that often made teachers suspect him for everything. Finally, the camp came into view, and Erin took out her headphones for the first time during the car ride. It was beautiful. A lush forest of pine trees stretching for miles off to the right, a lake off to the left, and inbetween the two was a green valley. Dotted with wooden cabins, buildings, and other things that couldn't be discerned from this distance, it was a summer camp alright. "Woah," Erin breathed. She seen too many beautiful things in her life, but this was definitely one of them. Digging through a bag at her feet, she pulled out a Cannon camera she had gotten for her birthday. She was still amazed whenever she received a birthday gift, surprised even, and took extra care of the things she was given. "I can't wait to take some photos," she said. Dash nodded, glancing back at her. The two sat in the back seat of the Honda, side-by-side. "Those will be some rocking awesome photos, but you know what you should do, Er? Paint some pictures. You got a talent, Smalles, I'm tellin' 'ya." Blushing at his words, Erin glanced down at her Camera, biting her lip. Another habit of her's.
"You really think so?"
"Absolutely."
It was true, Erin seemed to have a natrual gift for art; but it wasn't as if she didn't have flaws. She was terribley uncoordinated and clumsy, and couldn't sing for the life of her. Though she played the piano fairly well, and loved music dearly. When the Parkinson's adopted her, the therapist they had hired recommended she get a hobby. So she chose music. The Parkinson's payed for her piano lessons, and after 4 years and lots of practice, she was very good. Nodding, Erin glanced up at Dash, who had resumed staring out the window. They were almost parked. "You should do some basketball, then, if they have an athletics area. Strut your stuff," she told him, voice as soft as ever but tinged with amusement. To add to their list of differences, while Erin failed miserably at sports Dash excelled in the area. He was a star basketball player and baseball player. "Maybe I will," he replied, laughing.
Finally they were parked and it was time for goodbyes. After lots of hugs and I love you's and 'did you forget anything? ', Dash and Erin were finally freed. They grabbed there bags and things and then, waving goodbye as their parents drove away, headed over to the looming camp sign. It was tall and wooden and read, in big bold print, "Camp Lucua". "Oh, my, I thought this was Camp Lucuaua. I had no idea!" Dashell remarked rather sarcastically. "Shut up, Dumbo. Your not funny," Erin told him, still rather quiet even when teasing him. She smiled. "Oh, whatever, Smalles. Your sure getting an attitude, you know that?," Dash shot back, but was grinning. Then, surprising her brother, Erin shouldered past him and lead the way past the sign and toward a large line of people. The check-in line. "Woah. Maybe this camp will be good for her," Dash mumbled to himself, watching her for a moment before following. Normally whenever they went somewhere Er had never been before, she tried to hide and stuck as close to Dashell as possible. But apparently not this time. No more blending into the background.
They got into the line behind some other kids, about the same age as them. Everyone at the camp was between the ages of 15 and 18, so of course they were. Erin gripped her Cannon camera, gazing around, while Dash played with his hands and tapped his feet. He hated waiting, espically in lines, but it had to be done. After she had snapped a few pictures, Er and Dash finally reached the front of the line. They both got checked in and each got keys to a cabin. After being directed to the cabins, they walked there. "You'll be okay, right? I mean....staying with girls you don't know. If not, I could maybe—" Dashell began, all brotherly concerned, but Erin cut him off. "No. Dash, I have to do this. You don't realize.....I hate it. I hate being scared. I hate being shy and quiet because I've never been anything else, for my own sake. I have to do this. I have to." For once, she almost sounded loud and confident, until the end, when her voice slightly quavered. Her gaze on her black converse and Dash's gaze trained upward, the two walked side-by-side for a minute in silence. Until: "Okay, Er. I'm so proud of you." Smiling, Dashell glanced at her.
After another minute of silence, Erin looked up at Dashell. "And I love you." She stopped walking and then gave Dash a sudden hug. Happily surprised, he hugged her back, smiling softly. Because of their height difference Erin's head was resting on his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat. His steady heartbeat. After a moment she broke the embrace and resumed walking, gaze once again locked on the ground. But she couldn't fight the smile on her face. It was nice to have family. Once again walking towards the cabins, the two reached their destinations after a minute and then split off. Waving, Erin went toward a cabin on the left and Dash to a cabin on the right.
They pushed open the cabin doors, and inside were their fellow campers and cabin mates, soon to be friends.
This was gonna be one heck of a summer
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So, basically, this is a summer camp rp. But of course some drama will be added, and all that jazz c: and if you would please come up with some plots! Use your imagination! Also the stuff offered at the camp is completely up to you—meaning you can decide if they have an archery range, or an ampitheatre, or a gym! you don't need 2 charaters like me, but please try and keep genders even, and the max for charaters is indeed two. Just jump-in with your charaters, and we'll start from there.
