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(I dont think so. Unless you want to figure out who will write the aunt/uncle? I figured you might want to because it’s your idea, but I’d be happy to help, if you’d like)
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(I dont think so. Unless you want to figure out who will write the aunt/uncle? I figured you might want to because it’s your idea, but I’d be happy to help, if you’d like)
(We could split it 50/50, or maybe one of us write the aunt/uncle and the other (instead of a best friend) could write for a cousin?)
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(Sounds good! Totally your choice on who gets what. Which one would you prefer to write?)
(Oh gosh, maybe for the aunt/uncle. But I don't care terribly, so if you have a preference please do ask)
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(That works :D I’d love to write the cousin. Should we make like… really small profiles for them or just go in blind? I’m fine with either.)
(Oh yeah, maybe just a quick summary? Like name and appearance. And possibly personality too?)
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(Alrighty, that works. I’ll get one up in a bit)
(Take your time! I'll work on mine as soon as possible!)
Name: Regan "Reg" McKelly
Gender: Male h/h
Appearance: He is rather tall (Around 6') with a decent muscle build. His eyes are a honey colored brown, almost the same color as his dark blonde hair. He wea a bright smile on his rounder face, surrounded by a slight scruff in a goatee like fashion.
Personality: Reg is a very collected man, not easy to anger. He attempts to help you out, as long as it doesn't affect him too badly. Reg is nice all-in-all, but can bed kind of greedy on the other hand. He's normally pretty happy, as long as his family is though.
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Name: Tyler Ryan McKelly
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shaggy dark brown hair with light grey eyes. His skin is tanner and has light freckles, with some minor cuts and scratches from exploring the woods around his house. He’s roughly 4’3” and slightly skinny, but it lets him slip in and out of small places.
Personality: Very kind and follows rules by anyone who holds any kind of authority (aka almost every older person he knows, including Alexa and Moxie). He loves everything and everyone, but can be shy when first meeting someone. He loves nature and the natural world… although his definition of “natural” may be slightly off, due to always living in the “interesting” woods around his house. He loves to befriend all the woodland creatures, and knows most of them by heart. He enjoys tagging along with his older cousins most of the time, because it makes him feel “grown up.”
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(Reg sounds fun :D This’ll be great)
(Ahh Thank you! Tyler is super cute, and I think he's a good age. If anything, possibly bumping it up a year or two , but that's up to you!)
Name: Lila (Previous Surname: Princeton) McKelly
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lila has a darker tone, being naturally tan. Her hair is a very dark red, almost considered brown. It short and quirky, reaching her shoulders exactly. Her face is shorter and round, giving her a more childish look even while she's over 25. Her eyes are a soft dark blue, that set her apart from the rest. She stands at around 5'8'', with a thinner shape.
Personality: Lila is a very talkative and friendly woman. She's a huge social butterfly, and sometimes rather obnoxious because of it. She's always sweet though, never meaning to annoy you. She always is an encouraging spirit, trying to boost your spirits and keep you happy.
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(Alright, I made him a little older. And Lila’s awesome!)
(As it goes on, I'll develop them more. For now they're going to stay pretty simple. But thank you! I still really love Tyler, ahah)
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(Thank you! :D I love both Reg and Lila too)
(Haha, thank you! Are we ready to start then?)
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(I think so)
(Do you want to write up the starter, or would you prefer I did? I don't care either way)
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(Honestly me either. You can, if you’d like to set the tone and setting for it, and I’ll match it)
(Alright works for me!)
"This bus ride is taking forever!" The 15-year-old, Alexa McKelly whined as she sunk lower into her seat. "Why couldn't mom and dad just drive us, or send us on a plane? It would have been so much faster than this." Alexa continued to complain, stretching out so her legs were resting on her sister, Moxie's, lap. In reality, they had only been on the bus for forty-five minutes, not very long. So Alexa was exaggerating, just a little bit at least.
Trees whizzed by in flashes, as the bus flew down the highway with it's few passengers. Besides the two sisters, there was only a few other people on board. Such as, and older man, a woman and her two kids, a businessman, and a small group of teenage boys near the back, assumed to be some kind of boy-scouts. The bus was awkwardly quiet, besides Alexa's whining of course. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her though, they all had their own lives to worry about.
"I really don't understand why they had to send us up here. I had been making summer plans since the beginning of the year," Alexa vented to Moxie, forcing herself to sit up into a sitting position. "And now we're going to be stuck in a boring cabin, in the middle of literal nowhere. This sucks."
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Moxie stared brightly out the glass, her hands excitedly tapping on her knees. She held a resting smile across her face, her youthful sunset eyes latching on to whatever the van passed— but they never stayed put for long. It was typical of the girl; trying to focus on one thing, just to be distracted by another.
“Lighten up,” she said finally, glancing over to Alex. Her voice wasn’t degrading, more of a light, optimistic counter. “It’ll be fun. And hey, if it isn’t, then we can find ways to make it, right?”
She paused for a moment, fixing her flannel over shirt. The light reds and oranges just brought out the color of her eyes— or, at least, that’s what she thought.
“Plus, I had summer plans, too,” she lied, the both of them knowing full-well she hadn’t. She wasn’t the kind to really “plan” something— more like “accidentally get somewhere and rope others into it without warning.”
Still, she was more than excited for this trip. She’d heard all kinds of stories from uncle Reg’s cabin in the deep mysterious woods.
“But we’ll be fine,” she finished with a wave of her hand. “And we’ll get there soon enough.”
Groaning once again at he sister's positivity, she sat up to keep from getting any neck cramps. "I still don't like this. We're going to be stuck there, with no friends, all summer. And Tyler will be there, I might as well should have stayed home to get paid for baby-sitting." She muttered under her breath, pulling a bound notebook from her back pocket.
Alexa slowly began to write out her clouded thoughts, blotting out her frustration. She was being ridiculous, but she was rather bitter because of the 'surprise trip' that her parents decided too late to announce. In her own mind, Alexa assumed it was just to get rid of them over the summer. They always talked about needing a break.
Though she knew she had pushed it when she took her frustration out on Tyler. Sighing softly, she looked up to Moxie. "Did I push it too far?" Alexa asked softly, knowing her fondness of the younger boy.
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Moxie nodded slightly, squinting. “Lil bit.”
She paused, looking over and giving a smile. “But Ty’s older now. Maybe he’ll be cool— eh? Sure he’s eight but at least we don’t have to teach him how to walk anymore.”
She shrugged, keeping a sort of peaceful demeanor. “And who knows what’ll happen at the cabin? It’s always been a sort of… odd place. Exploring will be fun.”
Suddenly her eyes shot alight with a mischievous twinkle. She turned, prodding her sister’s side.
“And maybe~,” she cooed, giving a tight mocking smile. “Maybe there’ll be a guy there~.”
She gave a laugh, leaning back abruptly in anticipation of her sister’s reaction.
She had to admit, Moxie was right. Tyler was older, he was probably super cool now. Even if she was wrong, he'd probably be into video games and the two would never see him. So what was there to worry about?
Though Moxie's second comment threw her for a loop, her face turning a vibrant shade of pink.
"Moxie!" Alexa scolded, burying her face in her hands. Of course she knew Moxie was only teasing, but on a subject like that, it made her incredibly flustered.
It was stupid, Alexa knew, but she couldn't help it. That kind of talk made her flustered, for reasons even she didn't know.
"Come on, not funny… you know how flustered I can get." Alexa muttered, looking to her sister with a pout. "This is pay-back for being rude to Tyler, isn't it? Or is it because I embarrassed you in front of that guy?"
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Moxie gave a light-hearted laugh. She wasn’t usually one to giggle, but she tried to keep the laughter suppressed for the sake of the other passengers.
She gave another mischievous glance to Alexa, shaking her head with her grin.
“Neither,” she said once her giggling subsided. “I mean— sure, give Tyler a break— and I couldn’t care less about the guy.”
Moxie wasn’t the kind of girl to get embarrassed easily. She could trip and fall in the middle of a gawking crowd, get up and brush off, then proceed to ask why people were staring. Some people saw it as cluelessness, but Moxie thought of it as “emotional maturity.” … But yes, it was mainly cluelessness.
She tapped her finger on her leg once more— just a small unconscious habit— and leaned over.
“I’m sorry,” she started again. “Just thought it was due time for some teasing.”
Sighing softly, Alexa found herself relaxing from her flustered state. "Don't be, I'm being a stick in the mud." Alexa nodded softly, tucking her notebook away.
"You wanna play a game or something, until we get there? We've still got some time. Maybe I can try to make it up to you, for being such a Negative Nancy." She asked softly, leaning on her arm. "I've got nothing better to do anyways."
Alexa was doing her best to be sincere, but that just wasn't the way she rolled. Even with her own sister. Though she tried her best, even when she failed almost every time. Practice makes perfect, right?
"We could play hang man, or something like that? I dunno, just an idea. We don't have to play anything, just thought I'd offer." She chattered away, seeming endless.
"It's up to you, I don't care either way. Honestly I-" Pausing, she noticed that her rambling was probably getting rather obnoxious. "I'll stop talking now. Sorry."
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Moxie just nodded on to her sister’s speech, not seeming annoyed nor truly engaged. She was used to it now, but would still try to give Alexa some credit.
“Sure,” she began, her eyes lighting up at the subject of games. “I don’t really have a preference either.”
She took her backpack from the floor, resting it on her lap. She unzipped the smallest pocket, drawing out a diminutive sketchbook. The front was decorated in a number of doodles, but none of which were really… good, so to speak. Moxie wasn’t the most artistic person. She normally just wrote down little stories about things she’d find when she was out on the lake, or copy odd prints of animals while she went camping with friends. Always a busy person, she was. Living for the wandering aspects of life.
She nudged Alexa with her arm. “I got an idea. Take out your sketchbook. We can describe animals to each other, but we can’t say their name or anything really remotely related to them. Deal?”
Alexa watched her sister curiously, watching her pull out her sketchbook. Of course, it was the sketchbook she was assuming. The only one she ever saw Moxie bring with her.
At her request, Alexa leaned over to pull her own out. Her backpack was quite a mess, so after a moment of shuffling through the bag, she found a pad of paper she could use. On her way back up, the bus ran over a ditch in the road causing the bus to rattle. Thus causing Alexa to bang her head on the seat in front of them when sitting up.
"Ow!" She whined, pulling back while holding on to the back of her head. 'Stupid karma.' Her thoughts muttered, as she looked over to Moxie with a slight frown.
"Yeah sounds fun…" Pulling a pen from behind her ear, she yanked the cap off trying to ignore the pounding headache she was getting. It would go away in a few minutes anyways. "Who's starting?" Alexa asked in a hum, resting the black inked pen's tip on the white sheet of paper.