Post by Penelope on Jul 13, 2014 10:30:14 GMT -5
It's been a week since she first arrived at camp. Since she's first came to this archery range and discovered that she was a demi god. Of course she was in total denial, it just seemed so strange and it wasn't what she wanted. She worked so hard for her old life and she loved it, the performing, the fans, it was everything she'd ever wanted. And now she has this. A cabin full of strangers, full of thieves and other kids who were unclaimed. No friends. Not even a single person that knows her songs or who she is. It was like going back to square one, and being that defenseless girl who used to cry herself to sleep.
Most days Penelope spent all her time by herself, mostly wandering the camp. It really was like something out a movie or a book, but no matter how much she wandered she always found herself coming back to the archery range. She never really shot, she didn't know how, but she always found herself watching others shoot. The longing to do what they were doing was kind of intense. She actually caught herself dreaming about it. Weird, right?
But she couldn't do that, she'd probably hurt herself or someone else. She could just imagine it on the tabloids now, "How The Stars Have Fallen, Penelope Barnes". At least if they got a picture of her on the tabloids she wouldn't be wearing those awful clothes that she did on the first day. All her clothes randomly appeared one day, and she had to say it brought tears to her eyes. From unwanted clothes to a black shirt and jeans, designer of course, and it wouldn't be complete without black toms and her own custom infinity scarf with her song lyrics displayed across it in black and white.
Of course that was all wonderful, but she wasn't really focused on her outfit, instead she found herself eyeing a bowthat was abandoned at the end of the range. A quiver with a solo arrow left sitting next to it. Without knowing what she was doing, she started walking towards it. Wrapping her fingers around the bow, she lifted it up and notched that solo arrow. Pulling it back she focused on the center of the target and let it loose. And just like that, it hit dead center.
Most days Penelope spent all her time by herself, mostly wandering the camp. It really was like something out a movie or a book, but no matter how much she wandered she always found herself coming back to the archery range. She never really shot, she didn't know how, but she always found herself watching others shoot. The longing to do what they were doing was kind of intense. She actually caught herself dreaming about it. Weird, right?
But she couldn't do that, she'd probably hurt herself or someone else. She could just imagine it on the tabloids now, "How The Stars Have Fallen, Penelope Barnes". At least if they got a picture of her on the tabloids she wouldn't be wearing those awful clothes that she did on the first day. All her clothes randomly appeared one day, and she had to say it brought tears to her eyes. From unwanted clothes to a black shirt and jeans, designer of course, and it wouldn't be complete without black toms and her own custom infinity scarf with her song lyrics displayed across it in black and white.
Of course that was all wonderful, but she wasn't really focused on her outfit, instead she found herself eyeing a bowthat was abandoned at the end of the range. A quiver with a solo arrow left sitting next to it. Without knowing what she was doing, she started walking towards it. Wrapping her fingers around the bow, she lifted it up and notched that solo arrow. Pulling it back she focused on the center of the target and let it loose. And just like that, it hit dead center.