is a virtue, and a lifestyle that i would always prefer to live by, and stand by. ...if i have to be honest myself in order to earn your honesty, then so be it.
Go outside, they said.
It'll be fun, they said.
Stop cooping yourself up inside, they said.
You'll get fat, they said.
Well y'know what she said to that? Screw 'em! Anything beat going outside and into the wilderness! Anything beat coming out here, anything beat getting herself muddy and.. Icky and bleh! At least, that's what she says now. The time when she actually doesn't want to go camping and she's complaining. When she wants to go camping and can't, she'll be complaining about staying indoors and whine up a storm. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if said whining brewed up his monstrosity of a storm that loomed above her head. Ahhh.. This wasn't going to sit well with her. At this rate, her hair was probably going to puff up like a lion, then she was going to scream, then the scream was gonna shake the leaves and then she was gonna get drenched. Then her hair was going to get frizzy and puffy again, then she was going to scream and whine again, then there was going to be this vicious cycle of constant AHHHHHHHs for more reason than one.
Great to go out and enjoy nature. Sure, if she could find some signal out here so she can use Google maps or something. Maybe try to find out where she was in this jungle. You know, pull up that GPS or at least some sort of map on her phone. Unfortunately, there was not a single bar of signal as far as she could tell, so it looked like she was going to be taking shelter under this shelter thing. It was a wooden shelter, but to her it looked more like a really old bus stop. Ah well.. It was going to save her for the time being, sos he might as well get used to it and be grateful. Once the rain stops, though, she just has to leave and get back home. Lets just hope tha--
-- ... That it wasn't a thunder storm. The loud rumbling of thunder echoes above her head, followed by the crackling and sudden flash of the lightning. She spoke too soon, and the rain came pouring down all the more relentlessly. Now they usually shouldn't be a problem for other people. Some find them soothing, calming and for got knows why, they enjoyed the rain. It's just water, Maisie. It's just water that's pouring down from the sky. Think of it as the gods crying, or something. It's just a bit of water, a bit of air and a bit of BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. Like drums in the sky! Nothing to be afraid of, right?
Uh, WRONG? EVERYTHING WAS TO BE AFRAID OF.
How can you stay calm when everything's going BOOM, BOOM left and right? One time at home, her room started shaking because of the thunder. Shaking! Can you believe it? It was ridiculous, honestly. Then there's that thunder that could strike, even though she knows how little a chance it'll actually happen. But you see or hear of those people getting shot down by that devil's electricity? Can you tell her not to worry, now? Uh, no, you couldn't. She had perfectly logical reasons to worry. Oh god, and it was going to get cold, too. She should have checked the weather before coming out. Not only was her hair going to be a disaster, but she was going to be a disaster by the end of this! Gods, she could already feel her hands subtly shaking and trembling from the thought of a second coming of thunder. Okay. Deep breaths, Maisie. It's not too bad. Just gotta ride it out, hope you don't get sick, plug in your headphones into your phone and everything will be good. Great. Peachy.
Great idea her butt.
Just as she was about to put her headphones on, she was practically RUN OVER by another guy! The blonde female lets out a quiet squeak following her high pitched screech from the impact and jolt. Who in the god damned would run like that, in the rain of all times? Like, the nerve, right? I mean, that's what most people would say. Maisie ungracefully fell to the ground, using her hands to dig into the now mud beneath her while grumbling in distaste. But okay, that's fine. People run from the rain, she couldn't blame them. She couldn't stop them, and she couldn't complai--... Wait.
She caught herself by holding herself up with her hands in the mud.
Her phone was in her ha--
GREAT. JUST WONDERFUL. Not only was she drenched, dirty, gonna get sick, but her phone was ALSO covered in wet soil and soon-to-be-mud! The sophomore slowly raises her hand while quirking her lip towards the dirtied device, then directing her blue gaze over to the guy who so abruptly bumped into her. Again, fine. He was in a rush. She couldn't blame him for running in the rain, but at the very least he could have looked where he was going? She was just about to say something, until her ears perked up at his.. Somewhat quiet or frantic apology. Oof.. How was she supposed to blow up at him when he was apologizing like that, now? Maisie ponders her options from the ground with a quiet grumble before taking a sharo breath of the cold air. "... Pheew.. It's all good! I'm all fine!" A chirp brightly chimes from below. The student begins to pick herself up and slowly attempts at brushing off any bits of soil or whatever from her shorts, before slowly sticking her leg out into the rain in hopes to wash off the dirt that she didn't dare touch with her hands. She slowly turns her head over to the young man with a slightly weakened smile, however, before waving her phone a bit over her shoulder.
"Haaaah... I don't think I can say the same about my phone~.. What about you, though? You doing alright? You practically ran me over like BAM and WHOOSH."
Then there comes the aggressively small hand gestures caused by flicking her fingers outwards in her other hand.