[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f49ac2][b]Pippa Montgomery[/b][/color][/h1][hr][hr]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b]LA airport --> Pink Cabin
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b]Herself. Running into Hana [@Fabricant451] and Fiorella [@Dirty Pretty Lies][/center][hr]


38 days.
 
38 days clean and sober? Ha, hardly. That would be an impressive feat that would most likely cause a depression she had never witnessed before. But then wasn’t death supposed to cause depression? No no, grief; and that’s different. The tears and anger after a death are considered normal, while tears and anger during a ‘normal’ day are considered ‘abnormal.’ It was hard to keep track of which way was which even when it was as simple as left from right, night and day, good and bad. Oh no, no morals, they made things sticky. Keep with the basics, keep it simple. That’s what family and friends had told her during her haze of confusion. [color=f49ac2][i]Too bad they had no goddamn clue what they were talking about.[/i][/color]
 
Pippa tapped her fingers on the cool glass of the taxi aimlessly as she watched California open to her in greeting, her mind racing. The grey buildings and honking horns of LA had faded into the distance as they gained speed on a road headed to the middle of east Jesus nowhere. Arriving the day before she had spent a night at a lovely hotel, one she loathed leaving early that morning. She pulled her attention to the growing landscape with some difficulty, taking in the summer colors that started to pop up as they left the city. It was hot, but a different sort of hot than New York. Not humid but the temperatures threatening high numbers. It was summer but a different type of summer. Nothing looked the same here. But wasn’t that what she had wanted? What was far from her beautiful east coast? The west coast; see simple enough comparison. What was different than her oasis of isolation and peace in New York? A hot summer camp filled with other teens she barely knew.
 
She had needed change that much she had recognized while she sat in silence with her father at breakfast every morning, neither knowing what to say to the other. Pippa pretended not to notice his vacant eyes and shaking hands, he in return ignoring the flask of vodka and dwindling friend circle. When he had asked about the summer she had seen in his expression his mind had already been made up, much like the one previous. Only this time he had made the decision himself, rather than from her dear mother. 

Summer Camp.
 
It was the go to for parents who preferred their children to be raised far away and out of their expensive liquor cabinets. Her mother had found the summer camp in California the summer between her junior and senior year of high school, determined to get Pippa out of the house to avoid another bender and embarrassing news article about their ‘free spirit’. She snorted at the memory, never before had she been called that, a wildly inaccurate describer of her personality. Regardless of the reasons, Pippa had been forced to the camp thousands of miles away from home with people she had never met before, hating the heat and general ascetics of the camp. She had managed to make a few friends, but they were not the reasons pulling her back now. This was a summer with high school in her review mirror and college on her horizon, if only she could get through it. 
 
“Where you from miss?” The cabbie asked, pulling her back to the car filled with smell of cheap wintergreen and leather.
 
[color=f49ac2]“New York. Upstate New York, near the capital region.”[/color]
 
“Oh! New York City!”
 
[color=f49ac2]“What? No. I said upstate…and New York City isn’t the capital.”[/color]
 
“You sure, miss?”
 
Pippa felt her smile on her lips, her voice on autopilot as she handled this simple interaction that was causing her to swear in her mind. Leave me alone, good lord. She pulled on the ends of her hair and forced a harsh laugh, [color=f49ac2]“Yes, I’m sure.”[/color] She spent the rest of the ride nodding and making noises of interest as the man talked, before long pulling up to the dirt roads and signs for Camp Liberty. She shifted in her seat, pulling her large suitcase and tote back towards her, enjoying the last few moments of AC and city smell before arriving.
 
She paid for the cab and tipped the man, making her way to her cabin. It hadn’t surprised her to hear she was on the pink team again, the same as last year. She had found it humorous, the group of people she was put with all gossip queens and high maintenance divas. Her people. It had made her grin, her lust to mess with people strong, and her ability being set free with her team members who also enjoyed the social games. She had found friendship, shallow for the most part, among them with a few gems of an actual connection. She watched with silent curiosity and deep seated unsettlement as fellow camp goers moved around her, many laughing and connecting with old friends, making her feel like a ghost.
 
A ghost she was, of her former self. She threw her belongings on the bottom of a bunk bed and sat down next to them; admiring her fine heels she had worn for the plan ride and last effort to spend quality time with her darlings. She slipped them off and pulled out a pair of fashionable sandals that matched her [url=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JDTykF9_rVY/S-hKMWv8osI/AAAAAAAAATY/W7gdtkwwKrQ/s1600/blair+GG+RL+audrey+gold.jpg]sundress[/url], a lovely thing she had found at a boutique opening for the summer race track. Her eyes darted around the pink team cabin as she forced her sunglasses up into her hair, displaying the natural wave and giving her a friendly appearance.
 
It doesn’t matter how you feel on the inside. Smile and play nice with others Pippa. [color=f49ac2][i]They don’t know…they won’t know anything. You have time away from the looks of pity, acting like your broken. Embrace it and be the bitch your mother created.[/i][/color] The cabin and outdoors were active, most of her team members preparing to go to the main hall or media room to prepare for introductions. She couldn’t do it; not yet. She needed a moment of peace. 

Peace she did not get, as a Latina goddess she hadn’t met before began dancing to loud music, a sight she found humorous despite herself. Desperate to escape before being seen she moved towards the door, only to see a familiar figure walking towards the cabin door. She bit her lower lip until it hurt, pulling herself to the present and out of her mood from the days of travel alone in her thoughts, watching the two meet and grinning with a devilish flash of white teeth. [color=f49ac2]“Hana!”[/color] she greeted the young woman with her charming singsong voice, [color=f49ac2]“I was just wondering when I would be seeing you! Our lovely new team member distracted me! Isn’t she…adorable?”[/color]

Pippa looked back at the Latina, [color=f49ac2]“You look like you’ll fit in perfectly here. My name is Pippa.”[/color]