{SCE} Can We Pretend

[Lucy James]

Lucy had never been one for hiking or climbing, but she figured it was better to scout the area than sit back at camp, singing songs and making smores. She didn't like ninety nine percent of the people there, save for a few she didn't loathe. And even then she usually preferred being on her own. Moving up the small hill, the brunette kept her eyes on the top of it; she was fit enough, considering how she'd spent the past fifteen years or so dancing, but she wasn't an athlete. 

And the fact that she drank like a sailor and smoked weed like a pipe, that hardly made things any better.

She did however reach the top after a while, and once she did, the brunette turned around to see if she could spot the camp from there. In the distance, she could vaguely see the roof of some of the shelters as well as the smoke coming from the fireplace. If she listened closely, she could hear the laughter and the singing. It had Lucy rolling her eyes; some people.

However, because she'd been so focused, she hadn't noticed the presence of the ability behind her until she suddenly heard the sound of nearby movement. Snapping her head to the side, the brunette's eyes turned into sliths as she pressed her lips together. "Unless you want to find yourself with a sharp stick through your neck, I highly recommend you don't sneak up on people like that."