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Date Posted: Sunday, September 19, 07:17:26pm
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's message, "Writer's Block 403+" on Friday, September 17, 06:55:52pm
“Here you go,” Oak spoke as he squatted and placed a bottle of water by Carla as she painted the long thick piece of wood of the fence that suddenly seemed to be way too long. She looked up at Oak as she pushed her damp black hair back out of her face. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“If we want to get this done today… you need to stay hydrated,” Oak replied back as he picked up his brush and started to work on the section that he was working on, far enough from Carla to keep the peace.
Neither understood why this punishment was meant to bring them together. They were both just working in solitude and they were happy with that. It only seemed to prove that they didn’t need to work together to get things done.
“I have to get more paint… Do you need some, Oak?” Carla asked some time later. Oak looked down at his tray and shook his head. He was relieved that they started as soon as the sun was up because it was getting hot and they had just started painting the fence after the primer got on. They had hours ahead of them because one coat wasn’t going to be enough.
“Nah… I’m fine,” Oak replied as he took a moment to take a long sip of water.
“I’ll bring it over,” a voice broke from behind them and both Oak and Carla turned to see Nikita standing there, her blonde hair pulled up into a tight ponytail and her clothes were paint splattered from other projects that she had helped out with since she came to camp last year.
“Ah… I thought we weren’t to have any help,” Oak cautiously spoke as he watched as Nikita took Carla’s tray. She filled Carla’s tray and then produced her own tray and brush. Nikita looked to Oak carefully and then to Carla. “I deserve the punishment just as much as the two of you deserve it.”
“You had to stop us somehow,” Oak countered and Carla rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe that Oak was still arguing about Nikita helping them.
“And the way I did it was wrong,” Nikita spoke as she moved to the fence. She looked and blinked. “Ah… maybe we can form a chain… you can do the top rung… I’ll handle the middle… and Carla can get the bottom… whoever is at the bottom can run for supplies and then we can all rotate.”
Carla blinked her eyes as she realized how much sense what Nikita was saying made. “Where were you this morning when we struggled to get the primer on?”
“I had to let Davenport run a few tests… to clear me as being all fine… I would have been here sooner,” Nikita stated as she started to paint. Michael had asked her to let Davenport run a few blood tests to just be sure that she had started her period and it wasn’t anything else. Michael might not have gotten like that if Nikita hadn’t mentioned that Davenport had told her that sometimes miscarriages were thought to be just the regular start of the menstruation. To the relief of everyone, Nikita had just started her period like she was to and nothing else appeared to have occurred.
The trio worked their way about half way around as the sun got higher in the sky. They frequently rotated in silence as someone would run for water or paint. It was good honest work and it seemed to hit a rhythm.
“Gosh, it’s hot…” Nikita muttered as she swiped the sweat on her face.
“I should have brought sunscreen,” Carla commented as she was in the middle rung at the moment.
“I brought some sunscreen,” a voice spoke up from behind the trio. Nikita turned to look at Michael and he held the bottle. “I am a bit late for my punishment too...”
“You?” Nikita asked as she shook her head from side to side. “You did nothing wrong.”
“I wasn’t at my own camp… and I didn’t clarify roles and expectations,” Michael spoke as he walked to the fence and looked at Carla. He handed her the bottle. “I’ll take over here… you get some sunscreen on and get into the shade for a few moments.”
“You don’t need to do this, Michael,” Oak spoke as he looked up from the bottom. Michael dipped the paint brush in and sighed. He would much rather be painting the new house, but he knew that this was more important. “This camp relies upon me keeping the staff together as a cohesive unit… that’s my responsibility that I neglected…”
Nikita dipped her paint and she felt Michael against her. “And I should have made it clear that you are part of this camp… even if there may not be an official title… you developed much of the new programs that are sold out...”
Nikita blushed even in the heat and continued to paint. Carla didn’t stay away for long and soon all of them had made sure that they were covered in sunscreen while working around the fence.
“Lunch is here,” Walter called out around noon. Nikita looked at him and smeared paint on her face. She blinked as no one had expected lunch to be brought to them. In fact, all four of them had brought a small brown bag that had a sandwich and some chips in them.
“We’ll continue painting for you…” Jasmine stated as she stood next to Walter with Gail, Birkoff, Mick and Michelle.
“You all aren’t punished!” Oak declared and they all laughed. “I think if Michael and Nikita are punished… we all are punished!” Mick announced as he stepped forward and took the paint brush out of Oak’s hand. He stopped and pulled out his cell phone. “Can you answer this if it rings?”
“Sure,” Oak spoke as Mick dashed towards the fence, making a bet with Birkoff that he could get more painted than anyone else who was starting right now.
Walter dished out the cool pasta salad with Greek hero sandwiches. He made sure that everyone had plenty of water and he invited everyone to dinner at the mess hall that evening. Everyone was shocked that Walter was cooking tonight but no one said that they wouldn’t be there.
“I met Davenport’s new nurse,” Nikita spoke as she sat in the shade, gulping the water. She pulled off the band aid that covered the spot that blood was withdrawn from. “Her name is Ramona… she is about Madeline’s age and she reminds me a lot of Cozzie.”
“And what does Kate think?” Oak asked and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. It was at that moment that Mick’s phone rang. Oak rolled his eyes. “How do I answer this?”
Everyone chuckled and shrugged their shoulders. Oak pulled out the phone and opened. “Mick Schtoppel’s phone… this is Oak. How can I help you?”
He was silent and then he gasped. “Hunter?”
Oak stood up and moved away instantly. Nikita looked over her shoulder towards Mick and saw that he was watching them. She smirked and shook her head.
Maybe this punishment was the best thing to happen to everyone here.
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