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⎝ DAY 2┊4/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 16TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CABIN ⎞​

⎝ MOOD┊SLEEPY ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

Time went quickly for Bryan. Or maybe that was because he had dozed off a few times while lying face-flat on his comfortable bed. He wouldn't be sore because he was always active, but his muscles and pretty must just . . . his whole being was tired. He really, really, really hoped that his campers were okay. He was just so glad that Noëlle was. She meant a lot to him and he didn't know what he would do if he lost her . . .

A set of footsteps passed through the room and into his sister's, and he figured it was some girl gone to share with her. He didn't bother looking.

Some time later, another set came in. "Mind if I join you?" The last time Bryan had heard that voice, it was holding it together pretty well. Now it just sounded exhausted. He barely managed to nod his head into his pillow.

"When I told them they would have a long day today, I never had anything like this in mind." Bryan laughed tiredly, knowing the feeling about that. He rolled onto his back and lazily stripped off his shirt, revealing a lightly tanned torso. Rustling went on in the next bed and then fell quiet. "Night, newbie."

"Night . . ."

Night . . . Bryan yawned and wondered who else was okay and had made it to the joint cabin. he turned off the lights and fell into sleep.

 

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WEARING ✔ ⧉ DATE▹ 6/17/2013 ⧉ DAY▹ 2 & 4/4 ⧉ MUSIC ​

MOOD▹ TIRED ⧉ LOCATION▹ CABIN 1 ⧉ OOC▹ ✘​

ACTIVITY▹ SLEEP ⧉ INTERACTION▹ ALLEN ⧉ ❤▹3/10​

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❝ THERE'S a STIRRING INSIDE of ME. ❞​

From the assembly in the loft, they learned that they would be leaving tomorrow morning. That was depressing, but she had to admit to feeling slightly relieved. She wasn't sure how much she had actually wanted to stay here after fleeing the woods. Pierce fidgeted nervously with the cuffs of the sweater that had now slid back down to her wrists. It was so big on her. She would have to find a way to repay Tucker--she had ruined it, after all.

When all was said and done, Allen had asked her if she wanted to go to the cabin together. She felt her face flush and agreed. ❝ Um... all right. I j-just gotta get my stuff, ❞ she told him. He had agreed and together they walked to Cabin B. Pierce said a momentary goodbye before heading into the dark cabin. She flipped on the light switch immediately after, not wanting to be alone in the dark. She moved over to her bunk and stared at it blankly for a minute. Something looked off... She shrugged it off and began haphazardly tossing all of her stuff back into the duffle bag. It wasn't until then that she noticed some items were missing. Where--where are my pictures? And... oh my god it's gone! Her eyes widened with horror and she began to toss the cabin in disarray. She prayed that they had just fallen out by chance. There was no sign of the few rogue pictures that had disappeared, along with the decorative bottle known as Cupid's Brew.

Eventually she had to give up search. Allen was waiting for her. She was in a panic and her features seemed even more wild and messy than they had prior to entering the shack. She pulled the container out from under Tucker's bed. He had told them that if they were good, he would return their electronics to them. She had yet to see her camp counselor and figured it safe to grab her phone and iPod since she was being forced to leave come sunrise. She yawned once before tossing the strap of her bag over her shoulder and moving back out into the darkness.

Pierce was glad to have Allen with her. There was no way she could have managed the walk by herself. When they arrived at Cabin One, he found an empty room and asked her to share it with her. Pierce felt a bit of apprehension well up inside her. Sleeping in the cabins with boys wasn't as big of a deal. They were less private and the counselors were there. This was a completely different situation. They were alone in a small room together. There were two beds, but it still felt inappropriate somewhat. Erik came out of the bathroom next door and said nothing as he passed them by, just giving a quick nod before disappearing down the hall. She swallowed down the lump of awkwardness that was building in her throat and nodded at all. ❝ S-sure. Y-yeah why not? ❞ She set her bag down next to one of the beds and pulled out her pajamas. ❝ I'm gonna go shower first. ❞

She disappeared into the room that the counselor had just exited. It was still warm and humid with steam. Already it felt refreshing on her skin. Pierce turned on the steaming water and stripped off the layers of grime covered clothing before stepping into the waterfall cascading out of the shower head. Dirt and blood mixed with the water and filled the bottom of the tub. She hadn't realized just how filthy she was. The water felt relaxing on her sore muscles and she worked herself up into a nice lather of soap. Eventually the water at the bottom of the tub began to run clear once more and she finished washing up.

Pierce stepped out into the bathroom and examined her now clean features as she toweled herself dry. There were bruises and cuts on the majority of the skin on her legs. A long gash crossed her right cheek bone. It went from her nose to the side of her face, directly under eye. Her forearms were scraped up quite a bit from where the sleeves on the sweater had been rolled up. Overall, she could have been worse. She probably would have wound up at the hospital like all those other kids had it not been for Quentin. She would have to thank him for breaking her out of the fear inducing paralysis that had enveloped her.

She pulled on her fresh pajamas and dried her long damp brown hair. It was still tangled, but she was at least able to manage a brush through it now. That was a bonus. Pierce tossed it up into a bun on the side of her head and gathered her dirty clothes up off the floor. She hung the towel on the back of the door and exited the bathroom before returning to the bedroom. It was a refreshing feeling to be clean. Allen still seemed to be awake when she got back and dumped her clothes beside the duffle bag. Pierce pulled back the sheets on the bed walked over to the light switch on the wall, flipping it down for off. She crawled into the large puffy bed and heard the boy say good night to her. ❝ You too. Night, ❞ she said quietly. Her eyelids shut and she could feel the heavy layers of sleep blanketing. It only took a few deep breaths and one warm thought to drift her off to sleep--home.

 

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⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 16TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ CABIN⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ SLEEPY ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠​

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❝ ＨＭＭ，Ｉ'Ｍ ＩＮＴＥＲＥＳＴＥＤ．​

ＬＥＴ'Ｓ ＣＯＮＴＩＮＵＥ．❞​

There. She had completed the first section of her blacklist. She gazed over her most recent entries with a smile. Well, these were all only the first entries, and there was much more to be added, but . . . Well, she didn't know if anything every would be added, since they were leaving tomorrow. How disappointing.

With a yawn, Sophie began to put her things away, neatly tucking the locked book into the bag. There were only a few entries in the book that could be used against her, but only if the person knew what they were doing . . . It was one of her most prized possessions, but of course, material only went so far.

Now that she thought about it, it was also disappointing that Cupid's Brew wouldn't be used on one of these others . . . She had been looking forward to that. Boring. Her mind briefly traveled to the couple that she ran into earlier; why couldn't they just disappear?

Sophie laid her head on her pillow, turned out the lights, and fell asleep.

 

『WEATHER』 SMOKY SKIES 66°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 - 1:07AM ✖ 『DAY』 02

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She pulled out one of her more ... modest pairs of pajamas (she was sure to bake over night) and closed her bag again, pushing it down and under her bed and clutching the towel tighter to her, a bit self-conscious. The inappropriateness of the situation hadn't really sunk in, but she wondered ...

It had been a while since she interacted intimately with a male, and it was still a strange and halfway unbelievable thought that an attractive one would be rooming with her. A somewhat bashful and childish part of her hoped they were interrupted, while a deeper, more interested one was a bit excited at meeting someone new under such circumstances. It took her mind off of ... things.

❝What is your name?❞

❝Noëlle.❞ Tiredly, she stood and moved to the bathroom. She kept the door slightly cracked so that he could hear her, and started to change into her clothes. ❝What about yours?❞

When she was finished, the piled her hair high into a bun and walked back to the room, peeling back a thick quilt and curling up beneath the covers. As if at a friendly, comfortable sleepover, she turned on her side to view him with interest and a standard smile. It would be nice to finally put a name to his face.

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⌠ DAY 2 │ 4/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 16TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ CABIN ⌡​

⌠ MOOD │ SLEEPY ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 23% = NOËLLE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡​

⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡​

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"Noëlle." She took something unrevealing into the bathroom with her. "What's yours?" She kept the door open a crack, but he couldn't see anything. He decided it would be too forward to peek under the circumstances.

"I'm Quentin," he said, yawning, "It's a pleasure, despite everything." He layed down on the bed and felt supremely relaxed. Quentin really was sleepy. He wanted to talk, but he would not last long, and he figured neither would she. Especially since he still had to take a shower. "I figure we're both tired, but can we talk later? We have tomorrow." He put hope in his voice and tried to sound alluring despite his tiredness.

He gathered his own pajamas and took a shower when she was done. He changed into his clothes when he got out and hit the mattress, feeling sleep overtake him quickly. "Good night, Noëlle." he murmured, half conscious, and then drifted off quickly.

 

『WEATHER』 SMOKY SKIES 66°! ✖ 『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 - 1:10AM ✖ 『DAY』 02

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The blankets were beginning to feel more and more comforting, and sleep called for her. It was already a bit warm under the quilt, but the air conditioning was on full blast. She wondered if there was a way to turn it off.

❝I'm Quentin, it's a pleasure, despite everything.❞

That was true. For a moment, she had genuinely forgotten about the outside world and everything terrible that had happened -- because of her. Her shoulders fell and the excitement faded. She brought the quilt up and over her lips, frowning.

❝I figure we're both tired, but can we talk later? We have tomorrow.❞

❝Of course. Maybe we can sit together on the bus, or the ferry...❞ She offered thoughtfully, her thoughts drifting to Bryan and Jack before trailing off.

❝Good night, Noëlle.❞

❝Good night, Quentin.❞ Her voice was slightly against the blanket, but she made sure she spoke clear enough for him to hear. Without further delay, she reached a covered arm out to switch the light off, and closed her eyes to sleep.

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Day ♥ Three
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Stratana Aria​

Location: Bus stop<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood:<>OOC: Find all the Pokepuns!​

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Stratana awoke for her pokemon nightmare drowsy and in a ghastly mood. She swore: that t-shirt had to be like some kind of nostalgia-inducing jinx. This idea was double-teamed by the fact she had worn the shirt to bed. Rushing to remove it from her person, she didn't even leave her bed before the article fell limp to the floor, stretched out and lightly toasted. It was only when she discovered that she had partially exposed herself in her shared room that Stratana made an awkward face; she really hoped that no one in the cabin would think she was trying to attract them! Even though there was Alexandra, who was also a girl, Stratana knew nothing about her, but before she could find out if anyone had seen her or was even awake, she covered herself up with the shirt again and made a dash for the restroom. Taking a quick shower, she was forced to redress in the same clothes she had shed before the shower; she'd taken care to at least hang them up, even the mismatched undergarments.​

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Back in Pokemon style, Pikachu's face was once again returned to its horizontal rack; it's face much wider than it had been before she received it. Of course, she couldn't leave without her bag, so she made an attempt to visit Cabin D in the off chance that her bag had been left there. She'd braved the weary walk to fortunately find the prize, and all at once took it in arms. Words could not describe how happy she was to have back her own clothes. Throwing the bag over her shoulders, she headed for the predetermined bus stop, and did the only thing she could do: wait with a small patch of assorted little mucks called campers.​

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A little girl, probably 13, from another cabin (when the cabins were alphabetical), was there, and she kept looking over at Stratana with curious eyes. Stratana couldn't decide if she enjoyed the attention or was creeped out by the younger girl's stare.​

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"Hey, kid. Admiring? Ha! Who knows, someday you might be lucky enough to look like me." Stratana flipped her light, almost pink, hair to the side confidently .​

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"I was just thinking: weren't you a little less chubby when you came to camp? Your belly looks flabbier." Said Jenna, even going to far as to prod Stratana's slightly distended stomach. Stratana wanted to go berserk, but couldn't help but give into the shock that there was a chance the girl was right. Between Stratana's normally unhealthy diet (Maybe that midnight snack raid last night was a bad idea?) and all the stress she'd been under since coming to camp, maybe she had lost a little bit of tone. But the little girl poking at her exposed belly and causing her to realize just how soft and distended it had gotten (Not really much, but some) in such a short amount of time was too much for her not to get hot under the collar.​

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Sebastian Sonata​

Location: Bus stop<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood:<>OOC:​

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Sebastian awoke, grabbed his book, his bag, and quickly showered before heading out the Cabin 1 door with all post haste. He didn't want to miss the bus that would be taking him home; safety. He had yet to see Elisa or Alice since last night, and he wondered who had survived and who might have perished. Right about now, he cursed his empathy as he felt a prickling sensation in his toes, and he felt the heat of flames lightly on his skin. He hoped no one had met such an awful fate, but with such a large group and so many injuries, would even the people in the hospital survive? He tried to put it out of his mind as he reached the bus stop just in time to hear: "Weren't you a little less chubby?" Coming from a young girl not too far from where he stood. When he looked over, he saw Jenna, wide eyed, poking Stratana in the belly with her index finger. 'This isn't going to end well...' Sebastian thought dismally.​

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Sean Fugue​

Location: Bus stop<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood:<>OOC:​

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Sean awoke drowsily to find himself alone in his cabin. He didn't freak though, since an interlude of sleep had dulled his senses and removed the fear last night ha produced; quite the opposite stood to fact: he had spent so long in Fight or Flight Mode that he was utterly drained. He didn't shower, he didn't change, he just went out, ripe as a week old rancid steak that had been slightly braised, grabbing his bag along the way. Down at the bus stop, he found that one super busty girl (It was odd how he remembered people) he'd helped the other day knocking Jenna over with a brutal shove; there was a maniacal expression on the older girl's face, and Sean could almost swear he could only see whites in her eyes, and fangs in her mouth. The illusion of seeing the temper take a form soon passed, and he found himself coming very close over Stratana, standing between her and Jenna.​

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"Is there a problem?" He asked, crossing his muscular arms.​

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"YOU! You're the reason I'll be wearing sweatpants for the rest of my life!" Stratana sobbed as she meekly punched Sean in the abs. The only one hurt as a result was Stratana with a sprained wrist as she nursed her hand while walking away, sobbing as before.​

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"What did you say?" Sean tossed the question over his shoulder before he helped Jenna back to her feet the next moment; being pushed onto her back had turned Jenna into something of a helpless turtle, except with a backpack instead of a shell weighing her down and forcing her facing up.​

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"Nuthin'..." Jenna lied.​

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Sean shook his head. He hoped Erik would show up soon. He was starting to get to the point where he wanted to dump this kid off the first chance he got. For a thirteen year old, Jenna was a little oblivious, and that was something to say, coming from Sean's point of view.​

 

⎛ DAY 3 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 17TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠
⎛ MOOD ‖ CONTENT ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ NOTHING ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING !! ⎠
⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠

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ＬＥＴ'Ｓ ＣＯＮＴＩＮＵＥ．❞​

Somehow, sleeping had been a blessing, rather than a curse as it usually was. No dreams, no visions of her life . . . Sophie felt quite reinvigorated with the morning, and her mood was chipper ( chipper being . . . Sophie-chipper, which was a pleasant smile and a less 'judging u' air ) as she waltzed around the kitchen, humming to herself while preparing breakfast. Normally, Sophie didn't like cooking for anyone, or really, just cooking at all ( "But if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." ), but today felt a little different.

It was nice, up until she remembered that they would be leaving today, and that brought an overall damper to her mood. Annoying. Either way, she was already halfway through breakfast, and there was no use in stopping now. She had been the first up in the morning and wondered who else had come, besides Alexandra.

Sophie wondered if Alexandra had heard her secret already spread around. It was likely that she should have, but of course, players tend to ignore actions like that and move on as normal, which puppeteers find highly annoying.

From behind her came a wide yawn and she looked over her shoulder from the stove. "Good morning, Bryan." she said with a smile, "I wasn't . . . expecting anyone so soon."

Bryan looked a bit embarrassed, and she probably invoked the thoughts that he was intruding. She supposed he sort of was, but no matter in making him feel bad. "Feel free to set the table." Sophie motioned to the cabinets for plates and silverware. He nodded slowly and went to work.

Just a little while later, breakfast was ready. "You don't have to wait for the others to wake up, you know." she commented, as he was looking a little stiff.

"Y - Yeah . . ." The two set to a quiet start, waiting for the others.

 

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Outfit|Location: Scavenger Hunt|]Music|Mood: Ugh...|OOC:​

Alexandra woke up incredibly refreshed and felt good, then she looked at her surroundings and realized the fire hadn't been a dream. It was real, as that just made her mood fall faster than a stone in a lake.

She made her way to the shower, knocked, and when no one answered, she stepped in and took her own shower. Alexandra had brought an extra change of clothes in there so if a guy stepped in, he wouldn't see her getting dressed. Once she was finished, the girl went into the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal. That was really all that there was time for anyway, since the transportation would likely arrive at the main road soon.

Alexandra noticed Sophie sitting there with her own breakfast. Instead of saying hi like she usually would, she just kept eating. They were going home today, and if the camp was opened next year, she'd have a chance to talk to her then.

Either way, it didn't matter. Her secret about how she had run her ex over was probably going around. Alexandra was probably considered insane. Since she realized it didn't matter, she decided to say something after all. "Hey." Alexandra said, keeping her voice neutral, so Sophie would know she was just being polite.

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When morning rolled around, Natalia was incredibly relieved. Today was the day she went home. She didn't want to be here if fires were going to start often. The young girl wondered HOW it had started.

She got to the kitchen and made coffee for everyone. No sense in being selfish and only keeping it for herself. Then, Natalia took an orange and sliced it open. She wasn't that hungry, and there was barely any time to eat anyway. The bus would surely be here soon.

Natalia finished her coffee and orange slices, rinsed her dishes, took a quick shower, then finally got dressed and headed to the main road.

 

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✌ CLOTHES≛ MOOD» FORCED/FAKE≛ TUNES≛ LOCATION » HOSPITAL/TAXI ≛ OOC ✌​

All the campers, both students and counselors, were discharged from the hospital the next morning. Tucker woke up to a soft nudge at his right arm. He practically jumped up in response to the touch as his eyes opened wide and he inhaled sharply, only to see a doctor who smiled at him gently greeting him good morning. A sigh escaped his lips as he muttered a "good morning" back politely without his signature smile. He was still completely shaken from yesterday and grew more cautious with doctors. In fact, as he sat up properly he began to notice how his eyes felt so heavy and still stung when he blinked them. Also, he could feel how dry his lips and throat still were. His ankles did feel a little better - a little, still had some pain in them but he knew he could probably manage walking now.

The doctor informed him that all campers admitted in the hospital yesterday were discharged this morning, and that they were to head back to camp immediately through taxis that waited outside the hospital building. Tucker nodded at his words, still unable to smile at the man he half-saw as a demon, it spoke again suddenly also informing him that the terrible incident was to cut the camp short and all campers would be returning him. Also, that he was actually one of the only counselors in the hospital. In other words, it meant that he was one of the only adults - trained to guide the students - in the hospital. The 21-year old felt the responsibility immediately, and he began to get up from the bed. His ankles were still wrapped in bandages and the doctor told him to keep it on so he wore it under his shoes.

As he lifted his body from the bed for the first time in what felt like forever, he wobbled a bit. The doctor grabbed him and held him up so he wouldn't fall but Tucker immediately moved away from him. "I'm sorry, I'm fine." he said, swallowing before he proceeded out the door, limping.

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✿ CLOTHES | MUSIC | OOC ✿​

❤ MOOD ↝ DISAPPOINTED ❤​

✖ LOCATION ↝ TAXI/HOSPITAL✖​

A cotton ball and doctor's tape were placed securely over her right hand when they pulled the IV out of her system. Elisa's bright blue eyes sparkled when the doctor told her they'd be returning back to camp. The doctor then told her to make sure she ate, and got enough exercise, and- blah, blah, blah all over again. She zoned him out completely until he mentioned that due to the immediate transportation of the campers from the hospital to the camp they wouldn't be serving her a breakfast meal. The teen fought hard not to smile brightly in front of them doctor so she just politely nodded. But inside she wanted to scream and leap, 'I've eaten far too much last night. Enough for the week!'

She felt much better from yesterday, after a good night's sleep.In fact, quite energized - but probably from the fact that she could finally skip a meal and wasn't under the doctor's eagle eye. She skipped towards the exit of the hospital, where she could already see so many students gathered in front. They probably didn't have it as bad as she did, hence them being there much earlier. But, that many people had to be sent to the hospital? Wow.

"Mulshine!"

"U-um, here!" she squeaked, raising her thin arm up into the air. The cherry haired counselor who stood up in front, towering over all the students as he stood on a chair held a paper in his hands, checking off names as he called them out. The camp sent a counselor to go back for them and bring them back to camp? She was about to go all 'well that was nice of them' until she caught a glimpse of the counselor, who she remembered as Tucker from the year before, and his boat shoes, noticing that his ankles were wrapped in bandages.

As he checked off the last name on the list, Tucker stared down at it for a moment, 'Okay, big smile. Big smile. You're a camp counselor, this kids probably just went through hell too. Be happy.' he gulped down a knot at his throat once more before he looked up at everyone, with a smile on his face. "Okay, as you may know we're headed back to camp! Unfortunately, due to the horrific events, we will be sent home early." The crowd of students erupted in a lot of cries, shocked gasps and 'what's?!'. This was expected and Tucker couldn't help but frown - but he knew he had to pick this up. "But don't worry! Chin up guys! We're still going to have that long bus and ferry ride back home and we've still got some time back in camp! Very short, but nonetheless, fun time! So once you get back, pack your things and be prepared to leave. Take a quick shower if you want. As for now, hop into one of the taxis, be at least three or four students there so we can accommodate everyone - and we'll head back to camp. Alright, go!"

Elisa felt her heart sink as the crowd of students with sad and angry faces began to slug towards the taxis. She watched Tucker get down from the bench slowly. He delivered the awful news in a happy and positive manner which probably did help but she could feel that he was sad about it too. In fact, with what she remembered of him, he didn't seem as happy - not genuinely at least. But who could blame him? She definitely was not happy at the moment.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar blonde haired boy from the crowd. Was it… oh my goth, yes it was! It was Richie!! She jogged over to her cabin mate and tapped his shoulder lightly, "Richie! You're here too, I can't believe it!" she hadn't known he ended up in the hospital. She was with him during the scavenger hunt with Bryan after all. Before she could talk more, she felt a hand softly touch her shoulder, looking back, a young face topped with cherry red hair and a forced smile looked down at her. It was Tucker. "Come on you two, we should head back." he said gently as he motioned them into the nearest taxi.

She nodded obediently with a small smile and hopped into the taxi before Richie. She watched the counselor hold the door open as Richie climbed in and looked back towards the hospital and the line of taxis. All students were in their respective vehicles, so he turned to them and instead of shutting the door he climbed in with them. "I hope you don't mind that I joined you. My name's Tucker." he smiles. He still seemed happy and chipper, but at the same time there was definitely something off. He was fumbling his fingers over the hem of his shorts unknowingly to no end as if he was trying his hardest to keep still. He also constantly swallowed. Probably shocked by everything like she was. Hey, at least he was trying to be in a good mood for everyone. The anorexic teenager simply smiled back at him, "No, not at all. I'm Elisa and this is Richie. We're from Byan's cabin." she introduced as the taxi started up and all the campers were making their way back to camp.

 

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⎝ MOOD┊UNCOMFORTABLE ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊7% = SOPHIE ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞​

"Y - Yeah . . ." Bryan said with a hint of being uncomfortable. He kind of wished he hadn't come into the kitchen -- but it would have been rude for him to turn down the breakfast Sophie made for the campers. He was grateful, but to be honest, Sophie kind of scared him!

While eating and waiting for the others to rise, the pair made little conversation and kept him on edge. He felt awkward because he was a little out of his element here, and that was only because of her. Talking to people was usually a piece of cake, but she seemed so intimidating!

"Hey," someone said, and the two of them looked up, and Bryan immediately felt better knowing that there was another person.

"Good morning," he greeted cheerfully, and Sophie merely nodded at the other girl, "I don't think I've met you, yet! My name's Bryan. I am -- er . . . was the counselor of Cabin E. You can join us for breakfast, since there's enough for everyone!" To be honest, he was kind of reaching out for a limb here.

 

Spoiler: Dream

Huh? Where am I? This question lingered as the dreamer looked around. Above him, the sky was a wondrous array of reds and golds and violets. There were buildings off in the distance as a young man stood surrounded by lush green forests. However, even though his surroundings looked peaceful, the reason he stood there was anything but. The young man stood and, in a frantic manner, began to shout out into the forest. However, what he was screaming couldn't be made out. What? What's he saying? What's going on? He continued to shout, looking around the forest very quickly. What's he looking for? Is he desperate? I can't make out his face. Eventually, the young man ran into the forest, continuing to shout. However, this time, something could be heard. "...Where are you?" Faint, but still audible. "Where are you?" Who's he looking for?

He continued to run, looking all over the forest, not caring how lost he got. He continued to run, still shouting out to a person that wasn't there. He continued to run, unaware of what will happen, or rather, what has happened. He continued to run, even though he was tired and worn out. He continued to run, a glimmer of hope still in his heart.

However, he eventually stopped, looking downward in horror. What is it? What did he find? The young man dropped to his knees and brought his hands to his face. Is... is he crying? What did he find? What is it? The dreamer repeated these questions, but he couldn't get any closer. He could only watch as this young man knelt next to something on the ground. He could hear the young man sobbing loudly, screaming, "...No....No!" What is it? However, before that question could be answered...

Brent woke up, a cold sweat had formed on his forehead and back. He was breathing heavily, tears forming on his eyes. Quickly, he wiped off his tears on his sleeve, "That dream again..." It was a dream that he had before. Although, the previous times, he couldn't hear anything at all, nor could he make out what the young man in his dream was doing. This was the first time he could hear the young man in his dream speak. He tried to calm himself as he stood up from his bed. Jeez... What was that all about? Brent had no idea why he had those dreams, and he hadn't told anyone about them.

Quickly, he looked through his bag for a new shirt he could wear. His sweat coated the shirt he wore as he slept. He found one and quickly changed shirts, shoving his old one into his bag. Fortunately, he woke up before the others that had slept in the bed next to his. He quickly swished his tongue around his mouth, feeling the nastiness that had accumulated in his mouth as he slept. How disgusting. Fishing out his toothbrush and some toothpaste from his bag, he went into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. As soon as he finished, he went to the people still sleeping on their bed. He slapped one of their thighs, "Come on, it's time to wake up. We have to get out of here." With groans of complaint, they woke up in a sluggish manner.

"Morning to you, too," one of them quipped.

"Yeah, yeah. I know you were having some golden slumbers, but come on, we're leaving the camp today, or did you forget?" There was a playful tone in his voice. He picked up his bags in a hurry. Brent didn't like to dawdle around too much. "I'll see you over by the main road where the bus will be, alright?"

"Right, gotcha. See ya, then, Brent." The kid from Cabin F went to grab some stuff from his bag and went to the bathroom.

"Great, see ya then, Joseph." With that, he left the cabin with all of his belongings in hand. He trudged along to the main road, still a little sleepy. The dream had come back to the fore front of his thoughts. Seriously, why do I keep having these dreams?

 

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When Alex first woke up, he didn't want to get up. It'd been a while since he slept that well and wanted to enjoy it for as long as he could. So he closed his eyes again and fell asleep. This time when he woke up again, he was more willing to actually get up out of bed. First thing that he needed to was to shower and put on some new clothes. Locating the shower wasn't too difficult, which shaved some time of his morning routine.​

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As he exited the shower, he went to put on some clothes. When that was finished he headed downstairs to get some breakfast. Not to his surprise, there were people already down there eating. Well, he was hungry for something small this time around and figured that they had some sort of plan for breakfast so decided to wait. His stomach could survive a short period without food.​

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He chose to sit by himself this time, mainly due to most people in his cabin not being here. Aside from him there was Allen, but he didn't know exactly where he was right now. Still even if he knew, he might not have sat with him. Not that he disliked him or anything, but he didn't know how he felt about him right now. As he looked around for no particular reason, he decided to change the topic in his head to something else.​

 

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"Ms. Andrews."

Emalynn was woken up by a nurse in the morning. She had been called a couple of times, but the girl had ignored the first few. It wasn't until she was poked on the shoulder that she woke up. The cold touch sent a chill down her spine. Emalynn's eyes opened immediately.

"Ms. Andrews, the taxi's here," the nurse informed her. Sitting up, Emalynn looked at her arms. The IV had been removed and replaced instead with cotton and medical tape. She sighed of relief. At least nothing happened to my hands or wrists. . . She wouldn't know what to do if she couldn't play piano.

Emalynn nodded at the nurse. "Thank you for letting me know," she told her and with a smile the nurse left. Emalynn grabbed her few things and headed to the washroom to get changed out of the hospital gown, back into her outfit from yesterday. She hated wearing the same clothes two days in a row, but she had no choice. Ugh. I guess I'll change when I get back to camp . . .

When she exited through the hospital doors, she quickly checked in with the counsellor that was sent to pick them up. Emalynn then stood and waited until they could leave. There were quite a few campers there around her. She didn't know all of them, but she could recognize some familiar faces. Namely the blue-haired girl as well as a blonde boy who were conversing normally right next to her. They seemed extremely chirpy for people who had just gotten discharged from a hospital. Emalynn shrugged. I guess there are people like that.

When it was time to leave, Emalynn just stepped into one of the taxis with a few of her fellow campers. She didn't know them so she didn't want to talk to them. If she wanted to hold a conversation, she would have ridden in the taxi with the blue haired girl and the blonde, but she didn't. Emalynn spent the entire ride back to camp looking out the taxi window. The camp counsellor had told them earlier that they would be sent home early, which was frustrating. Emalynn was looking forward to the musical aspect of camp to boost her career. She didn't even get to play a piano once at camp yet. She sighed and continued staring blankly out of the window.

 

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⌠ DAY 3│1/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE│JUNE 17TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION│CABIN ROOM ⌡​

⌠ MOOD│WANTING ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤│34% = NOËLLE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡​

⌠ OOC│WARNING: MATURE THEMES. ⌡​

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Quentin woke up before the sun came up with no idea of what time it was. He wasn't hungry and felt well rested, so breakfast and going back to sleep were out of the question. He looked across the room and saw that Noëlle was still sleeping soundly. Too bad. He quietly grabbed some clothes from his bag and got ready for the day, then sat on his bed and faced Noëlle.

He kept his eyes on her as got out the MP3 player he had retrieved from his cabin and began to listen. In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape. Broken branches trip me as I speak. His heart beat in tune with it. There was a lamp on the nightstand. He turned it on to see her better. She truly is pretty. He remembered how she looked last night and blushed as he unconsciously imagined how she would look sleeping naked. He was tempted to try something.

She fidgeted, causing him to jump and freeze in place. So much for that. He waited, but she did not move again. Asleep... Okay. He could not get the image out of his head, but he didn't want to risk waking her. He tapped his fingers to facilitate his thinking. Undressing unsuspecting women and playing music are out. What about my painting? He picked up his sketchpad, opened it, and glanced at Noëlle before settling in. Then it came to him. Aha! I'll draw it instead. He grinned mischievously to himself and studied her for a moment, then began drawing her frame.

It didn't take him long to outline her shape, but he felt that the drawing would take him at least an hour. I wonder what her nipples look like . . . He went with normal until further notice.

It was brighter outside the room by the time he started coloring, but he decided to keep at it until she woke up or someone came in to get them.

 

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location: taxi ✧ mood: refreshed ✧ theme: carry on​

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The[/url] blonde haired boy spotted his companion as she approached him and her familiar voice rang through the particularly stuffy crowd, "Richie! You're here too, I can't believe it!" Elisa seemed a little too excited, to Richie, about the fact that they both ended up at Westerfield, but he understood because at least now she knew she had someone to talk with. That incident yesterday was one that could scar even the toughest of minds, and releasing those frightening thoughts verbally could do nothing but help... well, at least it was better than keeping them bottled up inside. Richie smiled at Elisa and attempted to greet her, until he heard a much more husky voice appear from behind, "Come on you two, we should head back." He froze, his throat suddenly going dry, as he recognized the voice: Tucker, another one of his crushes. Oh. Shit.

Taking a deep breath, Richie hopped into the cab along with Elisa as Tucker held the door open for him. "Thank you," he uttered as he squeezed in next to his friend to make room for the counselor. The backseat area was pretty small, even for a taxi, so by the time Tucker got in and shut the door, all of them were pressed into one another. Richie remained calm and collected as Elisa introduced the duo to Tucker.

...Why was he so nervous? He was comfortable with Bryan last night during the scavenger hunt, but with Tucker... it was different. His hands felt sweaty and clammy, and he suddenly felt the need for some water. Did he like Tucker more than Bryan? It was all so confusing to poor Richie, who was trapped in a flurry of romantic emotions. He took another deep breath and cleared his mind of all his troubling thoughts. At least he felt a little at peace now.

The taxi veered left sharply at an intersection, which caused one of Richie's hands-- which were previously resting comfortably on his lap-- to land straight on Tucker's... unmentionables. He felt his pale face turn bright red as everything suddenly became hotter. He promptly removed his hand from Tucker's vicinity, and apologized quickly, "Oh my gosh I am so, so sorry!!" Richie hoped neither of them noticed his blushing cheeks.

 

> Mood - HUH??
> Location - Hospital
> OOC: OMG I'M SO SORRY!! DON'T KILL OFF SHOU-KUN PLEASE!!!

Shou bolted upright. He was in an unknown room. It took him a while to remember what happened.

"Oh yeah..." Shouta remembered the forest fire. He got separated from Sebas during the scavenger hunt and he suddenly found himself surrounded by flames. He had run to the edge of the forest, before collapsing.

A nurse with brown hair in a low bun and rectangular glasses entered his room. "Oh, you're up?" The nurse clutched her clipboard.

"Yeah." Shouta replied.

"That's good. You don't seem to be injured too badly. Just a few burns and scrapes that we have already treated. I think you will be able to be discharged today." She smiled. "But, let's just let the doctor know and he'll confirm, kay? I'll go call him right now." She turned and left to room.

"Alright." Shouta said after her.

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After the doctor had confirmed that Shouta was able to be discharged, he got dressed and left for the dock. Taking the taxis that were provided there, he headed back to camp. Staring out at the blue sky, he was so glad that he was able to see it once again.

 

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When she reached the temporary cabins, she hurried inside to find her bag. It wasn't too difficult because she labelled all of her things with the same tag. Pulling it out of the pile of the other bags, she entered the nearest restroom, picked out a new outfit and quickly changed. Before exiting, she glanced at the mirror and realized that her hair was a complete disaster. Oh my god. She had to fix it. There's no way I'm going out like that again. But after trying to fix it a couple of times, the girl just pulled it up into one ponytail. ​

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With her bag, she walked out of the washroom and back outside to the main road, where she was instructed to wait. Emalynn really didn't want the camp to end so soon. It literally only lasted two days. She looked back at the building and frowned. Well there goes my summer. What am I supposed to do now? I only planned camp for my summer. ​

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While waiting for everyone to make their way outside, Emalynn tried to think of other things she could do when she got back home. It was hard to think about anything more productive than a music camp. At least here I could have worked more on music and at least learned something. ​

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She hung her bag on her shoulder and continued to think about other productive things that she could engage in during her summer that was now free.

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Sebastian Sonata​

Location: Bus stop<>Clothes<>Song<>Mood:<>OOC:​

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Sebastian lowered his bag onto the ground and took a deep breath in and out. Last night had been trying, but the new day offered new opportunities. His spectator nature caused him to see in others what they might think as these "opportunities", and really tried to put themselves in their shoes. After that fire, one parent at least had to find out from someone sneaking a cell phone (Some just couldn't part), and no doubt someone was happy to be going home, and someone would be happy to have them back. Family really got to Sebastian; hit him in the heart strings and played a lovely tune until his fingers curled backwards. ​

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Hell, there was even one younger looking girl there. Had to be fourteen or fifteen. She had sort of sandy-colored hair and seemed shorter than himself; tiny little thing. Besides that though, Sebastian noticed nothing else about her; he'd turned away within an instant of seeing her. All he could think about was home and how much he wanted to get there.​

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It'd been awhile since he'd seen his city flat; when not at Fortissimo Academy Sebastian lived on his own, and just the way he liked it. He could play music as freely as he wished, and some local cafe's were his favorite places to get some excellent Hot Chocolate. The beverage though often made him drowsy; a big cup with whipped cream was sure to knock him clean out every time. Now that he thought of sweet things, he gave a second glance over to that girl he had yet to notice before, and his eyes stared at hers, while he tried to read them from afar.​

 

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Morning soon arrived and as Julius slept on he began to think about himself as he slept. Maybe...just maybe this fire was a sign to change himself. Maybe he should just let go of all the aggression and just calm down and relax throughout life. Maybe it was time for him to find a woman and create himself a family or something...

"waaaake up"

That sudden voice reached his ears and as Julius kept his eyes closed he let out a groan. Julius was far too tired and all he wished to do was sleep on.

"time to get up Juli-kins"

A chill ran down his spine and It was at that moment he recognized that very voice. There was only one person that called him that and this very person was somebody he dreaded. His eye immediately jolted open and began to twitch suddenly in sheer and utter disbelief "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god,Oh god, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god" Julius repeated as he stared up at a nurse that sat on the side of his bed. His body moved on its own and immediately he rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with a great thud. Fatigue was really great but the severity of the situation was so ridiculously dangerous that Julius had to act. "YOU! WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING HERE DEVIL WOMAN?!" Julius yelled in fright as he pointed his shaky finger at her.

"come now Juli-kins, you shouldn't really swear in a hospital"

Julius began to sweat as he took a step back. Even though the situation was dire, she did have a point and he really should not be swearing in the hospital "All right then...what the puck are you doing here? you damn pitch, I thought you were lucking fired from being a nurse. We both darn well know that you are a ditty nurse you dastard" Julius said. Of course the best option for him was to quit swearing but that was such a hard for him...heck it was a miracle that he was able to substitute each swear. "Those memories...those bucking memories" Julius said as he stood there in sheer fear as he stared at the blushing woman across the bed.

"oh stop Juli...your making me blush" The nurse said as she rose to her feet. "Now be a good boy and get back on the bed....I'll take real good care of you" the nurse said licking her lip

The way she creepily said that and the licking of the lips settled it for Julius. "I'm tucking out of here you psycho ditch" Julius yelled as he rushed out with his belongings and began to run while changing as he ran.

"QUICK WE HAVE AN ESCAPING PATIENT LOOKING TO ESCAPE!" yelled the nurse as she ran after him

"WHAT THE CLUCKING HELL?! YOU'VE GOTTA BE POOPING ME, STOP TREATING THIS LIKE A MUCKING CRIMINAL ESCAPE YOU BEAVER DAM ITCH" Julius yelled as he ran ahead towards the exit. To his dismay the other people working at the hospital actually listened to her an attempted to block the exit so Julius acted fast "QUICK THERE IS A DYING PATIENT OVER THERE" Julius yelled as he pointed at a random direction. In an unbelievable twist to even him the lie actually worked and they all turned their attention towards the place he pointed at. Seizing the chance, Julius immediately escaped through the exit. "Make sure to bill the Menon family!" Julius yelled back at them as he ran outside with a sigh.

Soon enough Julius called for a taxi and was off to the campsite. As he sat in the taxi he realized just what had happened to his body as he sat there. His body had some bandages all around, covering some minor burns that he received from saving Aislin and sure enough the fatigue he felt was killer. After the situation he found it quite difficult to even breath and though it took a while Julius managed to calm his breathing. he definitely needed to be more careful and needed to calm down otherwise he would have found himself in an early grave. Eventually he reached his destination and walked out.