(I'm starting this since nobody else seems to be )

Missy opened her eyes. She stared up at the wooden ceiling. She smiled. Missy knew that she was at camp now and forever. She thought about things, many dreams swirling through her mind. She sighed and sat up in her top bunk. Her head was far from the ceiling, her being so short.

Missy quietly climbed down the ladder, pulled out her suitcase, then got to work getting ready. Missy pulled out a pair of faded denim shorts, a hot pink tank top, and bright teal converse high tops. She put on a pair of sparkly knee socks, slipped on the shorts and the tanktop, then pulled on her converse.

Missy smiled at her reflection. She noticed her head. It was all messy with her frizzy blonde hair in a pile on top of her head. Missy pulled out a hair brush then started running it through her hair, waiting for everybody else to get up. She waited, the silence starting to bother her.

Levi woke up, rolling out of bed. He jolted up. Okay, that was completly my fault then... Levi thought, seeing as no one else in his room was awake yet. Levi looked outside the window. The sun had just started getting up. I wonder if they'll let me out this early. Probably... Levi thought.

Levi pulled some clothes out of his suitcase. He found what he was looking for. His usual black shirt, jeans, and a pair of black socks. He didn't know why he usually wore black socks, he just did. He got dressed and threw his shoes and jacket on. He checked his jacket pockets for his things. Small flashlight, flash drive, mp3. Just a few starting day things he felt naked without. Especially the flashlight. Never know when that's gonna come in handy.

Levi walked outside looking for other signs of life. Not seeing anyone else up, he started walking towards the track.

A girl in a hoodie, a messenger cap on her head, stepped out of the taxi with a soft sigh. The cabins loomed in front of her and the trees all around caused a mysterious shaded pattern on the asphalt that changed some with the wind. She turned to the open backseat door, pulling out her huge backpack and lugging it onto her shoulders. It was a jaded green, worn and old like all her things. She sighed softly, turning and shutting the door on the cab. The driver lurched the old towncar into movement and in seconds he was turned around, driving down the long driveway and finally turning onto the road, out of sight. With a sigh she turned back to the camp, sighing softly as she slowly trudged up to the front office. She took careful steps up to the first cabin, looking until she found a door with a sign that said 'Office.' She went up to the door and turned the knob, then slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the office. Pale walls and potted plants, long with multiple folding chairs, all of the chairs empty. In front of her the room was devided by a desk that stretched from one wall to the other, a prim secretary sitting behind it. She asked for the girls name expectantly.

"Marion Whitmoore." The girl spoke in a dreamy voice, pronouncing the 'R' the hispanic way, in a rolling 'D' sound. She waited patiently as the secretary typed into her computer, clicked, backspaced, typed again. Finally the lady hit enter, and the printer on the desk began to whir. Marion fidgeted slightly as she waited, patience wasnt a problem, but the machinery in here was uncomfortable. She sighed, turning and looking out the window. It was a view of the empty driveway, and beyond it the small bit of road in the window between the numerous trees. She sighed softly as the lady stapled the papers from the printer together and handed them to Marion, circling a line on the bottom of the firstpage with a highlighter.

"Sign." Marion took a pen from the cup on the desk and signed her name. Her handwriting was big and loopy, a lot like herself, she thought. With a soft sigh she put the pen back in the cup and looked to the secretary. She just motioned with her hand for Marion to go, so she did just that. Marion turned and stepped outside, letting the door swing closed behind her. She walked a ways then stopped by a tree, leaning against it to study the papers. Room 22, girls dorm. Her roommate was Seline Silverson, fourteen years old. She turned the page. A form with a list of classes, with instructions to choose the optional ones and then return it to the office. Last page. A list of rules and regulations. Marion sighed, skipping these altogether. She stuffed the papers into her backpack with some difficulty, then stood and turned back to the buildings. It took her a while, but finally she found the dorms. She smiled slightly, going inside. She walked down the hall until she came to room 22. She braced herself with a deep breath and opened the door.

(( OK GUYS PLEASE STOP POSTING!!!, the reason no one had started this thing Junebaby cause no was asked too! I never said we could start so please no one post no more in this tell I say we can!!!!!))

I say we start, Nobody else is going to come ;) (well, not really I just want to start!) plz plz plz plz???

(yea sure why not :D)

Renesalie got up the stairs and went to the dorm leader. She smiled and waved "Hey! im Renesalie,Witch room do I have?" The lady smiled at her then said.
"Your room is over here,follow me" Renesalie picked her bags up and smiled. So then she was up at her room. She smiled as the lady gave her a key. Then the lady said.
"My name is Lizzie if you have any thing you wanna ask then please ask, I am the girls leader, So if there is anything you need to ask go ahead and ask"

Renesalie smiled and said "Nice to meet you Lizzie" She smiled then put then put the key in the lock. She opened the door then put her stuff on the bottom bunk. She looked out the window then saw the desks. Then there were two closets. She picked on closet to the window and set up the fake wall that was blue and purple. She opened the closet and started unpacking her stuff. After she was done she walked out of her room leaving her books still on her bed.

She walked out to Lizzie then said "What are my classes?" Lizzie smiled then gave her a list. Renesalie looked over it and saw that she had free block first then second block she had archery then break then she had out door gym well track and field then another break then she had first aid,then lunch and after lunch she had sword fighting. She smiled then waited tell other people came to say hello.

(Ignore the posts above :D RP starts now!!!)

Devin stepped out from his old car, looked around and thought to himself "Shit, I'm late again, 12:30" He had on the usual Marines shirt, and black track pants. As he stepped into his dorm he noticed someother guy there too. Devin thought to himself "Looks like we got ourselves a fuckin roommate". Devin was headed to his gym glass, when he saw some girls here. "Oh shit man, we got girls at this camp?" he thought to himself. As he was thinking, one of the girls yelled out "Yes we have girls here!". He yelled back, "Did you just read my mind?". She walked over to him, and said "Why yes I did, and hello, my name's Missy!". "Well hello, I'm Devin". They shook hands, and she asked, "What class do you have?" "Uhhhhhh, oh yea... "Gym!, so do I!" she interuppted. "Well then, you wanna walk to class with me, I don't really know anyone else here?" "Sure!" she said. Devin thought to himself "Damn, 10 minutes and I already got a friend!".

(umm I am very confused Junebaby has not posted yet........The posts above as I said were supossed to be ignored D:)

A girl in a hoodie, a messenger cap on her head, stepped out of the taxi with a soft sigh. The cabins loomed in front of her and the trees all around caused a mysterious shaded pattern on the asphalt that changed some with the wind. She turned to the open backseat door, pulling out her huge backpack and lugging it onto her shoulders. It was a jaded green, worn and old like all her things. She sighed softly, turning and shutting the door on the cab. The driver lurched the old towncar into movement and in seconds he was turned around, driving down the long driveway and finally turning onto the road, out of sight. With a sigh she turned back to the camp, sighing softly as she slowly trudged up to the front office. She took careful steps up to the first cabin, looking until she found a door with a sign that said 'Office.' She went up to the door and turned the knob, then slowly pushed the door open and stepped into the office. Pale walls and potted plants, long with multiple folding chairs, all of the chairs empty. In front of her the room was devided by a desk that stretched from one wall to the other, a prim secretary sitting behind it. She asked for the girls name expectantly.

"Marion Whitmoore." The girl spoke in a dreamy voice, pronouncing the 'R' the hispanic way, in a rolling 'D' sound. She waited patiently as the secretary typed into her computer, clicked, backspaced, typed again. Finally the lady hit enter, and the printer on the desk began to whir. Marion fidgeted slightly as she waited, patience wasnt a problem, but the machinery in here was uncomfortable. She sighed, turning and looking out the window. It was a view of the empty driveway, and beyond it the small bit of road in the window between the numerous trees. She sighed softly as the lady stapled the papers from the printer together and handed them to Marion, circling a line on the bottom of the firstpage with a highlighter.

"Sign." Marion took a pen from the cup on the desk and signed her name. Her handwriting was big and loopy, a lot like herself, she thought. With a soft sigh she put the pen back in the cup and looked to the secretary. She just motioned with her hand for Marion to go, so she did just that. Marion turned and stepped outside, letting the door swing closed behind her. She walked a ways then stopped by a tree, leaning against it to study the papers. Room 22, girls dorm. Her roommate was Seline Silverson, fourteen years old. She turned the page. A form with a list of classes, with instructions to choose the optional ones and then return it to the office. Last page. A list of rules and regulations. Marion sighed, skipping these altogether. She stuffed the papers into her backpack with some difficulty, then stood and turned back to the buildings. It took her a while, but finally she found the dorms. She smiled slightly, going inside. She walked down the hall until she came to room 22. She braced herself with a deep breath and opened the door.

maybe she's off for the night like me, see y'all tommorow

(sorry. Didn't realize we started.)

Missy opened her eyes. She stared up at the wooden ceiling. She smiled. Missy knew that she was at camp now and forever. She thought about things, many dreams swirling through her mind. She sighed and sat up in her top bunk. Her head was far from the ceiling, her being so short.

Missy quietly climbed down the ladder, pulled out her suitcase, then got to work getting ready. Missy pulled out a pair of faded denim shorts, a hot pink tank top, and bright teal converse high tops. She put on a pair of sparkly knee socks, slipped on the shorts and the tanktop, then pulled on her converse.

Missy smiled at her reflection. She noticed her head. It was all messy with her frizzy blonde hair in a pile on top of her head. Missy pulled out a hair brush then started running it through her hair, waiting for everybody else to get up. She waited, the silence starting to bother her. She walked out of her room. She trotted to the gym. While Missy was there, a boy's thoughts interrupted hers. "There are girls here?!" It said. She looked around. She found a guy walking alog. "YES THERE ARE GIRLS HERE!!!" She screamed. Missy trotted over. "Did you just read my mind?" The boy asked. "Why, yes I did. And by the way, I'm Missy. How ya doing? Good. Okay." Missy smiled big. "Well hello, I'm Devin." Said the boy. "I knew that." Missy said to him. "So what class do you have next?" She asked him. "Well..umm..." The boy muttered. "GYM? Oh my god, me too! Okay." Missy said, again interrupting him. "Well then, you wanna walk to class with me, I don't really know anyone else here?" Devin said. Missy smiled er mega wat perfect smile. "Sure!" She Did a back hand spring to the gym and stopped in front of Devin."LETS GO!" She shouted, almost like a cheerleader.

(kay see ya tomorrow)

Renesalie looked around there was a few people here already. But then Renesalie ran her fingers through her hair then went to the grand piano in the main office area. She started playing with her fingers going all over the keys playing with a soft sound filling the air. She was pretty happy so the sound of the piano was a faster but soft sound. She was known as the best player in her country. She has never known if she was better then the rest of the world cause she had never went to a big competition before only a country one with people from all over the country. She was the winner of it. She had only loved playing the piano she never cared for the money although her parents had taken it from her.

(ooc:Please guys, when not in character either do an (ooc: ) or (( )), Its hard when you dont.)

Lina hopped out of her mud covered jeep and took a deep breath. The air seemed damp like it might rain but she didn't care. She was wearing dark cargo shorts and a black loose fitting tee shirt. Her hair was tucked up into a black stocking cap and her eyes shone as she took in the sight of the camp. Lina gabbed her bags and started dragging them to the office where she would, hopefully get a room. A lady with a bright smile greeted her. "Hello! Oh i'm sorry, I am the girl counselor, the boys is-" She trailed off when Lina pulled off her hat and put her hands on her hips. "My mistake." The lasy said quickly. Lina rolled her eyes and leaned over the counter and looked at a picture. "Cute kid." She pointed to a small boy and the girl smiled. "He is my nephew. I'm Lizzie by the way." Lina leaned back from the counter and popped a piece of gum into her mouth. "Lina Loch." Her arms were lifted behind her head, looking laid-back. Lina's accent was heavy and some would say intimidating. Lina always replied, "You should meet my father." Lizzie stood up and grabbed a clipboard. "Right this way." Lina nodded and followed the counselor to the girl cabins. Lina got room 26. "Here you are." Lizzie said akwardly. Lina just looked at her. "Okay then. Your classes are Archery, break, swimming, break, track and field, break, and swordfighting. Bye." Lizzie left it at that and Lina stepped into her room. She tossed her bags to the side and pulled herself onto the top bunk, without using the ladder there. "This is awesome!" Lina plopped backwards onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. She had a feeling that she was going to like it at Camp lunar. Lina blended in with her surroundings with the hopes to scare any person who dared to enter. After a few minutes she got bored and hopped down. "Oh well, lets go check out the grounds!" Lina took off her shirt. She was wearing only a swimsuit top, her baggy cargo shorts and she was barefoot. She also had an assortment of bracelets on and a sharktooth necklace. She felt comfortable this way and planned to keep it this way. Here at camp, Lina planned to do whatever she wanted.

Casper had spent the morning arguing about taking his bike, he won. If he was going to go to this camp he was going to go with him motorbike whether his mother, counselors or any one agreed or not. It was a custom made bike and had a large bird expertly crafted by himself on the front, like old ships had mermaids or dragons. His skin seemed a bit pale in contrast to the dark brown and blue layered shirts he wore over his torn jeans. He didn't bring very many clothes and didn't bother to brush his hair. He found that he liked it a bit messy, like everything else he owned. His bag was full of wielding material, woodwork, blueprints and a sketch pad, along with numerous other engineering materials.
He had actually arrived early, not like him, but considering he had to sneak out to get his bike before his mother had the chance to call his probation officer. He sat with his legs crossed leaning against his bike so that no one could see him and lit a marlboro. The sweet smoke made his head ache vanish and he fell asleep in the parking lot as the other arrived. When the sun began to shine a bit more over the morning fog he began to stir. Looking over his bike he saw a couple of people had already arrived in his sleep. He lifted himself and then his bag with a huff of defiance. 'Will this place be worth it?' he thought to himself. Regardless of knowing the answer or not he headed to the office.
"Casper Sea" he said with a tone that conveyed his 'i don't want to chat' air. He gave this to pretty much everyone he came across. The man behind the desk typed his name into the computer and told him his room and classes. Casper wrote 'rm 25, swim, arch, trck, sword fighting' on his sketch book cover, writing sword fighting out because it was his favorite. He took his key and went to find his room.

Renesalie watched as others kept coming. Since today was her first day here she had the whole day off. So she sat at the piano playing a faster tempo song. It was one of her favorites. Itwas her own. She had always played it. You could probaly hear the piano through out the dorm rooms. But no one should of mind. Cause her music normally spoke to others. It was strange but that was all her gift had to offer. Was music that would make people know and understand it. Then the song ended. She then played a song that was one of the easiest songs for her to learn. It was river flows in you. It was one of the first songs she played by ear. She was about 4 when she played river flows in you. She was now wondering when others would come. She had a roommate already. It said that her name was Missy. Well that was what she liked to be called. Renesalie then started playing a sad song. But unlike all the other sad songs it was a pretty sounding one.

Youji walked around the camp with his map in hand, looking for his room. Gah, he thought. Wait...okay...then if this is dorm room 25 then I should go... He looked around and found the route he should take. That way. He grinned slightly. See? English wasn't that hard. He walked over to the dorm. As he did, he walked across one man who honestly scared Youji a bit. The look on his face could kill any good garden, and he reeked of cigarette smoke. W...what a nasty looking person...I should keep my distance from that one...

As he was walking he looked over his schedule. First aid, track and field, archery, and sword fighting. Youji honestly looked forward very much to sword fighting. This may be a very fun experience after all. He smiled. As he made it to the cabin, he took off the headphones he had been listening to up until now. He looked up. Took a deep breath. And went in. He climbed the stairs. Room 25...room 25... He reached it. He opened the door, and the inside wasn't as spacious as he had hoped. It would do, but for two people he had hoped it would be a bit roomier. Well, it didn't matter at this point, so he unloaded his things on the bed and started putting his clothes in the drawers. He wondered who his roommate was. It was a kind of exciting, making new friends, doing fun things. He heard the door open and shut behind him. Youji turned around, and like some kind of prank of the gods, there he stood. The one man Youji came across that he had wanted to avoid the most. He could smell the tobacco the second he entered.

Casper took his time getting to his rooms. It wasn't that hard to find, everything was labeled. Yet here was some weird kid walking around looking at everything like they were written in Latin. The kid looked at him like he was Godzilla, he liked it a bit but kept walking. He stopped before going inside to smoke one last cig. The smoke that floated out of his mouth made him feel like a dragon. He began drawing plans in his head to make a little dragon pet, which reminded him he had to do something about his dove. He put out his Marlboro and walked to his room. Roommates, wonder what poor sap got stuck with me. He opened the door and saw Godzilla unpacking. He lowered his head to hide the smirk he had out of the irony. He threw his things into his closet and didn't bother to unload anything but his sketch book. He began sketching his dragon idea and planning out the material.

He couldn't resist messing with this guy, he just screamed easy. Normally he wouldn't bother but he spoke first. "So Godzilla, where are you from? You obviously got lost pretty easily." He spoke with an air of dominance, he would be the alpha male in this place and he was going to make it known. He shut his sketch book and looked over at him with his dark circled eyes that made you want to run away for no reason but trapped you at the same time.

Youji heard the roommate speak first. "So Godzilla, where are you from? You obviously got lost pretty easily." Youji's english wasn't that great yet, but from what he could tell, he asked where Youji had come from, and that the person had lost his Godzilla.

"M-my name is Youji. Nice to meet you." He stumbled over his words, trying to hide his accent and failing horribly. "I come from Japan, so my English, not so good." He said as he held his arms in an 'x' to show it was supposed to be a negative. "And I am so sorry for you losing Godzilla toy. Maybe I help you look for it?" He's being very sincere at this point. He looked around the room searching for a lost toy. Well this is nice... Youji thought to himself. He may seem like a scary person, but he actually may be pretty decent. He then caught himself. He stood back up and looked back at his mysterious roommate. "I-I'm so sorry!" He apologized worriedly. "I did not give chance to properly introduce yourself! Please, what is your name?"

Casper couldn't help but look at his roommate dumb founded when he said his name. He played with is pronunciation in his head. He had actually loved the idea of japan, they were far ahead of the u.s. in technology and he thought he could get some great ideas from them. When Youji put his arms in the form of an X he thought about the anime he used to watch on his laptop, but in person the motion looked a bit goofy. He suddenly felt a bit bad for Youji. When Youji mumbled, "And I am so sorry for you losing Godzilla toy. Maybe I help you look for it?". OK, this kid is officially sad. He wouldn't even understand an insult if it were my middle finger. "I-I'm so sorry!" He apologized worriedly. "I did not give chance to properly introduce yourself! Please, what is your name?" Casper raised and eye brow and shook his head in disbelief. He thought he was this kids worse nightmare but he was Casper's. The one person in the whole camp he wouldn't be able to intimidate because the guy wouldn't understand. He rubbed his forehead,I need another smoke. "Names Casper." He makes a gestures to help in translation. "And me have no Godzilla." He winked at the kid just to confuse him. He stood grabbed his sketch pad and left the room. If the guy wasn't going to understand english he better understand that I'm no babysitter. He had heard music being played for a good while and figured he may as well enjoy it while he finished the blueprints for his dragon. He saw a girl at the piano and he sat on the opposite side of the room and began sketching.

Youji's new friend had introduced himself. "Name's Casper. And me have no Godzilla." He said this last part with strange hand gestures. Youji was slightly confused. I guess my English definitely isn't so good yet... But what really confused Youji was the wink he gave him. Interesting... Youji thought. Maybe it's some American gesture...? He wanted to try keep up the conversation to practice. "Casper! You mean like--" But before he could continue Casper got up and left. "...ghost...?" I guess he's a little upset about something? But that was okay. He felt he somehow connected. However slightly. He decided to unload some of the books he had. One he found particular interest in. They were all in Japanese of course. But he brought out what would say in English, "Dictionary of Modern Gestures". Spending so much time on the internet, he wasn't the most socially gifted.

He quickly got out his black and blue striped jacket, and put it on. Putting his headphones back on, and blasting the music, he walked out as well, reading his book. He walked for a while, and started hearing music. Well, music aside from the ones blaring from his headphones. He turned off the music, and removed the headphones,hearing clearly some beautiful piano music. Youji smiled. This camp is definitely going to be very fun. Youji decided to keep walking and reading, but listening to the serene sounds all the while, as he strolled around the court yard.

Devin Walked into the gym very confused, with a girl he met just moments earleir by the name of Missy. He thought to himself "Whoa, theis it the gym, where are the weights?" (Devin had never been to a gym without weights). He slowed down a little, and asked "Hey Missy, where are all the machines?". "It's a school silly, there are no machines!". "Well then, what the hell do we do in here?". "We play sports, DUH?" she replied. "Oh, sorry. I've never been in a school before" he said, feeling rather stupid.

He walked into the locker room, looked around and said to himself "Whoa, this place is bigger than the f***ing White House!" He quickly took of his shirt, Flexed a little in front of the mirror, smiled and thought "Little bigger than last time." He heard footsteps, then quickly changed into his usual gym apparell, a white beater, and black shorts. A few other boys walked in without a word, and Devin quickly and silently left the room as soon as the last other boy walked in questioning just where the school got all of their money, but he couldn't get that girl, Missy, out of his head.

Ryan entered the campsite smoking a cigarette, he was wearing baggy jeans, a white thirt and a grey hoodie. He stopped, looked at the cabin and sighed. This.is.shit he thought to himself. He strutted to the office and looked at a woman, she started speaking to him "Hello, welcome to Camp Lunar for the Gifted! How may I help you?" Christian stared at her blankly. "Well...What's your name?" she said enthusiasticly, Christian didn't say anything. With his right hand he slowly went to the ear and took his earphone out. The woman blushed as she was embarassed that he couldn't hear a thing. Christian scoffed and said in an unfriendly tone "what did you say?", she said hesitantly trying to force a smile "What is your name?", "well what's your name?" he replied cheekily, "My name is Lizzie, welcome to Camp Lunar fo-" she was interrupted by Ryan, "Alright Lizzie, let's keep this simple ok? I don't want to be here, I'm pretty sure you won't want me here either so let's keep it short, Ryan Anderson, give me my key" he said this with no emotion. Lizzie was shocked, "I'm sorry what was your name?" Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes, he put slammed his hands on the desk and said "Ryan...Anderson, I understand your job must be very difficult" he said sarcastically. She quickly entered his name, gave him his room number and lessons and key. She just wanted him out of the office, the smell of the cigarette was horrible but she didn't have the confidence to ask him to put it out.

Ryan was walking around the camp site and he was fiddling with the keys. 'Room 20, gym, break, swimming, break, track and field, break, sword fighting' he muttered to himself. what a load of crap. On his way to his room he saw a girl coming out of the girls dorm. 'there are girls here huh' he smirked to himself. 'this could be interesting', the girl was wearing swimsuit top, her baggy cargo shorts 'she'll do'. He strutted over to her and smiled charmingly "I'm Ryan, Ryan Anderson" her eyes were beautiful he couldn't stop looking at them, "what's your name sweetcheeks?".

Missy skipped off with devin and into the gym. She hummed a tune. Then Devin spoke. "Hey Missy, where are all the machines?" He said to her. "It's a school silly, there are no machines!" She replied happily. "Well then, what the hell do we do in here?"
"We play sports, DUH?"
"Oh, sorry. I've never been in a school before" He finished, walking to the locker room. Missy cartwheeled to the girls locker room. She was the first one there. She smiled and changed into a bright yellow tank top and little orange shorts that say "HYPER" in glittery yellow letter across the butt. She put on a pair of sneakers that were totally white and used an orange headband to pull back her hair. She split her hair into pigtails and skipped out of the locker room. She did another cartwheel.

Lina put her hands on her hips and looked at Ryan. "Carolina Loch. Call me Lina." She crossed her arms at the sweetcheeks comment, but smiled too. She stretched her arms up in the air and yawned. "How you doin'?" She smiled. She looked around the camp and sighed. "Damn, this place looks like it runs on rules." She chuckled. "Oh well, that makes them more fun to break!" She looked back at Ryan. "So, Ryan, Why are you here? What's your special talent?"