Caius Blacksmith's Story

Arella sat on the bus keeping to herself the entire ride to Lawton Wood Summer Camp. This was going to be the first time she had ever attended one and she could already tell she may not like it in the end. After all, she didn't know anyone who was going to be there, at least from who she could tell was on the bus. The red head just wished her grandmother didn't force her parents to have her go to this stupid camp. Arella had better plans for the summer then spending it with bratty teenagers she didn't even know.
Once the bus arrived at the camp she climbed off following the other teens. The young female looked up at the wooden sign with the words Lawton Camp and let out a frustrating sigh as she slung her backpack over her left shoulder. The female took a deep breath before making her way under the sign and officially onto the camp ground.

Caius spent the entire bus ride doing three things. Listening to his I-Pod, chewing gum, and staring blankly out the window. In the back of his mind he still couldn't believe that this was happening. He could have been practicing with his band, getting somewhere with what he wanted his career to be. But instead he had to spend the entire summer trapped in camp with people he didn't even know, or really want to get to know. His parents were only making him go because they thought he should make some friends, that he spent too much time focusing on music. Well at least he had something he loved to focus on, unlike them. They were trying to make him go their route, barely getting enough money to get by, but being safe, consistent. They didn't want him on the roller coaster ride that was being a musician. But that wasn't going to change and they knew that.

When the bus stopped he picked up his guitar case and backpack from the seat next to him, a nice assurance that nobody else would be sitting there, and got off with the rest of the teens. His backpack was heavy, probably due to the entire case of white Ultra Monsters that he had stuffed in there, along with some snacks and candy. Stuff to get him by for the as long as he could. His parents had also given him one of their credit cards, their way of trying to make it up to him, he could buy whatever he wanted from the general store that they had here.

Caius wordlessly helped the adults unload the bus, for the sheer reason that he wanted to get his stuff and get away from all the teens as quickly as possible. Once that was done to grabbed his suitcase and took off into the campgrounds. Hoping that they got their cabin assignments soon. He wanted to explore, find a nice quiet hidden spot that he could call his own, and spend as much of the summer as he possibly could there.

Sweat covered palms, shaking hands, and a rapid heart beat; Lucas was on the edge of a panic attack the entire bus ride there, the commotion of those around him not at all helping the situation. His breathing became uneven as he glanced over at the other camper sitting next to him, typing away on their cellular device, rather slowly in Luke's humble opinion. He couldn't help but think that the stranger was texting someone about him; complaining about having to sit next to such a freak. He turned up the volume on his iPod as loud as it would go, hoping that the loud music would distract him from his own thoughts and the strangers talking loudly around him. "I'm okay," he mouthed quietly to himself, counting to three several times in his head until he began to calm down. He attempted to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling of having someone sitting so closely to him by turning his attention towards the view outside of his window, allowing himself to get lost in his music until the bus came to a sudden halt making his heart beat speed up once again.



His blue eyes found their way back inside the bus, watching frantically as everyone around him began to gather their things and exit the bus. He took a deep breath, but stayed seated until everyone else got off before allowing himself to stand and gather his single bag. He was never a heavy packer, saw no reason to bring more than the necessities when going somewhere, not to mention the fact that he didn't plan on actually staying the entire summer; he would find some way to get sent back home, even if it required scaring the camp counselors into thinking he was psychotic. As soon as he got off the bus it became fairly obvious that everyone was gathering in one specific place; in front of a bulletin board. He slowly made his way over towards it, reaching it when there were only one or two people left searching for their names on the list. His eyes scanned it, quickly searching for any names that began with L, finding several female names before he reached his own, "Lucas Beckett with Caius Blacksmith," he whispered to himself, his future roommate's name rolling off his tongue in what he considered a strange way. He hesitated, taking extra time to stare at the board instead of rushing towards his cabin, out of fear of meeting his roommate and making a bad first impression by mispronouncing his name.

He finally realized that standing in the middle of the camp while everyone else went off in their own directions would make him more of a target than accidentally pissing off some guy by not knowing how to pronounce his name correctly and so he set off for his cabin, admittedly walking slightly slower than usual. He approached the cabin and noticing that the door was already hanging slightly open he went on inside, raising his hand to give a little wave to the person who was unlucky enough to get roomed with him.

Caius made his way over to some board that everyone was gathered around and found that it had their cabin arraignments on it. He searched the list and found his name next to the name Lucas Beckett. The name sounded familiar, but Caius couldn't figure out where from. Well, it was obviously from school, but past that he didn't know. Their cabin was number 13, Caius' lucky number. Not that it made much of a different what cabin number it was, if the one he had to share it with was a nightmare.

He weaved his way through the teenagers, being extra careful not to bump into anyone. Not because he didn't want to be rude, but because he didn't want his guitar abused at all. His friends had jokingly bought him a baby on board sign to hang on his guitar case, it was still in there and he was tempted to put it on. He out of the crowds and into the cabin area without any trouble. People just kind of left him alone, because he didn't respond visibly to bullying.

When he made it to the cabin he opened the door and saw that he was the first one there. He tossed his backpack down on the bed with the window under it, because of his claustrophobia, he was already feeling tense just being in the small space. He hoped his cabin buddy wouldn't mind sleeping with the window or the door open at least partially. Because fresh air definitely helped him calm down. He unpacked all his stuff, keeping it all as confined as possible. He wasn't exactly happy about sharing a small space like this with someone, but he wasn't going to be a jerk about it either.

He was just about to leave so that he could go find his quiet spot when his roommate came in. That's when he remembered where he had heard the name before. Some of the other rockers had been talking about this kid who was really fun to pick on, this guy. He did not see the appeal of picking on someone for being different, but he didn't exactly fight the bullies. He just stayed out of it, being a neutral party. He went over to his cabin mate and held a hand out to him. He may as well get this over with now. "I'm Caius. Lucas right? I've only got two rules that I ask you to follow while were here together. The first is, don't touch my guitar, I don't care what else of my stuff you touch, just not that. And I also have to sleep with a window open because of my claustrophobia."

Those were literally the only two things he asked of Lucas. Other than that, he probably wouldn't see Caius for much. Except for mandatory activities, which he was pretty sure there would be a lot of. Considering what they had been sent to camp because of. How else would the adults get them to interact with each other?

Earbuds in her ears, music turned up as loud as it could possibly go, bare legs crossed with left leg bouncing along to the beat of the music that was playing from her cell phone, the brunette hummed along with the song that was playing. Every now and then she'd get complaints from other kids who were on the bus with her, but she just shrugged them off and continued on with what she was doing. After all, even though she was forced to go to this stupid summer camp, she still had to work on her own music.

Once the bus pulled up to the camp she let out a relieved sigh, happy that she was finally going to be able to get off this stuffy bus and out into the fresh air. The young female pushed through the crowds to get to her things in the back of the bus. Before making her way over towards the room board she checked on Sera, her beautiful red fender guitar. After finding that she was alright, she closed the case and continued making her way towards the board. After scrolling down the list she noticed that she had been the only one in the entire camp who didn't have a roommate. Well at least that is until late comers show up.

The young brunette smiled and shrugged her shoulders as she began making her way through the crowds once more and into cabin fourteen. Leaving the door wide open for the fresh air, she claimed the bed by the window and began unpacking. Once she was finished she pulled Sera out and began strumming the strings as she sang along to the original song she had been working on for the past month.

((ooc: wait... didn't mean to tag everyone. woops, sorry))

Leah glanced around the bus. Most of the teenagers were looking at their phones or sleeping. Leah didn't own a phone, never had. She leaned against the window and looked up at the sky outside. This was as long away from home she had ever been and she felt great. Everyone else on the bus seemed to be dreading the place they were going, but Leah was quite positive about it. No matter what, it couldn't be worse than home.

The bus finally stopped and she tried to get off, but a boy bumped into her. "Watch where you going.. redneck" he hissed before pushing her aside and jumping out of the bus. Was it really that obvious where she was from? Leah followed carefully behind him, trying not to let the words hurt her. He was probably just having a bad day. She briefly helped getting the others luggage out of the bus, then she grabbed her own suitcase and followed the crowd to a bulletin board with names on it. After letting everyone else look first, she finally found her own name. "Leah Anderson and Summer Makinna," she whispered to herself. Summer was a nice name. She wondered if the girl would be nice too.

Leah started to walk, but then realized she didn't know where she was going. The only cabins she could see from here had the numbers 11, 12 and 13 on them. Hers was number 7. She glanced around the camping site. The place was beautiful. She wanted to go find her cabin as soon as possible so she could start exploring the area. She looked around to find someone she could ask for help. There was a big shirtless guy talking to some pretty girl. Then there was another blonde girl not far from them. She didn't want to ask the two people talking. The guy looked a bit intimidating. She decided to ask the blonde girl who was on her own. She looked like someone from the big city and Leah couldn't help feel a little nervous. She took a deep breath and instinctively grabbed the cross she was wearing around her neck. She might hate talking to strangers, but she wasn't gonna let it show. She walked over to the girl who was dressed nicely. Leah couldn't help compare the blondes outfit to her own worn-out dress and old boots. "Do you know where I can find cabin 7?" she asked with her thick Southern accent and smiled.

Layla spent most of the bus ride listening to music and hadn't bothered to look at any of the others on the bus. ''God, I hate buses''she thought and continued looking out the window. there is no way she would have survived the ride without her Ipod. it was the old, but it had served her well.

Once the bus finally arrived at the camp, Layla grabbed her luggage(Mainly just clothes and her back up pair of headphones) and made her way over to the notice board to check her cabin pairings with her headphones still on.She found her name and her cabin pairing ''Raquel Pierce, Wonder what shes like?''. On the way to the cabin, she couldn't help but notice the lake. ''Didn't Know there was a lake here'' she thought. At the cabin Layla took out her headphones and put her Ipod in her bag. Her foster parents wanted her to make loads of friends, but Layla didn't see that happening. ''I wont be here long, it will be over soon. I hope''.


Layla had gotten up early that morning as she had forgotten to pack and she decided to try and get some sleep. The bed in the camp wasn't as uncomfortable as Layla had imagined. ''Maybe I could sleep all through this stupid camp''. . But she couldn't with the sunlight coming in through the window.She decided she had better get acquainted with at some of the others.
''wonder if anyones worth talking to'' she said to herself, as she was leaving the cabin. 'I just hope they don't
ask questions''

Seeing as how it was a beautiful day out, Stevie thought it would be a good idea to go outside and play her acoustic for a little while. She always seemed to enjoy playing her guitar outside, it was nice and calming to her. The young brunette stood up from the bed and walked outside, her red acoustic in hand then sat down on one of the empty benches.

After she made herself comfortable on the bench, she began strumming the guitar in an even pace and began singing along with the tune she was playing. The female glanced over at the notebook she had sitting beside her every now and then, trying to place different lyrics places and switch things around to make the song sound complete.