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Alicia Morales

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man."

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a character in “Something Like Fate”, originally authored by JacksColdSweat, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” }
-Friedrich Nietzche
A Girl, a Boy, and a Graveyard || Angeles || Another Day in Paradise || Below My Feet || Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene || Oye Mamacita

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|{Full Name}|
Alicia Lupe Morales
|{Nickname}|
Alice, Ali, Lupe (by family)
|{Birthday}|
November 14
|{Age}|
17
|{Ethnicity}|
50% Mexican||20% French||30% Spanish
|{Sexuality}|
Bisexual
|{Year at Camp}|
Fourth Year




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{"Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?” }
-Edgar Allan Poe

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|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
▪Tends to make strange facial expressions when she's drawing.
▪Incessant tapping of fingers when she's concentrating.
▪Snaps when she's trying to think of a word or something is escaping her mind.
▪Chews on the back of her pencils and pens.
▪Lightly slaps her cheeks when she's falling asleep and wants to stay awake.

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Confident
Intelligent
Artistic Talent
Not Easily Deterred
Honest

|{Flaws || Weakness}|

Occasionally Makes Unintentionally Demeaning Comments
Stubborn
Overly Blunt
Unsympathetic and Empathetic
Pessimistic

|{Hobbies}|
Art/Sketching/Painting
Jogging (It Helps Clear Her Mind)
Writing Short Stories
Bird Watching
Calligraphy
Creating Ambigrams

|{Fears}|

øCreepy Dollsø
øLa Brujaø
øBeing Alone in the Darkø

|{Secrets}|
Enjoys Slam Poetry
Is actually considering going into art as a career some day.

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{"Our dying words will be exaggerations of what we said and what we did.” }
-Tomas Kalnoky




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|{Personality}|
Alicia is a fairly harsh person. She doesn't really believe in forgiveness or second chances. To her, people never change. She's used to having it rough, and doesn't particularly get along with people who don't know how good they have it. That being said, she's not particularly shy about expressing her dislike for a person. She's not the kind to purposely try to make life hell for anybody, but she certainly won't pretend to get along with them. She's not a fan of pretending. Her honesty can be a good trait, but she's also been too blunt in situations where it's backfired.
Not one for dwelling on emotions too long, she's not an ideal person to go to for help. She's a good listener, but that's about it. Advice? Words of comfort? Forget about it. She's brusque, a no-nonsense kind of person, and certainly not very empathetic.
Her inability to connect with people has also led to her outcast status. She isn't tormented, just...ignored. She recognizes that she really only has herself to blame for it. She's a little antisocial, much preferring the company of her sketchbooks and the trees to other people. But that's okay. Other people often prefer the company of other people than her company, so it all works out in the end for her.
Alicia is terribly stubborn and incredibly headstrong. She doesn't back down from an argument when she thinks she's right. If she's been proven wrong though, she'll gracefully back down, but it's unlikely she'll apologize. She's not a big fan of apologies, and there's little she dislikes more than people who throw around the word "sorry." She's a firm believer that if she's ever going to apologize, it's going to be for something worthwhile.
She's typically a quiet person, only speaking when she has something to say. She doesn't approach other people, and her standoffish demeanor often deters others from approaching her. She has a few acquaintances here and there, but not anyone that she can really call a friend. She'd like one though. A friend would be nice, she's just not really down with the effort needed to create that friendship. So she's content with long nature walks by herself and sitting away from the group to work on her art.




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{"Nothing is so common as the desire to be remarkable.” }
-William Shakespeare



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|{Likes}|

the smell of dew in the morningfoggy daysraincharcoalwide open clearings in the middle of forestsart of all kindsthe smell of pine




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{"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.” }
-Douglas Adams



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insectsdark chocolatechicken souplima beanssummer and heatheavy sunthe darkness




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{"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.” }
-William Shakespeare

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|{Place of Origin}|
Arizona
|{History}|
Alicia was born in Arizona, as was her father. Her mother, however, was an illegal immigrant from Mexico. She got incredibly lucky when she met Alicia's father, a Spanish-speaking man himself due to his heritage, and fell in love with him. They married and she was granted a visa. Both, however, were still very poor and fought to make ends meet every day. When Alicia was born, it put an incredible strain on their household. With both parents working long hours, Alicia never really interacted with them much when she was younger. She still loved her parents of course, she just didn't feel like they had the kind of bond they should have had. Still, she appreciated everything they did for her, and as soon as she was old enough, she got a job herself to help with expenses. When she was thirteen, her parents had another child in the form of her baby sister. That was the year they started sending her to camp. She understood, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. And while she knew she would be a hindrance at home, she still wanted to be a part of raising her sister.
As a child in school, Alicia wasn't a very sociable child. Growing up in a Spanish speaking household, she didn't actually learn English fully until the beginning of first grade. Even now Spanish still comes a little more naturally than English.
Because she was a part of a long-running school system, when she failed to make friends in first grade, she never really had the chance to ingratiate herself into any groups from there on out. Plus, she was always a little shy, which didn't make anything easier on her. Eventually, she gave up trying to make friends. She would people come to her if they wanted, but she wasn't about to go groveling to them.
She discovered her sexuality in seventh grade, when she had the biggest crush on the girl who sat in front of her in science class. Despite having always assumed she was straight, she soon began to realize she was capable of more than just platonic feelings towards other females.
It was a full two years before she came out to her parents. Being from a strongly religious background, it was understandable why she might have been worried. And she was right to be. Her parents didn't take it well. They didn't disown her or anything of the sort, but to this day they remain convinced she's just going through a phase. She doesn't have the heart to tell them it hurts her every time they mention something like that. Lately, she's even begun to lose faith in the Church because of it. She's officially labeled herself agnostic, though she isn't quite sure exactly what she is.
|{Family Tree : People of Importance}|
Maria-Isabel Morales, Mother
Julio Morales, Father
Trina Morales, Sister
|{Happiest Memory}|
The day her sister was born.
|{Saddest Memory}|
The day she came out to her parents.




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{"The impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.” }
-Douglas Adams




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She's trying to raise enough money to go to college in New York.
Highly superstitious.
When she can't think of a word in English, she'll say it in Spanish, leading her to speak "Spanglish" on a semi-regular basis.




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Character Dialogue || #a2b0af

Face Claim || Angèlica Celaya

So begins...

Alicia Morales's Story

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Character Portrait: Cassandra Bennett Character Portrait: Alicia Morales Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Sophia Stanford Character Portrait: Ashleigh Smythe Character Portrait: Liam Woods
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93 Degrees Fahrenheit | 33.889 Degrees Celsius
Sunday, April 4th, 2014 7:22 AM

A trumpet sounded from a distance, loud and melodic in its usual 'To The Colors' anthem as scouts rose the American flag into the clear blue skies. Everyone had a part to play; dining halls had to be swept, mopped and pristine dinnerware were acquired to be displayed orderly, every watercraft were pulled out from its position in the shed and were instead lined up beside Lake Fairfield according to their size and shape, washrooms were scrubbed clean as expected, varies workshops had each booth displayed out into campgrounds, the cabins were to be dusted, cleaned, and assigned to the appropriate campers that were soon to arrive, and lastly every staff member put on their best smiles for these campers. A year had past since they had last seen them, and now they were determined as ever, hoping that these last five months would be spent in true enjoyment at Merrie Woode summer camp.




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Summer Camp. The words took a dreadful outlook upon Judith. Five month of pure horror with other campers she knew ever since she first attended Merrie Woode; others who inconspicuously tried to make her life a living hell more so than it already had been since the death of Jamie last year, her life little by little was beginning to accumulate all things suffering. Course she tried to look at the positive side, but it was difficult. Besides, who would be around to make sure she never forgotten her inhaler? Surely the others wouldn't. Half never even spoken a hundred words to her let alone acknowledged her appearance. She was only a forgotten soul at the center of earth; a mystery amongst various insights. Though, she never cared. Whatever the others thought, it was theirs to observe. No comment needed.

She leaned her head against the car window, watching as the scenery zip by, a tableau of dark green fir trees, bright rays from the sun reflecting off of the cars, and clear blue skies from above. "Beautiful? Isn't it?" her father took casual glances in the back towards her.

"Every year." She smiled vaguely.

Her father chuckled and flicked on the radio; turning it to the classical station. Judith heard the first few bars of Yiruma's River Flows In You, which was the very piece she was supposed to be working on while at camp before her Julliard audition in September. She felt some kind of cosmic coincidence. She began to concentrate on the notes, imagining herself playing, feeling grateful for this chance to practice, happy to be cool in a car with her melody and her family. She closed her eyes.

"Em? Em, honey, wake up." Someone softly shook at her shoulder. Alarmed, Judith jerked awake. It was her mother."We're here." she said.

Judith looked passed her and fair enough she spotted the sign declaring it to have been Merrie Woode. "Right." she rubbed at her eyes before grabbing her two luggages, hopped out the car, and shutting the door behind her at the same time her father met her with a duffel bag that withheld all her necessities. He took one look at his daughter, his Judy, and pulled her into a hug. "You have fun, okay? Jamie may not be here, but she's always watching over you."

The sound of Jamie's name only made Judith clutch her father even closer. "I will. You know I always will."

A minute passed. Two. Then, her father released her. She turned to her mother, and instantly she was embraced. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, mom." Then, she let go; slinging the duffel bag over her shoulder she managed to roll her luggage down the rugged concrete. Halfway toward a staff member that awaited her, she turned around- her hair whipping at her face- and looked at her parents. They were standing with arms linked over each other as they looked back at their little girl. They knew that she would only be away for the summer, but it was as if they weren't enjoying the thought of her leaving. Josephine raised a hand in goodbye, before walking down a little stone path lined with dark hedges and met face to-face with a tall, balding man, "Miss Ahlström! Welcome back. " He said casually, smiling warmly. "You may remember me as Michael McDonnell, founder of Merrie Woode. Anyhow, here's your schedule," He handed her a paper filled with useful information. Then, he pointed in the direction of her cabin.

Cabin 4: Gray Whales.

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Character Portrait: Judith Ahlström Character Portrait: Alicia Morales Character Portrait: Elias Addiks Character Portrait: Colton Nobel
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"Ja, mam, ik weet het. Ik zal voor mezelf zorgen. Maak je geen zorgen. Nee, ik heb niet de auto nog gesloopt. Moeder. Ja, oke, ik hou ook van jou. Tot ziens in vijf maanden. Okay, bye."
Yes, mom, I know. I'll take care of myself. Don't worry. No, I haven't wrecked the car yet. Mom. Yes, okay, I love you too. See you in five months. Okay, bye.


With a quick flick of his wrist, Elias placed his phone back in the cup carrier, and, with only a slight rolling of his eyes at his mother's babbling, turned up the music in his car a little louder. The car, an old hunk of metal from the dinosaur ages with a faded blue paint job, had been a gift from his mother for his graduation. It was an utter piece of shit, but he didn't love it any less for it. As his mother said, it gave it character.

The summer camp was only about four or so hours from their house, so Eli had been given official permission for the first time to take it somewhere other than the grocery store. The whole thing was a fairly exciting event. It was a little bit sad too. This would be his last year attending the camp as a camper. He honestly couldn't see himself returning from university to spend some more time in this old place. He wouldn't mind coming back as a counselor one year, he supposed, but it all really depended on the college he decided on. Some of his acceptances were close to home. Others were practically cross-country. The thing was, he still wasn't really what he wanted to do. And the imminent future was beginning to frighten him. But that's where the camp came in. If this was going to be his last year, damn it all if he wasn't going to make it count.

One of his hands pulled away from the steering wheel to fiddle with the pendant on the thin silver chain hung around his neck. It was something of a good luck charm to him, though he wasn't clear exactly how it became that to him, especially considering it was among the last of the things his father ever gave to him. A star with a snake tightly coiled around one of its points. Eli never did learn if there was any significance or symbolism hidden in the pretty trinket. But he supposed it didn't matter now.

He drove for another two and a half hours before he finally got to the camp. Like many of the other campers who were old enough to drive themselves there, he parked in the lot normally reserved for workers, though they tended to make exceptions for some of the older campers. Digging his large duffel bag out of the trunk, he headed out towards the main campgrounds where he was greeted by a familiar face. Over the years, some of the counselors had become friends of his despite the three, or sometimes four year age gaps, and they were always ready for Eli with a grin and and animated greeting. And, of course, the all too familiar pamphlet and cabin assignments.

Bobcats. The names of cabins continued to surprise him every year. Like they wanted to bee outdoorsy and cool, but didn't really know anything about the outdoors and went with what sounded acceptable. He wasn't complaining though. It was summer camp after all. Before heading to his cabin, he decided to check on the meeting grounds people usually gathered around to catch up with everyone. He got there just in time to a see girl walk away from Judith who stood stock still, a strange expression on her face. Anger already pumping through his veins, he started in her direction. He had made a promise to Jamie and he was going to keep it. Or he would have. If he didn't see her soon swarmed by the energetic twins and then quickly caught by Colton, a boy he recognized as her best friend. And that wasn't something he was eager to intrude on. Even if he had promised to take over the big sister--brother-- position, being an only child hadn't really prepped him for anything of the sort, and he didn't want to become too overbearing too fast, something he knew he often had a tendency of doing.

Instead he glanced around at the sea of familiar faces, friends talking to other friends, and a sigh of contentment rushing out of his mouth. There was the smell of pine trees in the air, and the sky was a sight to see. He was getting ready to drop off his bag at his cabin when he felt a presence at his side. Looking down, he saw a stony-eyed girl looking out in the same direction he had been, her eyebrows knit slightly together.

"Hey, Alice," he said, turning his gaze back to the crowded field. "Eli," she replied curtly with a faint nod. And together they surveyed the open grounds of what was going to be their reality for the next five months, her with a sensation of vague trepidation, and him with a sense of peace.














It wasn't a long drive up to the camp, but it wasn't a particularly pleasant one either. Her aunt's sedan was cramped and hot, the air conditioner having been broken for nearly a year now, and her sister had been crawling all over her while her mother talked at her on the phone. "Ya, basta!" Alicia snapped at her sister, only to watch her face crumble and her eyes start to water. Alright, that's enough! "Ay, Dìos," she sighed, quickly moving to stroke the child's hair in an apology. Her mother asked a series of questions on the phone about what had just happened. Oh, god. "Mira, Ma, tengo que ir, pero te llamo pronto, okay? Ya, chao, te quiero. Digale a papi que tambien lo amo. Y le digo a Trina que te llaman mas tarde, bye," she said, almost rapid fire before her mother had a chance to detain her any further. Look, Ma, I have to go, but I'll call you soon, okay? Alright, bye, I love you. Tell Dad I love him too. And I'll tell Trina to call you guys later, bye.

Every summer for the past four years Alicia and her sister had been spending their summer with her aunt in North Carolina. Well, her sister had. Her aunt decided that two children in her house was simply too much to handle and decided to send Alicia to a summer camp that was a mere hour from her house. It was where she had been spending her summers the past four years, despite the fact that she was sure she had mentioned once or twice that it was fairly boring and that she'd much rather spend time with her baby sister. But her aunt paid no attention to her pleas, and so there she was, off to summer camp once more.

Her sister tended to get restless in cars. Being only four and a half, it was understandable, but it didn't make it any less annoying. The first fifteen minutes had been cute. The last fifteen minutes were torture. She almost thanked the stars when the car finally pulled into the camp ground and she had to leave her sister behind in the back seat, strapping her into the booster seat now that she wouldn't be there to hold her.

After pulling her two bags, one a leather satchel with her art supplies and other important things in it, the other with her actual luggage, from the trunk, she waved goodbye to her aunt and sister as they pulled out of the parking lot and away down the highway. Heaving a sigh, she moved, dragging her feet mostly, towards the general initial meeting grounds. Not that she had anyone to meet. Four years she had been attending the damn camp and she still didn't have any really close friends. At least after this year she would only have one year left. Once she graduated, she'd go to some nice school in New York, something affordable but respectable, and she'd never look back. She was hoping to meet some like-minded people in college, people she could actually get along with. But really, she knew the problem wasn't with the people. It was with her, her and her aversion to putting effort into human contact. How could she expect to forge friendships if she wasn't willing to work in the furnace? Not that it mattered.

She checked in with a counselor, who assigned her the cabin she'd be dorming in. Turkey Vultures. Who came up with these names anyways? As far as turkey vultures went, they were definitely not the most elegant of birds. She scoffed as she turned onto the large field where everyone gathered and mingled. Spotting practically the only familiar face she knew that wasn't occupied by other people, she made his way over to his side. After an exchanging of courtesy hellos and a minute had passed, maybe two, she decided not to detain him any further. He was the only source of comfort she had amidst the sea of people, but she didn't want to keep him from any catching up he'd want to do. She headed off to the outskirts of the field instead, setting herself down in some shade and pulling out her sketchbook. Speaking of vultures....
She dug out a broken stick of charcoal from one of her front pockets and set to work.

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Character Portrait: Judith Ahlström Character Portrait: Cassandra Bennett Character Portrait: Alicia Morales Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Sophia Stanford Character Portrait: Ashleigh Smythe
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77 Degrees Fahrenheit | 25 Degrees Celsius
Monday, April 5th, 2014 8:22 AM

So, it's the first day at Merrie-Woode, right? The campers had a chance to reunite with their peers, if new they got a look around camp, and even met with their campmate(s) whom they may or may not like. But that's just life. Now enough with the blah-blah stuff, It's time to start the day off right. The staff at Merrie-Woode have a list of plans for all the fellow campers. Those of who will follow obediently with a smile planted on their faces which indicate the meaning of being a "happy" camper, and there are others who will use their stay at Merrie-Woode as an advantage to only cause chaos. Hint, hint, the staff has their eyes close on three stooges that are known for causing great catastrophes: Elias Addiks, Dylan Negovanlis, Theodore Matthews. With the likes of Cassandra Bennett hoeing around. May these four (delinquents..) be surveillance.

The dining hall is where we lay our scene, each camper are (hopefully) enjoying their breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, potatoes, sausage, and stacks on stacks of pancakes. Since there's only eight minutes left, Mr.McDonnell has decided to make an announcement of who is in what group and with who for our Color War activity, thus giving each of them a map of Merrie-Woode:

"The yellow group includes campers Cassandra Bennett, Hollie Knight, and Charlotte Van Der Deen.

The orange group includes campers Mackenzie Irving, Theodore Matthews, Ben Hartly, and Colton Nobel.

The blue group includes campers Judith Ahlström, Lucas Woods, and Dylan Negovanlis.

The green group includes campers Elias Addicks, Liam Woods, and Ashleigh Smythe.

The red group includes campers Johnathon O'briens, Alicia Morales, and Sophia Stanford.

The purple group Ciana Moore, Brooklyn Harrison, and Kit Grimshaw.

Now attention all campers. Whether or not you like any of your teammates, we are to be respectful and work as a group. Today's color war activity is Capture The Flag. Each team is given at least three riddles that each pertain to where the color of your flag is located. It can be anywhere for example, in the dressers, in the toilet, etcetera. The team who has collected their total of three flags, and report back to the drama station wins. Have fun. And remember to always be a happy camper at Camp Merrie-Woode!"



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Yellow Group

1. Little critters are the worst to deal with. It's a good thing that they're kept outside in the__________.
2. Way down deep in the blue sea, betcha can't find me. Where am I?
3. The ________ is forbidden to all campers.

Orange Group

1. Ben Hartly is well known for ending up in the_______.
2. The _____ ______ is always prohibited to boys.
3. Archery is to field as basketball is to______.

Blue Group

1. I wake up in the morning, put my foot to the floor, and make a fifty-yard dash to the bathroom door for the _______.
2. Vegetables are easy to plant.
3. Never go there at night.

Green Group

1. A place set for three meals daily.
2. Where we meet and sing songs.
3. Feeling tired, well Theodore?

Red Group

1. Black and white ball.
2. Horses. Horses everywhere.
3. Two paddles made for two people.

Purple Group

1. Fire is hazardous, but not for marshmallows.
2. I never seen you before. Go get registered in the _____ ______.
3. Looking for a flag, well there's an even bigger one.

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Character Portrait: Judith Ahlström Character Portrait: Cassandra Bennett Character Portrait: Alicia Morales Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Liam Woods Character Portrait: Hollie Knight
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The usual breakfast-overhauled. Charlotte could at least look forward to enjoying a full breakfast. Was this the usual breakfast camps had? Charlotte's mind thought to her cabin mate, Alicia Morales. Out of all the people at the camp Charlotte think getting paired up with Alicia was the best. She was quiet and interested in art as well. Charlotte couldn't muster up any courage to ask to look at Alicia's artwork and sketched in her journal all night. Hardly a word was shared between the two but it wasn't an awkward silence because between them was the energy and understanding of an artist at work. Charlotte drew an odd picture of Benjamin as well as the guy with the camera that night. She forgot his name already.

While eating Mr. McDonnell made an announcement concerning groups and a Color War activity. As he handed out maps of the camp site Charlotte could feel her hunger dissipate.

"The yellow group includes campers Cassandra Bennett, Hollie Knight, and Charlotte Van Der Deen." Mr. McDonnell announced first. Charlotte didn't know who either of them were and didn't bother looking around. She knew that the regulars of the camp would notice her name as being new and figure out who she was, quickly. She didn't want to meet any eyes that were possibly looking at her. Analyzing her. Maybe even judging her.

"Now attention all campers. Whether or not you like any of your teammates, we are to be respectful and work as a group. Today's color war activity is Capture The Flag. Each team is given at least three riddles that each pertain to where the color of your flag is located. It can be anywhere for example, in the dressers, in the toilet, etcetera. The team who has collected their total of three flags, and report back to the drama station wins. Have fun. And remember to always be a happy camper at Camp Merrie-Woode!" On the back of the map were the riddles for each team.

1. Little critters are the worst to deal with. It's a good thing that they're kept outside in the__________.
2. Way down deep in the blue sea, betcha can't find me. Where am I?
3. The ________ is forbidden to all campers.


Charlotte had no clue what to make of each riddle. Especially, the last one. She didn't know the camp rules. The inevitable was coming now that breakfast was coming to an end. Charlotte lifted her head to see who this Cassandra Bennett and Hollie Knight were.

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Character Portrait: Cassandra Bennett Character Portrait: Alicia Morales Character Portrait: Sophia Stanford Character Portrait: Ashleigh Smythe Character Portrait: Liam Woods Character Portrait: Ciana Moore
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Why did she even have to go to this stupid camp?

It was a waste of her time most days, and she hated seeing her 'wonderful half-sister' flirt with every guy there. Even the ones Ciana made clear she better keep away from. God, she may act like she loves her 'half-sister' but as far as Ciana is concerned, they have nothing in common. Not even their father.

Ciana had been going to this camp for years, and she was getting so tired of it. This had to be her last year it had to be. She never made friends here, and it was just... annoying. The few friends she did have, moved off and 'lost her number'. So, she doesn't have much faith in humanity anymore. With that being said, her thoughts were interrupted, by that annoying thought of a woman.

"Ciana? Ciana, dear, you're going to be late your first day of camp!" Ciana rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh from her laying form, covered with her grey comforter. The too familiar form of her... whatever she was... appeared in her doorway. "Ciana, get up." The voice was more harsh this time, and that resulted in nothing to help Ciana.

"Shut up, Katy, my god." She growled, sitting up, and swinging her legs off of her bed. Her tattoo of a flock of birds flying up her left arm becoming visible. Despite fufilling her evil stepmother's wishes, she slowly drug herself out of bed, and got dressed.

She wore her usual outfit, and had a duffel bag over her shoulder as she boarded the plane later that morning. She couldn't believe she was giving in to her father and his lover's wishes, but she just went with it for the time being. Before she opened her eyes again, she was there, at camp. After claiming a taxi from the airport, she rode the ridiculously long drive to the woods where the camp was. "Hello Merrie-Woods." She mumbled, and found her way to her cabin, which she found out she was sharing with another girl."Brittle Stars? That's original.." Ciana shook her head, and settled herself in the cabin, meeting Ashleigh, and shaking her hand as they went off to the dining hall where they were being summoned like cattle.

Ah, yes. Ciana forgot about the groups.

The purple group Ciana Moore, Brooklyn Harrison, and Kit Grimshaw.

"Who?" She breathed, and looked around the dining hall. "Brooklyn, and Kit..." She muttered to herself, surveying the sea of people, to see if anyone might resemble those names. If she had two girls, she might just strangle herself.

Ciana hadn't caught sight of her half-sister, Cassandra, and was quite glad. Things had changed so much since last time, and.. she just didn't feel comfortable around her. It was going to be a long camp, wasn't it?



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To say he was tired, was an understatement nonetheless. He'd driven all the way from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, to the camp he'd attended for most of his life, located in North Carolina. It felt like he'd been driving his whole life. He had permission to drive, as his parents were out of time at the time, and he was due to move out on his own soon anyway.

He arrived around the time most of the others did, but kept quiet. He didn't honestly know some of the people, just the Camp Flirt, Cassandra Bennett. She seemed to have something with Ciana, but he didn't know facts. Honestly, in his opinion, both girls were attractive, even if they were complete opposites.

Johnathon found his cabin, the Bottle-nose Dolphins. He came to find out his roommates would be Dylan Negovanlis and Liam Woods. After a short introduction, he walked to the dining hall with everyone else. He'd forgotten about the groups, and come to find out he was in the red group... with two girls?

The red group includes campers Johnathon O'briens, Alicia Morales, and Sophia Stanford.

"This year will be an interesting one.." He mumbled to himself, and surveyed the cafeteria, wondering who that would be.

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Character Portrait: Alicia Morales Character Portrait: Charlotte Van der Veen Character Portrait: Sophia Stanford Character Portrait: Ashleigh Smythe Character Portrait: Liam Woods Character Portrait: Theodore Matthews
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Getting to his cabin had been like a gift from the stars. He was bunked with Theo, which was a little strange to him because he figured the camp would have learned their lesson by now. Dylan wasn't there, which was the disappointment of his life, but they'd figure out some kind of arrangement later. No way being in different cabins was going to ruin the three's fun. The other person in their cabin was Ben, whom he didn't know awfully well, but had seen around and talked to a bit in the four years they had both been attending camp. Amidst Theo's and Eli's animated talking, he did his best to not lose himself in the conversation and isolate Ben. He wasn't sure how well he did, but he hoped it was enough to not make him seem like a total prick.

Despite plans to keep Theo up all night some way or another--childish pranks were his forte-- he had actually ended up hitting the pillow a lot earlier than he had planned. It was probably the drive, exhausting. Eli had never been a morning person, and to say he was groggy when he was woken up at first is a bit of an understatement. Once he got to the dining hall and had some food in his stomach though, there was a radical change. Back was the loud, laughing Elias that the camp staff hated. He stole two or three pancakes off of Theo's plate when he wasn't looking, smiling innocently when the other's gaze landed back on him. "Als de kat van huis is, dansen de muizen op tafel," he mumbled through a mouthful of pancakes with an obnoxious smile. When the cat goes away, the mice dance on the table.

The team assignments came a little later. After casting a quick glance around the room and locating one of his teammates, he said goodbye to his table and maneuvered his way through the crowd to get to the bench he was looking for. On the way over, he snatched a leftover sausage from one of the plates and popped it in his mouth. "Yo," he said, sliding in next to Liam, "how's it hanging? Seen Ashleigh around yet?"












Waking up in the morning was hard. Alicia had been up late last night, breaking charcoal stick after charcoal stick in her attempt to fully complete this one sketch she had started earlier that day. It seemed like an easy enough project when she initially thought of it, but the highlights had proved to be more difficult than she'd thought. And after a long night staying up all night bent over her sketchpad and scribbling away furiously, she had the worst crick in her neck. Alicia's family was one of early birds, and she had inherited that trait, but not even genetics could save her from the numerous yawns that escaped her mouth the next morning. At least she could be happy about her cabinmate. The girl, Charlotte she had learned, seemed to be strangely on the same wavelength on her. They hadn't spoken much at all that night, each scribbling away in their sketchbooks, but Alicia came away with the feeling that she could definitely like this person. She hadn't gotten the chance to take a look in her sketchbook, but she definitely wanted to see what her bunkmate was up to.

Breakfast was a relief. Luckily, there was coffee, which helped her get her head in order. She chose to sit next to Charlotte, seeing both Judith and Elias enjoying themselves at their own table. Again, they didn't speak to each other, and this time, at least in her opinion, the silence definitely carried a hint of awkwardness. Several times she tried to come up with an adequate conversation starter in her mind, shutting herself down each time. Eventually teams were assigned for some kind of capture the flag activity. Except this one involved riddles. She immediately thought of the places the riddles indicated. A black and white ball. That had to be soccer, right? Meaning their first spot was probably the athletics fields. Horses definitely meant the riding pen, and the oars had to mean a canoe, which meant the lake. Hoping to find their team's flag quickly so she could get the uncomfortable social game over with, she looked around for one of her teammates.

Locating one of them, this Jonathon fellow, pretty quickly, she decided to work her way over to him. She tended to be observant, staying in the back of the crowd with sharp eyes and listening ears, so she knew who each of her teammates were. She figured they wouldn't know her, of course, given that she rarely attempted to speak to people. Eventually, she found herself sitting next to him, her hands on the table and a slightly nervous smile on her face. "Hey, I'm Alicia," she said, with a quick lift of her hand indicative of a wave. Then, as though remembering she had said her name with a distinct Spanish accent not many people could replicate, she hurriedly followed her statement with, "But you can just call me Alice. I think we're on the same team." She knew they were on the same team, but being able to distinguish a person's face from a crowd when they've never met you before tended to come off as strange, and that wasn't the first impression she wanted to make. "So, any ideas?" she asked, with a quick run of her hand through the mess of curls atop her head.

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Sophia Stranford

Sophia got helped and was showed to her cabin. The person in charge said she was sharing a cabin with Cassandra Bennett. A friend she had made here. She didn't really have "friends" but she was going to try to change that this year because she needed to not end up alone. But then she wasn't really a people person. She liked books, quiet car rides, the less hyper activity of everything. Okay fine she HATED people to be with really. But she did want to feel different with her parents being gone now she really needed it. She went into her cabin and got dressed in her silky pjs She hopped into bed and fell asleep not telling anyone if coming in or out.

She awoke to the sound of the woodpecker pecking on the tree near their cabin. She was always an early riser so she got up out of bed and unpacked her stuff. Grabbing some clothes and getting ready to change into them. She made her bed and changed into a leather jacket, a t-shirt that has black and white stripes and a pair of blue jeans. She grabbed her brown boots and put those on. She had worn braids to bed so her hair could have some curls in her hair.

She walked quietly out of the cabin to the cafetiria area. There was a game the catch the flag or something she didn't really know. She sat down at a table and looked around she had gotten The red group includes campers Johnathon O'briens, Alicia Morales, and Sophia Stanford." She wondered who those people were. She didn't know any Johnathon or Alicia. She hoped maybe they would approach her and she wouldn't have to do the work. If she would she wouldn't be involved because she doesn't know how to play or have the guts to do that. She sat and ate the little breakfast she had. Looking around and grabbing abook from her bag. Opening it with a smile plastered on her face from the pleasure of one of the books she had decided to bring on her adventure.

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