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Grayson Carter

"People see what they want to see."

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a character in “Camp Liberty”, as played by Luv-is-a-Bug

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"We're going at it, tonight tonight / There's a party on the rooftop top of the world”
Tonight Tonight || Demons || Harlem |




|Name|

Grayson Alexander Carter

|Age|

18

|Color|

Blue

|State|

Native of sunny CA. Beverley Hills to be specific.

|Gender|

Male

|Years at Camp Liberty|

Returning to Camp Liberty for his fourth and final year. (And ready to win again).




Favourite Things
"Tonight, tonight and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign / I don't know if I'll make it, but watch how good I'll fake it”




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Favourite...

|Country?|

Germany? Switzerland? It’s hard to choose; he’s been to so many. Daddy’s money has paid for a lot of expensive trips.

|Song?|

Anything you can play at a wild party. Wanna know a secret? He’s a big fan of Beyonce. :P

|Movie?|

Grayson loves a good action flick, particularly is there’s a car chase...or five. He likes the “Fast and Furious” franchise.

|Decade of the 1900's?|

The 90’s. It’s hard to imagine living in a decade without the luxuries he’s so accustomed to.

|Season?|

Is this a real question? Summer! How could the answer be anything but summer? No school and no one to answer to, not to mention the parties in Malibu, Hollywood, and everywhere in between. Days are long and nights are longer...you can’t beat summer.

|Animal?|

Grayson likes wolves, though he himself is more frequently compared to a peacock. Pompous, conceited, and never shy about flaunting his wealth, Grayson is the proud peacock in human form.

|Color?|

Purple, baby— the color of royalty.

|Celebrity?|

Didn’t we already mention Grayson’s guilty pleasure for Beyonce?

|Food?|

The best money can buy. He’s particularly fond of sushi and sea food, and has been known to demolish plates of crab and lobster, which, thanks to his father’s money, he enjoys pretty frequently.

|Smell?|

Salty beach air and bonfire smoke. Is there a better combination in the world?





Little Things
"It's you and me and were runnin’ this town / And it's me and you and we're shakin’ the ground / And ain't nobody gonna tell us to go, 'cause this is our show”



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|Likes|

The beach || Fast cars || Nice clothes || Surfing || Partying || Bonfires || Beach volleyball || Daddy’s money || Seafood || Pranks || Jokes || Sports events || Dogs || Hollywood || Baking (yes, baking) || Hacky sack || Candy of all kinds ||

|Dislikes|

People who takes things at face value || Dependency || Knock-offs || Insincerity || Long lines || Nosy people || Valentine’s Day || Commercialization || Cons || School || Authority || Being told “no” ||

|Secrets|

|| He’s afraid he’ll never be anything without his father ||

Grayson has enjoyed his father’s wealth all his life. He was encouraged to do well in school and even get a job, but ultimately his father’s money has always supported him, and he’s always had that to fall back on. Grayson’s dad shows his support in money, so it’s wealth that’s been his safety net, not a supportive or understanding family. What if he tries to do something on his own and fails? What if he makes a decision that upsets his father and is cut off? Will he be able to make it on his own? Or is he just another trust fund brat?

|| He’s never told anyone “I love you” ||

Aside from when he occasionally says it to his mother, Grayson does not say “I love you”. He can’t remember the last time he said it to his father, and he’s never said it to a girl he’s dated. The relationships have never lasted long enough for him to feel he can say it and truly mean it.

|Fears/Phobias|

The dark. I’m not kidding. || People knowing the real him || Rejection || Not being enough ||

|Oddities|

He always has some kind of candy in his pocket. Jelly beans are his favorite || He sleeps with a flashlight under his pillow || He keeps a journal (it's not a diary, okay?) || He can speak a little German




The Real You
"It's my party dance if I want to / We can get crazy let it all out"




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|Personality|

Grayson already knows what you think of him, and he’s not offended by it. He’s worked very hard to craft that image. You know the image I’m talking about: the rich, suave party boy with a rebellious streak. Grayson’s been developing that character for 18 years. Why? Because it’s fun, and it’s easy. Why not be what everyone expects you to be? People see his father’s wealth, and they think they know him. They hear that he goes to Europe every summer, and that his dad has not one, but 3 houses, and they think they know all about him. So he goes along with it. He drives fast cars and throws wild parties; he wears nice clothes and sleeps around. And that’s all most people ever see. They don’t know that he likes surfing, or that he’s afraid of the dark. They don’t know that he misses his mother every day, or that he wishes he had a sibling. They just don’t know.

So there are two Graysons, really; the one he wants people to see, and the one he actually is. The projected image of Grayson oozes confidence. He’s funny, outgoing, and always knows just what to say. He’s a charmer, a real people person, and always in the middle of a crowd. He’s an arrogant showoff, one who is fully aware of his looks, his money, and everything else. And then there’s the Grayson that nobody sees-- the Grayson who sometimes fakes that confidence, the Grayson who feels alone in those crowds. The Grayson who likes to bake and can be a bit of a klutz.

No one is just a label. People are complex; they have layers, and Grayson is no exception.

|History|

Grayson is a trust fund baby. Born the son of a wealthy studio head in Hollywood, he’s led a charmed life from day one. His father, Charles Carter, divorced his mother, Alexis, when Grayson was 4. After that, Charles went through a procession of younger women, and Grayson grew up with a string 20-something starlets parading through the family’s Beverley Hills home. It was a little tough, growing up without a real mom, and, as evidenced by his player personality, Grayson is definitely lacking a feminine influence. He sees his mother only rarely, and his father is too preoccupied with his life in Hollywood to do much more than fill Grayson’s bank account. He attends a fancy private school with his fancy private school friends, and spends his weekends at wild parties or bumming around the beach. It’s rare for him to spend time with his father.

But Grayson doesn’t mind. ...Or so he says. He likes his father’s huge house, fast cars, and connections in Hollywood, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish, just for once, that his dad would stay in one weekend, or that his mother still lived with them. Yes, Grayson wishes a lot of things were different, but when you live a life of such opulence, no one wants to hear you complain. They think you have everything; they think nothing could possibly be wrong. They see only the pretty rich boy, and really, that’s all Grayson wants them to see. Because God forbid someone actually get to know him.






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So begins...

Grayson Carter's Story

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If there was one thing Grayson was sure of, it was that it was much, much, much too early to be awake. His alarm had awoken him at the ungodly hour of 5 AM, and our spoiled little rich boy was none too happy about it. It was summer, for Christ's sake. Summer was for waking up at noon, or not waking up at all, but it certainly wasn't for waking up at 5 in the morning. It took him a full three minutes to remember why he was up at that hour at all. And then his suitcases came into view in his, blurry, bleary field of vision, and he remembered. Camp. Camp Liberty, to be specific. And suddenly, waking up at 5 AM didn't seem so bad after all. Swinging his legs out of his luxury bed, Grayson stretched, yawned, took a quick look at what was, in his mind, his godly body in the mirror, and hopped in the shower. Half an hour later he was dressed and his blonde hair styled, the irony of this being it took him a full twenty minutes and quite a lot of product to achieve the "just-rolled-of-bed" look. Finally satisfied with his appearance, he strutted into the kitchen, noting that it was empty, save for Roberta, the housekeeper. His father had probably already gone off to work, and his 25 year old step mother (wife number 4, but who's counting?), was likely still asleep, getting her beauty rest to prepare for a full day of shopping on Rodeo Drive.

Roberta greeted him and handed him a bowl of Captain Crunch cereal (Grayson had been dining on Captain Crunch since he was four, and he didn't plan on stopping any time soon), informing him that, as he suspected, his father had been called into work early. He hadn't seen his father for the past two days (between Grayson's busy social life and his father's obsession with work, this wasn't uncommon), and he did his best to shrug off the knowledge that he was about to leave for 8 weeks of camp without telling his father goodbye. If he didn't get going soon, he was going to be late. Wolfing down his remaining cereal, Grayson hugged Roberta goodbye and gathered his things. He was sure his father wouldn't be pleased with his decision to take the vintage Mustang to camp, but then, it was really his father's fault for not being here to tell him so, right? With this twisted logic for comfort, Grayson tossed his suitcases into the trunk and headed north. The camp was hours from his native L.A., but, with luck and a fast car on his side, he might just arrive on on time. He blasted music the whole way there (Beyonce's new album; shhh, don't tell anyone), and, with that and his thoughts of camp to occupy his mind, the drive flew by. Before he knew it, the Camp Liberty sign appeared through the trees, and he smiled, feeling a familiar surge of confidence. Camp Liberty: his home for the past 3 summers. He had a reputation here. Whether it was good or bad was open to interpretation, but Grayson didn't particularly care; he just liked the attention.

Turning sharply into the camp parking lot, he pulled to a stop, making sure he made a grand entrance. Grayson Carter was here, and he was feeling good. A smirk on his lips, Grayson hopped out of the car and grabbed his luggage from the trunk, patting the side of the cherry red Mustang goodbye as he sauntered up the path. He had to go by the cabin first to drop off his things, but he knew the real action was wherever his activity group was meeting. He didn't store his bags in the cabin so much as haphazardly toss them inside, but he didn't think Alex and Oliver would mind the mess too much. Where were they, anyway? Did they already have their schedules? He had better at least have Oliver in his activity group, or he'd never make it through the summer. Arriving in the main hall, he charmed his way through a group of girls crowding the board and searched for his name. His activity group left him feeling somewhat...conflicted. On the plus side, he had Oliver in his group, as well as a few good-looking girls (score!). On the downside...Eddie Andrews and Connor Tanabe. Oh, say it wasn't so! Well, you had to take the good with the bad, right? Unfortunately, there was more bad to come. His activity schedule revealed the group had hill walking first. Hill walking? On a Monday?! Christ, they might as well send him back to school!

Rolling his eyes, Grayson made his way towards the media room. He could've been there in less than five minutes, but was distracted by several young women on his way, and by the time he finally reached the media room he'd almost forgotten how bummed he was about hill walking. Any negative feelings remaining dissipated when he spotted Oliver across the room. "Hey!" he called out, crossing to his friend. "Nine months without seeing you and this is the greeting I get? No flowers, no chocolates, no card?" he joked, wearing his characteristic smirk. "Frankly, Oliver, I'm rather offended."

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Coby's journey hadn't been a hard one. Like every other year, she caught a plane a couple days before the camp started and stayed with her Aunt until the first day. Then it was just a two hour drive from there. Most of the time she and her aunt would chitter chatter about life and get what ever years worth of gossip that they had collected out of their systems. Most of their talk was about family affairs, who was getting married, what kids were born, and all that good stuff. Her Aunt Lydia was really the only adult in the family that she felt comfortable talking to. They were very similar, and connected on a deep level.

Her Aunt was a successful, single woman who had the same desires as any woman, and generally got what she wanted. She shared many of the attributes that Coby possessed. They were both ambitious, stubborn, attention seekers, and man eaters. Her Aunt, just like she, was also the youngest of the bunch and often times a little secluded from the family scene. After all, she was the only one left in her generation that still wasn't married. So, the drive to Camp Liberty was also a drive Coby looked forward to.

This year they had very lightly spoken about Coby's brothers and their endeavors, then delved into advice about love, sex, make-up, and the works. And by the time that they had arrived at the camp, Coby was more prepared than ever. With a simple kiss on the cheek and an unloading of her couple of suitcases, her Aunt drove off to enjoy a summer vacation in Jamaica with her new man toy.

Coby stood by herself, dressed in a grey textured tank top, a red and black striped mini skirt, a pair of stockings (garter and all), and her favorite silver Vans. Coby smiled to herself as she looked around at the chaos. There were kids all over the place; some crying into their mother's chest, others dropping their pillow on the ground, but most were meeting up and hugging their dearest friends. This immediately made her think of Grayson. Sure, she had kept some contact with him other the school year, but that was nothing compared to the boy in the flesh. She wondered if he had already arrived as she started herself toward the red cabin. Miss Clarkson took her time as she strolled to her cabin, she waved at people she knew and intimidated people she didn't know. By the time she got to her cabin she was disappointed at the amount of people she was disinterested in. Literally, there wasn't a single soul that she was willing to stop and talk to.

Oh well. That meant a little more time for the princess to her things together. Coby knew that she was later than she usually arrived, but the girl still took her time to put away some of her stuff in the cabin. Soon, after unpacking about six things, Coby grew bored with the task and decided that she should probably go find out who was in her activities group and what the schedule was.

Within minutes she was looking at group no. 6. Luckily, there was no one in particular that she despised. In fact, there were a couple of people she even really know. But there were her two boys, Grayson and Oliver, on the list. She smiled to herself as she unconsciously cut the line and received her schedule. As she walked toward the media room she read. Hill walking. Hill walking? Really? Coby rolled her eyes. This was not the first thing she wanted to be doing. Whatever. It would be fine with Grayson there.

Speaking of the devil she over heard him speak as she entered the media room. He was joking with Oliver about how there were no gifts for his arrival. Coby smirked as she came up behind him and gave him a little tap on the bum. "You don't get chocolates, I know. But you get me!" She said with mischeivous eyes and a playful smile.

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"You don't get chocolates, I know. But you get me!" Grayson smiled as a familiar female voice spoke from behind him, accompanied by a cheeky tap on his, well...cheeks. He'd know that voice (and those wandering hands) anywhere. He made a big show of turning around to face her, making sure she got a good look at all the sexy she'd been missing out on the past nine months. "Well look what the cat dragged in," he smirked, taking in the sight of one of his closest camp friends. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Coby." And she was. The structure and community of Camp Liberty was all well and good, but it wasn't nearly as fun without the anarchy brought by Coby Clarkson. She was standing before in her default position: a hand on her hip, head cocked slightly to the side, looking up at him with that mischievous look in her eyes that said she was up to absolutely no good. In typical Coby fashion, she was dressed completely inappropriately, wearing an outfit more appropriate for a night out on the town than a morning tramping through the wilderness. But that was Coby for you. "There was no need to dress up for me," Grayson teased, nodding to her garters and flouncy skirt. Coby had a reputation for promiscuity, as well as for not giving a shit what anyone had to say about it. So far, the two had never done any more than flirt, and said flirtation was so difficult to differentiate from their candid friendship most of the time they didn't bother trying. No one really knew if it was friendly teasing or something more, and to be honest, neither did Coby or Grayson.

The point was, Grayson was overwhelmingly glad to see her. The two of them (and occasionally Oliver, when he could be convinced) were famous (or rather, infamous, depending on whether you were responsible for cleaning up their messes) for raising hell all over camp. Green campers were known as the camp pranksters, but Grayson and Coby's escapades tended to be of a...less innocent variety. There were even rumors that Coby had had...err...relations with the camp director's son (though Grayson hadn't been able to get Coby to confirm or deny the story). Both returning for their fourth year of camp, they'd broken nearly every camp rule at one point or another, but their combination of stealth, charm, and flirtation had kept them from suffering any dire consequences. As far as Grayson was concerned, the start of a new summer meant they were starting over with a clean slate, which really just meant they were free to get into all kinds of trouble. Oh yes, it would be good to have the dynamic duo back in action.

"But how've you been?" he prompted. "I haven't gotten a text from you in ages. I was beginning to worry you'd forgotten about me," he said, feigning offense. "But then I remembered I'm me, and I realized that couldn't possibly be true," he grinned, all smiles once more.

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Character Portrait: Lilliana Diane Baker Character Portrait: Eddie Andrews Character Portrait: Connor Tanabe Character Portrait: Molly Kingsley Character Portrait: Coby Clarkson Character Portrait: Grayson Carter Character Portrait: Ariadne Brooks Character Portrait: Lacey Chung Character Portrait: Oliver Hale Character Portrait: Avelyn Vison Character Portrait: Aaron Addison
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Just as Oliver was about to chide Lacey and tell her let Ari get a few moments of peace before more people filled in, more people filled in. A few other campers entered the room; one in particular catching Lacey's eye for some odd reason. He was a male, a kid, and Lacey's eyes followed him like a hawk. Molly came in next and a small smile stretched over his face at the sight of her.

"Hey," he called out to her, though he wouldn't be surprised if she heard him clearly because just as he spoke, Grayson barged into the room. Oliver chuckled at his friend's words uneasily, rubbing the back of his head in slight shame.

It was true. He had not spoken to Grayson in nine months. The phone he did have to contact people was...compromised. His brother found out about Lacey and Eddie because for the first time in his entire life, Oliver left his cell phone out on the kitchen counter. He had only been given a phone to recieve orders from his family, not for friendships. His father even threatened to go all the way over to Arizona to get Lace and broke the phone. When he got a new one four months ago, he had only really spoken to Lacey and she was able (and why she didn't seem to know what she wanted to do with her life when she was good at this he didn't know) to tap into the phone and block all the numbers. After that, he monitored his communication and electronic devices.

"Yeah, sorry about that, Gray. Things...there's a lot we need to talk about," Oliver answered cryptically, opting to end it at that as a few more people entered the room. All in order, he nodded to Avelyn, Colby, and Eddie with a smile directed towards Eddie. Now, it was time for the rest of the group to enter.

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Coby chuckled a bit at Grayson's response, and she bit on her lip while nodding her head. Her blonde hair bounced a bit as she did this. While Gray continued to poke fun, she felt her heart purr for a moment, but ignored it. Yes, Coby had developed a mighty crush on Grayson over the years, but she wasn't going to say or do anything about. Not yet anyway.

She was more than delighted to see her extremely flirtatious, and extremely handsome partner in crime. Again, Grayson was playing games as he stated that she didn't need to dress up for him. Coby laughed at this and did a little curtsy (which of course showed her entire garter and most of her thigh, most inappropriately). "I only aim to please." She cooed. After she spoke she let her skirt back to it's original position, where only the garter would show fully if she were walking around or sitting.

This behavior was not uncommon for Coby, as most of the campers were aware of. People who didn't know her, dubbed her the Camp Liberty slut. While people who did know her were mostly just uncomfortable by her purposeful advances and unnecessary promiscuity. If she was just meeting someone new, Coby generally toned it down just a tad. She realized early on in her teenage years that most people didn't like it if you striping for them the first day that you met them (save a bundle of guys). So yes, Coby was known for her short skirts, garters, the occasional corset, and bikinis. But the talk that formulated around her didn't bother Coby, in fact most times it liberated her. She loved the attention and was rarely ashamed of the names people spit at her.

Her behavior, especially around Grayson was a little magnified. Perhaps it was because they knew each other so well, or perhaps it was because of that little crush. Coby hadn't cared to figure out why, but she was indeed a little more naughty around the boy. But I mean, let's be honest, have you seen Grayson? Coby hadn't officially decided this yet, but it was safe to say (with this being their last year and all), that Grayson was to be her sumer project. Miss Clarkson had these summer projects, you see. And they weren't so much as projects as they were conquests. Coby, every single year that she had attended the camp, chose one boy that she wanted to sleep with and would do it. Along the way to her one guy for the summer, Coby didn't hesitate to please other boys,but without fail Coby always got the one she wanted. Including one of the camp director's sons. Who is long gone now.

"I've been perfectly alright." She said, thinking back over her school year. Nothing too dramatic had happened. Coby was always very safe with her sex, so there was no trouble there. If anything, all the conflict came from her mother and father. But that was pretty typical. She laughed at his next comment, "Don't flatter yourself, Grayson." She said while flipping and hand up to brush his chest, "I have other boys than you." The little mischievous glint in her eye showed again, but before she could make anymore fun, the great and grand Emily Willis entered the room. Coby grinned as she walked coolly over to Emily and wrapped her arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"My dear Emily!" She said as she tried to drag the beautiful girl to where she was previously standing.

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Taste was subjective, but Ariadne liked Breaking Bad, and it was miles better than anything on at the moment. The episode she was watching turned out to be one of the most dramatic, taking twists and turns at every corner. Connor, although he didn't watch much of the show, liked what he saw, and that was enough for his attention to be drawn to the screen. Nate, however, was brooding in his quiet corner of the opposite sofa. Lost in thought, Ari could almost see the gears whirring erractically in his head. It's fair to say Nate was never her favorite guy at camp, especially now as some of the odd mannerisms he carried reminded her of Liam.

"Hey, gorgeous" A voice that meant familiarity to her sounded, and she couldn't help but smile. It was real, she knew, for her mood lifted and the smile didn't cut into her cheeks so. She saw Lacey, her best friend, open her arms and she grabbed her into a hug.

"Lacey, you have no idea how much I missed you!" She gushed, words flowing like the river that surrounded the camp. "I was almost ready to get the plane to Arizona."

"You like Breaking Bad? It was the only thing on-" Ari paused to glance at the screen, but realised it had turned to commercials now. "Well, I guess it's finished."

The Media room filled with faces both recognized and unrecognized, chatter filling the room to the brim with inside jokes and friendly banter. If it wasn't for hill-walking, she'd be excited for what the day would hold.

But, as always, something brought her from the clouds to her personal hell.

"Hello, and welcome to the news for today. Our first story, a new chapter in the unfolding mystery of the shooting at Montgomery High School, Colorado."

Her head snapped back to look at the TV once more. It was a woman, blonde, immaculately dressed, polished and pretty.

"Disturbing videos have been uncovered from the shooter's rooms, explaining to a camera why they would later go on to shoot sixteen people and then themselves in a previously unexplained massacre."

"We cannot show the full video due to legal reasons, but here is an excerpt."




The screen changed to the sickeningly recognized faces of her friends Nick Holland and Liam Howell. They seemed to be sitting in Liam's bedroom. Nick. With his usually innocent goofy smile, coppery hair and freckles, was smirking and Liam, with curly dark hair and perpetually widened pale green eyes was holding a shotgun, twirling in between his hands.

Liam spoke first, "Sorry to Mark and Dan. We used them to get us the guns. Don't arrest them, don't arrest fucking anyone. Friends, family, co-workers, they had no clue. It was all us."

Nick spoke next, "Yep, sorry Mom and Dad for any shit this might bring your way. You are good people, I hope you know it. Sorry friends. Especially Ari, I know how much this will hurt you.

The scene cut to the inside of Nick's car. Seemingly, the camera had been placed on the dashboard.

"It's only half an hour to our little judgement day. It's kind of weird knowing I'm going to die today, but a relief. Of course I will miss things. But you deserve what comes to you." Nick was scarily indifferent as he spoke.

"I just want some of you to know, and you know who you are- that I will get you. Find you. Rip off your damn head, get a shotgun and shove it so far up your ass, bullets will be shooting out your neck! You worthless pieces of crap! Do you know how long I've stood here and took shit from you- jocks, popular kids,- you criticize my face, my hair, the shirts I wear? This rage has built up and you'll pay. You'll all pay. The human race is stupid."

Nick didn't seem taken aback from Liam's outburst. He just took a gun from his coat and motioned shooting.

"Bye. See you on the other side." Nick chuckled, turning off the camera.





You see your face through this vague bubble of people. A slip of the eye, an illusion. You're not there. And her mind snaps from this temporary trance that she stumbled into involuntarily. Daydreams morph back into solid reality. Nothing about hearing "I'm terribly sorry" gets any easier, no matter how many times it tumbles into your head.

The scene cut to a zoomed in picture of their class yearbook photo, Ari smiling to the camera with her arm around Nick. Liam was at the other side, arms crossed back to back with another of his friends, Mark. Another picture flashed on the screen as the woman drawled on. It was another of Ari, obviously they were trying to make a point. It then switched to something more horrific. The surveillance videos from inside the school library. Liam and Nick strolled through the Library as if they were gods. By now, the students hid under tables. There was sound in the surveillance cameras, she could hear their voices again.

"Peekaboo!" Liam laughed, looking under a table. One gunshot. Two. Three.

"This is so cool!" Nick practically bounced, pointing his gun to the ceiling and shooting for fun. "Hope your all having fun! I know I am" He taunted.


Ari spoke loudly before it could go any further. "Turn it off! Please, turn it off."

Adam, the supervisor, reacted quickly, switching the TV off. The black nothingness comforted her, but whats done was done. She should have switched it on when mentioned, but the shock had paralysed her. Their voices. So familiar but not comforting.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was hoarse, eyes on the edge of tearing up. She took a deep breath. "I'm fine, though."

"If you're sure you're okay, we could go on with what was planned?"

"Sure." She nodded, lips pressed tightly against one another, embarrassed for creating a scene.

"Okay everyone, introduction time. I'm going to go round everyone, say your name, color, and three things you like. Go."

"I'm Ariadne Brooks, I'm in Pink, and I like good books, singing, and my friends." She looked at Lacey once more, giving a fleeting smile.





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When people were little, they always had the fascinating, larger-than-life dreams, Connor wanted to learn how to fly. It seemed like such a good thing for someone to be able to do. When he wanted to get away, all he had to do was flap his wings and soar away. There was nothing that could break him. It would have just been himself, the clouds, and the sun, but he never learned. The kid that wanted to be an astronaut went missing when he was only ten.

His entire life has been subjected to receiving terrible news. He can't remember hearing the words his father did that sent him over the edge "We're terribly sorry but your wife didn't make it" but he imagines they were complimented with "But she tried. She fought" (Not that that made him want to care anyway, it's like both of his parents died that day. Cancer killed them both - but it just took his father a little longer to wither away.) Even hearing "I'm sorry Connor, but your getting put to Juvenile diversion for drug dealing" ended with him coming to Camp Liberty

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Connor really didn't know what was happening on this show.

Okay, a few things he did know.

1) There is a bald guy with glasses. He looks cool. He is a drug dealer/chemistry teacher/what?

2) Meth.

3) This was surprisingly similar to his drug-dealing days. Except for the dying/killing part. He's still alive.

4) What?

I mean, the bald guy with glasses did look cool, so he might have to check the show out. Breaking Bad, he thought it was. Wait, what is that title? Why is he breaking bad? What is bad? Is he breaking Nate? In all seriousness, Ari looked really into what was happening on the show, but Connor had no clue. Nate was just being... Nate.

"Hello there! Why didn't you tell me you got here?" It was Lilliana, one person he really wanted to see right now. "Missed you."

"Greetings and salutations!" He laughed, stealing a kiss on her cheek. "I was on the bus. Long story short, I feel asleep from green fog and kinda, sorta forgot you were here... sorry."

"You ever seen..." He paused to think of the title of the TV programme, "'Breaking Bad?' I have no idea what's going on, but it seems pretty cool."

He noticed that a couple people came in. He'd hardly say nameless, anonymous faces, with secrets he didn't know and stories he didn't care to delve deep into. Luckily, most, were friends, acquaintances, haters, people of that sort. Of course, there must of been one or two to slip between the cracks of what was Connor Tanabe, but they were either new or, simply didn't really cross paths with the boy. Poor souls. He recognized most, namely, Lacey- who gave a hello, which he waved back to- Oliver, Avelyn, Eddie, Coby, Molly, Destiny, Daniel ... Grayson. He rolled his eyes in distaste. His hater was officially here, but at least considerably far away, and talking to someone else.

"Yep, sorry Mom and Dad for any shit this might bring your way. You are good people, I hope you know it. Sorry friends. Especially Ari, I know how much this will hurt you.

The boy was about to turn to Ari to tell her she was famous, but he noticed what was on the television. It was two boys, one freckled and short, the other curly haired and tall. One held in his hand and sawn off shotgun twirling through his fingers. He realised what the situation was. Ari looked somewhere between shocked and disgusted, but she seemed paralysed.

He began to watch the TV intently.

"It's only half an hour to our little judgement day. It's kind of weird knowing I'm going to die today, but a relief. Of course I will miss things. But you deserve what comes to you." The freckled one spoke about dying as if it was an eternal weekend. It was creepy.

"I just want some of you to know, and you know who you are- that I will get you. Find you. Rip off your damn head, get a shotgun and shove it so far up your ass, bullets will be shooting out your neck! You worthless pieces of crap! Do you know how long I've stood here and took shit from you- jocks, popular kids,- you criticize my face, my hair, the shirts I wear? This rage has built up and you'll pay. You'll all pay. The human race is stupid."

Connor's eyes widened at the curly haired boys outburst.

"Bye. See you on the other side." The freckled boy took a gun from his pocket and motioned shooting at the camera, before turning it off.


Before Connor knew it, pictures of Ari and the two boys flashed on the screen. It was odd seeing someone he knew with... killers. They looked normal in the pictures. Too normal. Then there was a surveillance video from inside Montgomery high, slightly bad quality but he could still make out the two boys walking calmly through the school library, peeking under tables and shooting. There was sound. He heard them taunt the people, laugh as they spoke poison.

"Turn it off! Please, turn it off." Ari spoke, and the supervisor Adam switched the damn TV off. They talked for a while before that Adam announced introductions were officially beginning,

"I'm Ariadne Brooks, I'm in Pink, and I like good books, singing, and my friends." Connor could tell Ari was trying to hold back tears. She smiled at Lacey. It was no secret they were best friends.

"My name may or may not be Connor Tanabe, I'm in Green, and I like food, My girlfriend , and Camp Liberty, it so happens"






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OOC ; Nate isn't included because I am lazy XD also, weird side note; seeing Connor's faceclaim in concert tommorow ^-^

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To Adelyn's displeasure, the more she looks at the activity sheet the more she wanted to get injured on the hill walk. See, hill walking isn't a problem for Avelyn. In fact she enjoys it a little. The worst part was the sport challenges. Games like Frisbee, tennis, and catch were okay, but things that required running across a giant field seemed pointless to her, although in her head it sounds silly that she wouldn't like running across fields. In frisbee that is pretty much all you do. Around her people were talking happily, catching up on the things that have happened over the year. Any person could tell the extroverts from the introverts in this room. From Emily announcing her presence, to someone like that new guy sitting alone in the corner - the room was filled with a large range of personalities. The scariest thing was, not everyone had arrived yet. One person in particular caught the attention of Avelyn, and that was her old bunk mate Destiny walking through the door. For a moment she pondered going up and saying "hello" to Destiny, but she figured her friend would come around.
Avelyn's attention went to the T.V as it started a news broadcast on a situation that happened in Colorado.
"Yep, sorry Mom and Dad for any shit this might bring your way. You are good people, I hope you know it. Sorry friends. Especially Ari, I know how much this will hurt you"
She looked over to Ariadne who seemed to be paralyzed when seeing the video on the television. Poor girl. No one deserves to go through things like that. But shit happens to the best of people Avelyn thought to herself, watching the remainder of the video until Ariadne finally spoke up. The look the girl had, she knew all too well. Trying not to cry when the tears threatened to fall. She genuinely felt sympathetic towards her. When Adam announced that they were doing intros, Adelyn figured it was best to get it over with early. She knew it was equally as painful for everyone else to listen to things they already knew. The only person she was wondering about however - was the boy that came in rather quietly. She was interested to see what he had to say.

"I'm Ariadne Brooks, I'm in Pink, and I like good books, singing, and my friends." I'm surprised she's even able to speak so soon was the first thought to pop into Avelyn's head.
"My name may or may not be Connor Tanabe, I'm in Green, and I like food, My girlfriend , and Camp Liberty, it so happens" When Connor was done, Avelyn coughed awkwardly.
[b]"Hello, I'm Avelyn Vison. It's a pleasure to be back, and I like listening to my music, photography, and the sound of thunderstorms[/b]" she said softly, yet loud enough for people to hear. Avelyn listened for the next person to speak up.




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Grayson had caught Oliver's mumbled explanation, and for a moment his brow furrowed in concern. Though not known for expressing great emotional depth himself, Grayson wasn't immune to the feelings of others (the few people he cared about, anyway), and he sensed something was off. The two were so close now it was hard to believe they'd nearly been tossed out of camp a few years back for fighting. No one would deny Grayson was a bit arrogant (not even Grayson himself), and when he and Oliver had first met, things between them had been a bit...heated. Oliver hadn't approved of Grayson's snobbery, and he'd been very vocal with his displeasure. Never one to be pushed around, Grayson had badmouthed Oliver right back, and, after several weeks at each other's throats, a physical fight finally broke out. The altercation ended with cuts and bruises on both boys, and the two had found themselves sitting in the Camp Director's office in a heap of trouble. Faced with expulsion from the camp, Grayson and Oliver had been given two options: Learn to play nice, or pack their bags and head home. They'd begrudgingly chosen the former, and the two had been set up in a small, secluded cabin on the edge of camp, just the two of them. Neither could really say how it happened, but three days later the pair emerged the best of friends. Three years later, Grayson could hardly imagine spending his summers with anyone else. He knew Oliver too well to shrug off his friend's embarassed (and overwhelmingly vague) answer, but he sensed now was the wrong time to ask. Besides, Coby was being a bit...err...distracting at the moment.

He watched her curtsy in response to his comment about her outfit, flashing even more of her garter, and he smirked. If she cared about the girls casting disapproving glances her way, she certainly didn't show it. "I only aim to please," she purred, clearly flirting. Grayson shook his head, smiling. "Coby, Coby, Coby; what are we going to do with you? Can't take you anywhere it seems;" he said, looking around, "you draw far too much attention." He wasn't sure, but he thought Coby was laying it on especially thick this summer. They'd always flirted, but more in a joking way; in previous summers they'd both been far too preoccupied with other...err..."conquests" to consider each other in that sense. But now...well, he'd swear Coby had that hungry look in her eye, the look she only got when she was determined to get something. Coby was a girl who hated to be told no, which was fun when you were breaking every camp rule in existence, but less enjoyable when you were the one saying her least favorite two-letter word. Luckily she chose that moment to answer his question, sparing him from the difficult task of deciphering her true intentions (at least for the moment).

"I've been perfectly alright," she replied, sounding confident in her answer. Of course, Coby was a pretty good liar, so there was no telling if she was giving him the whole truth, but he was probably better off just taking her word for it. She didn't seem nearly as interested in responding to his question as she did keeping up the flirtation. "Don't flatter yourself, Grayson," she said, her hand skimming his chest, "I have other boys than you." He smirked again, a cheeky response on the tip of his tongue, but at that moment Emily Willis (ugh, what a bitch) strutted into the room, stealing Coby's attention. He watched Coby walk off, the hem of her too-short skirt kicking up as she went. Lord help him; she was going to get him in a whole mess of trouble this summer...

"Turn it off! Please turn it off! A shrill voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned around to find a tearful Ari seated on the couch, staring at a disturbing news story. Oh, right...he'd heard about that... The room grew quiet as the TV was shut off, and Adam, their counselor, did the best he could to move the group along, announcing the start of introductions. The teens formed a loose circle, and Grayson listened as first Ari, then Connor, and finally Avelyn spoke. No one else seemed to be talking, and, in typical Grayson fashion, he seized the opportunity to be the center of attention. "I'm Grayson Carter, one of the reigning blue champions, as you all know," he added with a smirk, unable to help himself, "and I like surfing, parties, and the beach. And my bro, Oliver. He's alright too, I guess," he laughed, tossing his arm over his friend's shoulder. (He still felt Oliver could use a bit of cheering up.) I also like girls and booze and money he added in his head, but decided not to say so aloud. It was the first day of camp, after all; he should try to behave himself for at least the first ten minutes.

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Emily is greeted by the glowing Coby Clarkson who walks over to where Emily stands and hugs her, "My dear Emily!" Coby says. It is good to see Coby, there is so much planning to do, so much, fun to be had. "Coby, omg you look so good!" Emily says, putting on a fake British accent just for laughs. Ever since Emily had met Coby her first year they were instant besties. They are like two peas in a pod, a pod covered in sparkles and gold. It is strange for Emily to have such a kindled spirit and not be in the same colour, but the Universe does work in mysterious ways. She looks around and sees many familiar faces around her and Coby, some friends, and others enemies. Emily turns around as Coby stops on the other side of the room, and standing there is Grayson Carter. She resists the urge to backhand the pig and straightens her back, "Oh look what the dog dragged in. It is going to be wonderful time isn't it?" Emily says with a hostile tone, trying to keep casual.




Emily and Grayson have history together, going to the same private school, and practically being neighbours in L.A. However Emily truly knows that the Carter family are really pig heads, snobs, all high and mighty. Grayson would flaunt his wealth to any girl that he would want to take home and seduce. He even seduced one of her best friends, but she was weak to fall in love with him.

Even their fathers hate each other, only putting on a façade in case of public appearances and such. My family believes that the Carters are cheats and bullies and there will be no way that they could ever get to a cease fire. It is always a competition between the two houses. This is where Emily flourishes the most, wanting to pulverise Grayson at any chance she gets.





Before waiting for a response from Grayson, the introduction time is called. Even though it is only a formality because everyone pretty much knows each other Emily joins in, walking over to the group and standing in so she is seen. "I'm Ariadne Brooks, I'm in Pink, and I like good books, singing, and my friends." Aria kicks off the intros yet Emily can notice something off with her, its like she has seen a ghost. She shrugs it off listens to the others introducing themselves, "My name may or may not be Connor Tanabe, I'm in Green, and I like food, My girlfriend , and Camp Liberty, it so happens" Emily smiles at the sight of Connor, more fun factor. Before Emily opens up her mouth she turns her head at the sound of a cough, it is Avelyn. After her was Grayson's turn, she scoffed and turned up her head as he gave his introduction. When he was done Emily stood forward, flipping back her dark Auburn hair with her hand she boldly says, [color=#eb4481]"It is I, Emily Willis. I am in Pink, I like cats, sweets and anything colourful. And this year, I will be responsible for Pinks victory." Grinning, she steps back, waiting for the message to sink in and the other introductions.

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Aaron watched as the other people filed in. He didn't know really anyone since he was new so he
just stayed quiet. He saw a girl in a pretty dress file in and then speak with the male that had
been on the couch when he first arrived. He heard small sounds but could make out any words
since he wasn't particularly trying to make out words. He saw the male respond with a kiss and
then he concluded that they must have some sort of romantic feelings for one another. He tried
not to listen and started blocking everything out but he was jolted from his indifference when he
heard a gunshot on the TV followed by another and then another. He covered his ears and brought
his knees up to his chest where his feet were on the chair. It was a position he normally took when
he was getting beat up. A defensive mechanism if you would say. He listened to the Ari girl scream
to turn it off and then the noise subsided. He felt just as relieved as she did. He heard the person
in charge explain it was introduction time. First, he saw the Ari girl say she was in pink. Then the
male that kissed the girl in the dress was in green. Then another girl who was in grey named Avelyn.
He watched as the girl in the dress explained that she was in purple and then told everyone sweetly
that her name was Lilliana. Lilliana... Lilliana, I'll have to call her Lilly.
Then he heard
James speak and say he was in purple then another girl named Emily who was in pink. Then he saw
no one else was speaking up. "I'm in Red and my name is Aaron Addison. I like music, tea
and strawberry ice cream."






Lilliana smiled as the small peck was set on her cheek by her boyfriend. She was happy but that was
until she heard the shooting on the TV. Her instinct was to hide behind someone she trusted which
happened to be Connor. She put her face in his arm to hide her sight but she could still hear the
gunshots and each one meant a lost life. She finally got over it after it was shut off, after the people
finished with their introductions then Lilliana introduced herself. "I'm Lilliana, purple
cabin and I love Connor, sunlight and volleyball."
She listened to everyone else's introductions
as she still clung to her boyfriend.

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Eddie nodded to the girl as she left to the restroom. She had said her name was Audrey, Eddie would remember that. The young man was remarkably good at connecting faces with names, and often times would meet someone one day and be waving and calling them by their name the next day. That was just part of Eddie. He just remember people, which was probably why people thought he was so friendly. He knew that people liked to be known, and he was one of the few who took the time to know.

"Turn it off! Please, turn it off."

Eddie's attention was instantly brought to Ari. Who was seriously stupid enough to turn the television to the news? A little bit of red angry boiled inside of Eddie. He couldn't believe that already, with Ari trying to get away from this nightmare, the incident was on the TV. He let out a huff as he realized there was really no harm done and everyone began to introduce themselves. Eddie listened to each and every one of them introduce themselves, ranging from some of the lovely to some of the most disgusting. Eddie made eye contact with most everyone, save for Grayson. Quite frankly, Eddie wasn't in the mood for those kind of daggers. So, he pretended like he was preoccupied while the sleaze ball spoke.

Knowing that Molly would either avoid introductions all together or wait until the last moment, Eddie gave her a little encouraging nudge. The girl might as well just get it over with. He smiled at her stubborn words and rambling. Yup, that was Molly for you. She was so intelligent and constantly read, yet she couldn't take all the words that were in her head and form a proper sentence in front of a bunch of bozos.

Next Audrey spoke. Eddie nodded his head. He liked her already. Taking his moment the young man did his little intro. "Hi everyone. I'm Eddie Andrews," He sent a friendly wave around the room and continued saying "I'm grey. I like sports, chocolate milk, and watches." He then stuck up his hand to prove that indeed he did like watches by showing off a classy all black mens watch.

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Lacey and Oliver both stared at Ari, concern shining in their eyes despite the beginning of the introductions. While Oliver did note the arrival of more people, Lacey's eyes were fixed on Ari only, not at all comforted by the small smile Ariadne graced her with. She was about to whisper over to her when a soft nudge hit her shoulder and she glanced back at Oliver. He nodded towards the rest of the room and Lacey glanced at Adam, who gave her a very pointed look.

"Right, intros," she let out on an awkward pause. Getting ready to spoke, Lacey grasped a hold of Ari's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. "So, I'm Lacey - "

"Alacia," Oliver coughed, correcting her. With her free hand, Lacey punched his shoulder.

"Shut up, Robot," she growled and turned back to the crowd, plucking at her shirt for emphasis. "I'm red. And I like Captain America obviously, computers and I've recently got a thing for winning, which...sorry to say, the Red team will be doing this year, so don't anyone get your hopes up." Everything that came out of her mouth was playful and Lacey even added a wink to the guy she heard was on her team. It was surprising that she could get out only three likes, but it wasn't important. She said her piece. That was what mattered. Now she could concentrate on Ari. With that in mind, Lacey shot Oliver a look over her shoulder. He only grinned.

"Sorry to disappoint, midget, but you and I both know who the real champs are," he told her smoothly, grinning at Grayson in particular. "I'm Oliver and I'm on blue. I like winning, sports, and video games."

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Coby played with the hem of her far too short skirt as people introduced themselves. She really didn't care to know all of these people's names and cabin, and she certainly didn't care about the three things that they liked. Coby planted herself back next to Grayson as the masses began to speak up about themselves. She rolled her eyes at Emily's comment. She was fully aware of Grayson and Emily's hatred for one another. Which is Coby's mind made her life a little more fun, actually. Her two best friends were actually enemies.

Coby only looked up when girls were speaking. Not for herself of course, but for Grayson. If she was going to do this whole thing with Gray this summer, she had to act like her normal self. And trying to find Grayson the perfect conquest for the summer was often one of the things that the girl helped with. But so far she wasn't sure about any of these girls. Except maybe the British one. A face of disinterest and distaste was stained across Coby's face. Then the girl yawned, taking the opportunity to be a little rude. Honestly, this whole introductions thing was dumb. If she wanted to know who someone was, she would ask.

Jokingly, the girl leaned against Grayson as if she were going to fall asleep as she continued to listen to people talk. Next, Coby took her opportunity to mock the introductions system. She raised her hand in an attention grabbing kind of way, "I'm Coby Clarkson. Red cabin..." She then went on to make fun of those who had already gone and spoke in a gawky, sarcastic way "I like good books, old movies, and... Oh, my boyfriend." She clapped her hands together as she said this, with a hug fake smile on he face. Then Coby went back to her default position, her hands on her hips, satisfied with her personal jabs at Ari, the British girl, and Lilly.

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Laying on the sofa absent minded , Nathan decided he had nothing but time. Time- the swift, coursing river that churns through a town as the moon rises and the sun sets. It does not embrace distraction, as light and sound do. Instead, it is the graceful swan that floats along with the current. Too good and too pure for anything beyond its little patch of water. The shore would never bother it because it was surrounded by its last serenity. It was one of those slow, pastel sunrises that painted the horizon line by line. They never seemed had colorful sunrises in Santa Fe, but maybe it was because he wasn't looking too hard for one. They had sunsets, yes, of copper and gold and blood red. But the mornings flipped from darkness to pale light with no transitions. It was one of the things he loved most about Camp, the quiet, beautiful dawn.

He noticed people come in, and it was easy to tell their personalities from the manner they entered the room. Some introduced themselves proudly , others waved to friends, others blended into the growing chaos that was the camp media room. It was like a plague, an overpopulation that was slowly encompassing every soul it could grasp. And soon there would be nothing. It wasn't so much of an exaggeration to his mind, but before his secondary though process grasped a hold of the grandiosity, it was a lot less poetic a bit more “teenagers everywhere, can't keep up", But in all his time reading dictionaries from front to back, he has decided to start using writing wisely , creating his words with elegance and ease and that poetic touch, not so much the moronic initial thought.

"-Introductions!" Was the only thing he heard as Adam spoke, and he snapped out of his thoughts to hear the rest of the group describing themselves. Everyone was just about finished when Adam looked directly at Nate.

"Nate? What about you?" Nate lifted his gaze from the window, stopping momentarily to glare at those in the room with eyes as cold and lifeless as steel.

"Nate Goravich." Nate himself couldn't hear the blade-sharp Russian accent that slithered his way into his words, but it was clear to anyone but the boy himself. He paused briefly to assume a more postured position, waiting slightly too long to finish the sentence. "- Red. Fire, fire and fire. Good enough?"

"Good enough" Adam gave a defeated sigh, turning to the rest of the group. "Well, I think that's about everyone."

"Okay, hill walking." Adam rubbed his hands together, pulling out his clipboard, glancing over his writing and facing the group again. "We're hiking up the Mountain Vuena" He leaned out of his chair and pointed to a bulbous mountain, only a five minute walk from their current position. "You're getting lucky I suppose, because it will only be a four hour hike, and no rock climbing at the moment. You will need to wear hiking boots and warm clothing. Preferably pants of some sort."

"For groups..." Adam paused, looking around the room, "Hm, for now it's an odd number. Oh well, I'll only say this once. Group One will be- Nate Goravich, Avelyn Vison, Aaron Addison, Destiny Hill, Eddie Andrews and James Vincze. Group Two will be- Oliver Hale, Audrey Mortenson, Molly Kingsley, Connor Tanabe, Lilliana Baker and Daniel Bailey. Group Three will be- Ariadne Brooks, Coby Clarkson, Lacey Chung, Emily Willis and Grayson Carter. I know they are all a bit strangely numbered, but it is needed for safety."

"Okay everyone! You only have ten minutes to get ready for the walk. Please meet me at the totem pole just a minutes walk from here." Adam pointed at a totem pole, considerably far in the distance.

Nate pushed his body out of the ever-sinking sofa and was the first out the door . It was fast that he arrived at the Red cabin, only to find another person's belongings on his bed. His bed. Quickly shoving them to the floor in a bout of rage, letting the belongings scatter along the floor, he slipped on a hoodie and some battered black jeans from days past, along with thick leather hiking boots his father's money bought. Out the door in a matter of seconds, he arrived at the totem pole with minutes to spare.





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Lacey squeezed Ariadne's hand once more, gently of course, when she heard that they would be in the same group. Of course, she was semi-disappointed that Oliver couldn't be with them to fight off a grizzly bear, but having Grayson as eye candy more than made up for it. She leaned over to whisper in Ari's ear, grinning.

"Hopefully, I don't get lost like I did last year," she jested lightly, recalling her little show of attitude when she decided that she didn't want to deal with the group and snuck off. It didn't do her any good because Adam had to come find her and if the small "detention" she served wasn't enough, Oliver teased her for an entire week for running from a raccoon. It's safe to say that Lacey learned her lesson and knew she was going to follow the group this year. When she stood and gathered her electronics, Oliver smirked.

"Think you can manage for four hours without me, midget?" He inquired and Lacey scoffed.

"Wow, the robot can crack a joke?" she retorted sarcastically and he chuckled. "C'mon, admit it - your life is boring without me. And you really think you can manage without your bestie over there?" Lacey gestured to Grayson inquisitively, eyebrow arched just barely in sign of playfulness. Oliver laughed and glanced over at the rest of the group, his eyes falling slowly on Molly Kingsley. She still seemed to fade away, but knowing they were in the same group caused her to become even more perceptible to his sight. He smiled softly at her before turning back to Lacey.

"I think I'll manage," he replied. Oliver nodded to Ariadne gently, grateful that Adam had enough sense to keep the two girls together. While it was obvious that Lacey was the source of comfort Ari needed, Ariadne was also a crutch for Lacey - a means to keep her grounded and remind her that she didn't have to shut everyone out. Of course, Oliver wasn't the best person to give advice about letting people in, but Lacey never came across to him as someone who should bottle herself up. She deserved to be open. Nodding to Lacey again, he told them both that he would see them in a few at the totem pole.

Lacey turned back to Ari, laptop bag clutched tightly in her hand.

"I'll get come get you at your cabin, kay?" She exclaimed and then headed out. Once at her cabin, Lacey finally moved her suitcase over to the bunk beds. She never had one and upon coming to Camp Liberty, she fell in love with the bottom bunk. Don't ask her why - she's just super weird like that. It was just comfortable and plus, it kept her close to a wall plug. It was probably horrible that she was so dependent on technology when surrounded by nature and what-have-you, but she didn't care. It took a record of five minutes for her to actually find something she liked, which wasn't that much to think about since all they were doing was walking. Lacey braided her hair before sliding the beanie over her head with minutes to spare. After checking her laces and grabbing the earphones for her phone, she left her cabin at a leisurely pace, heading over to the pink cabins.

Meanwhile, Oliver made his way over to the totem pole, dressed and earphones in place. He nodded to Avelyn when he arrived, pointedly ignoring Nate's presence altogether.

"Hey," he said. It wouldn't exactly hurt to start conversation while waiting, right?

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Grayson waited as patiently as he could for introductions to wrap up (which, because he was Grayson, wasn't very patiently at all). He at least did a better job at hiding his irritation than Coby, who, in typical Coby fashion, chose to express her annoyance as visibly and vocally as possible. Not that he could really blame her; some of the people were pretty exasperating. In fact, all introductions had really accomplished (other than to put names to a few new faces) was to remind him how much he disliked certain people *cough cough* Emily Willis and Eddie and Andrews. Anyway, he'd seen what he needed to see, and now he was ready to go. It wasn't that he was looking forward to hill walking, far from it actually, but he knew the sooner he got it over with the sooner he could get on to all the parts of camp he loved-- sneaking out to meet Coby and cause trouble, dragging Oliver out of bed to play video games at ungodly hours, etc, etc.

Finally Adam announced what the day's hike would entail, and Grayson was none was too pleased. Four hours? Of walking?! It was his idea of hell. His father owned several luxury sports cars, and our spoiled little rich boy never walked a step further than he had to. He didn't want to come off as weak, but frankly, he wasn't sure he could make it four hours. Deciding he'd cross that bridge when he came to it, he listened as Adam listed off the smaller groups. "...Group Three will be Ariadne Brooks, Coby Clarkson, Lacey Chung, Emily Willis and Grayson Carter." It's difficult to describe the roller coaster of emotions Grayson experienced in the reading of those five names. Needless to say he was excited to have Coby in his group (How do you spell trouble? C-O-B-Y-AND-G-R-A-Y), and he was glad to have Ari and Lacey, too...but Emily? Emily? Camp Liberty was supposed to be a vacation from school; how the hell was he going to enjoy it with the Newport High Harpy (as Grayson had so fondly named her) squawking about her nails and her shoes and whatever else the whole damn hike? Not to mention, where was the testosterone in the group? Where was his bro Oliver? Well, it'd be a lie to say Grayson wasn't pretty damn excited to be the only guy in a group of 3 very pretty girls (and 1 intolerable lipsticked pig), but still, he hadn't seen his friend for ages, and he'd been counting on catching up with him on the hike. Ah well, that just gave him an excuse to pester Oliver later.

Throughout the listing of the groups, Grayson kept his characteristic smirk on his face. Sure he was still miffed by the Emily thing and bummed to be without one of his best friends, but he damn sure wasn't going to show it. Grayson didn't spend much time with his father, but the man had given him one great piece of advice: Never let them see you sweat. Playing it cool, Grayson sauntered out of the media room and made his way back to the blue cabin. Most people chose to hike in grungy t-shirts and torn jeans, but not Grayson. Just because you were surrounded by primitive nature didn't mean you had to dress like it, right? After switching out his button-down shirt and suede jacket for a dark blue polo and preppy hoodie, he strode over to the mirror and took a look at himself, partly to make sure everything matched, but mostly because the egotistical Mr. Carter really couldn't go more than half an hour without checking himself out in a reflective surface. After mussing up his styled 'do to give it that casual (but totally fake) "windswept" look, Grayson strode out of the cabin and down to the totem pole to meet up with the others. No one from his group had arrived yet (women, right? They took ages to get ready. Not that pretty boy Grayson was really one to judge...) and he passed the time by pulling jelly beans out of his jeans pockets (he always had candy on his person), tossing them up into the air, and catching them in his mouth. Leave it to Grayson to show off even when no one was looking.

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Avelyn thought she heard some noise behind her when walking to the totem pole, but figured it was just someone dying. Well not dying, more like getting yelled at by Coby or something else similar to death. I swore Destiny was here a second ago she thought while leaning against the Native looking totem pole. One could easily tell that the pole was very much American made by how stereotypical it looked however.
"Hey" she heard a familiar voice say, and looking up she found that the person talking to her was Oliver.
"Oh hi. How's it going so far? Introductions make everyone want to blow their head off it seems. And these groups? Not that I'm totally complaining, but I'm pretty sure Adam..." her voice got quiet as she trailed off "Is trying to kill us" she finished, motioning towards Nate. Nate looked the same as always. Distant and deadly. On second thought, that sounds more like a book title.
"If I don't make it back, you'll know why" she sighed. The rattling noise coming from the cabins didn't seem to stop, but again - Camp Liberty always had something happening. Avelyn pulled her black iPhone from her pocket and plugged in her matching ear buds. Sticking one of the buds in her ear, and pressing play on "Nobody's Fool" by Cinderella, she looked back at Oliver.
"Did you have a good...year? Away from camp I mean" she asked softly, looking around at the camp. She spotted Grayson on his way to the totem pole. Blonde rich boy was wearing preppy rich white boy things. Avelyn could never say she didn't appreciate nice clothes, but if she didn't know Grayson, from afar he looked rather...flamboyant. She wondered if he ever had to work a day in his life. Having rich parents may be nice, but to Avelyn money was just an object. Money never felt like a good thing to her. It corrupts people, makes you greedy - and it's a sad reality that more people care about money than one another. Avelyn fought the urge to dramatically lip sync the words of the old song as she usually did at home, and settled with tapping her fingers against the wooden totem pole. Being outside in longs sleeve she felt uncomfortably warm. Last year she regretted not dressing warm enough on these hill walking expeditions, because as soon as you started getting higher, you would start getting colder.
Another figure was finally in eyesight, and Avelyn waved at Molly. She always found Molly to be a rather cute girl, and her love of books to be endearing.
" Hey Molly!" Avelyn smiled.



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Molly seemed like a nice girl to Audrey. She was small, sweet and shy. Everything that made her innocent was what she had. She was a major bookworm and didn't seem that interested in all the "girly" things this society offered everyone. Even though it doesn't seem like it, Audrey does indeed love books. She's read books to get her away from the real world. Some high fantasy novel to make her escape and enter her own world of imagination. It really was quite fun, you just need the craziness and patience to deal with it.

While she waited for Molly to reply (which she seemed quite shocked that Audrey had even gone over to talk to the girl) Audrey caught on to what one girl was saying in her introduction. "I'm Coby Clarkson. Red cabin..." The girl then stopped and she then began to speak in a high-pitched sarcastic tone, "I like good books, old movies, and... Oh, my boyfriend." It was then that Audrey decided she didn't like this girl either, In fact, she felt her tolerance level for annoying people shorten... almost as short as the mini-skirt this girl was wearing. What did she say her name was? Colby? Something like that. Anyway, not that Audrey cared. Audrey let out a loud huff at the girl and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, turning all her attention towards and Molly and choosing to ignore the girl and hoping she caught on that no one thought she was funny. At least, Audrey didn't think it was.

"Fiction, mostly," Molly replied in a hushed whisper, "But I read all kinds of things...biographies, histories, memoirs, almanacs, medical textbooks...anything interesting, really..." She then seemed quite nervous, toying with that little necklace of hers around her neck. "I could lend you something. Y-you know, if you like," It was then Audrey's turn to pause. When was the last time she actually read a book? Sure, she's read a few in school, but that was only because the whole class was required to do so. Not like any of the books they read in class were actually books she liked. Audrey just hadn't gotten the time to get her hands on a good book these days, and it was refreshing to hear the offer of reading a book she actually enjoyed.

Audrey then realized that she had yet to reply to Molly. Her mind drifted away in thought. She then nodded and gave out a soft "Mhm", indicating that she would like to borrow a book sometime. What could be so bad about reading a nice book?

The room then fell quiet as Adam started to speak. He wrapped up the introductions and explained the first camping activity. "You're getting lucky I suppose, because it will only be a four hour hike, and no rock climbing at the moment. You will need to wear hiking boots and warm clothing. Preferably pants of some sort."

Four hour hike?

That's, like, two hours times two. That's half an entire average school day. That's more then what Audrey is used to. She could practically hear the thoughts and complaints running through everybody's head as he said this. Maybe not. Maybe there was someone in this room that actually liked walking for four hours. Defiantly not Audrey.

"For groups..." Adam stopped, glancing around the room at everybody, "Hm, for now it's an odd number. Oh well, I'll only say this once. Group One will be- Nate Goravich, Avelyn Vison, Aaron Addison, Destiny Hill, Eddie Andrews and James Vincze. Group Two will be- Oliver Hale, Audrey Mortenson, Molly Kingsley, Connor Tanabe and Lilliana Baker. Group Three will be- Ariadne Brooks, Coby Clarkson, Lacey Chung, Emily Willis and Grayson Carter. I know they are all a bit strangely numbered, but it is needed for safety."

Well, at least she was with this Molly girl and not any of the other girls she's decided she doesn't like already. So she wasn't complaining about this part. Audrey watched as everyone began to leave the room, following Audrey slowly behind. Audrey quickly grabbed her hat and sunglasses from the table she had sat them on before and followed out of the Media Room behind everybody. Boy, she could already feel the excitement throughout the room...

Audrey then made her way up to the Pink Cabin while looking down at the ground as she walked on and swinging her hat back and forth in her hand. She soon made it to her cabin and saw her belongings still placed up against the door. She quickly grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder as she took her suitcase and dragged it on inside behind her. She glanced around at all the bunk beds and spotted one in one of the corners. She scrambled over to the bed and placed her purse on the top bunk so everyone who comes in will know that the top bed is now taken by herself. Audrey then set her suitcase on the floor and picked out her walking outfit and quickly changed. She decided on something snug and warm. She then zipped her suitcase back up and stuck it underneath the bed.

Audrey then adjusted her jacket and dragged out her colourful napsac. She stuffed a full water bottle in there, her sunglasses, some sunscreen and bug spray and her sunglasses that she decided she wouldn't wear, but put in there just in case. She then slung the bag over her back and tightened her ponytail before exiting the cabin. The cabin itself didn't look too bad, either.

Audrey began her walk over to the totem pole where she saw a few other people have already gathered there as well, including Nate. She didn't say anything to him as she passed him, but instead kept her distance and looked back at him. He seemed like he didn't want to be here, and true, Audrey didn't really either but at least she didn't show it. She widened her eyes a bit and continued walking.

Audrey's eyes then landed on this other guy, who seemed occupied by these jelly beans he had. A blond guy. She remembered his name. Grayson or something like that. She smirked as she saw him tossing jelly beans in the air and letting them fall back down into his mouth. She couldn't tell if he was showing off or just minding his own business. Whichever one it was, he still had jelly beans... and jelly beans were yummy.

"Hey, you." She said to him as she neared him, pointing her finger out towards him. "Grayson, right?" She asked, although she was almost sure that it was indeed Grayson. Leave it to Audrey to start up conversations with people she hardly knew. She then stopped once she stood beside the guy and looked up at him with her one hand held out flat in front of her. "Mind sharing?" She asked with her outstretched hand still in front of her as she waited for a reply.





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Coby ignored the rest of the introductions and instructions. She stood back with her arms over her chest and tapped her foot in a stereotypical Coby kind of way. Her blonde hair was strewn over her shoulder and her face was filled with the highest quality of boredom. She was so fed up that she failed to even take note of who was in her group. All she heard were the names that mattered. First, there was herself. Then Grayson. And of course Emily. She was more than pleased with that combination, though she was sure at one point her two besties wouldn't be able to stand each other. it was a four hour hike after all.

Seeing everyone else make their exits, she followed suit but acted as if she had started the parade. Her walk was confident as she strutted to the Red cabin. On the way there was fiasco with the door of the boys cabin. She ignored what ever it was that was happening. Coby wouldn't have wanted to help anyway.

Once she was at her cabin she dug through her suitcase, searching for the perfect combination of walkable and flirtable. She may be a little wild in her attire, but that didn't mean that she had no idea what to wear for a hike. Then she thought of the perfect outfit. Her shirt was a sheer black material that her bright red and pink bikini would show through perfectly. Her pants were long skinny jeans that were black with a silver pin strip. She had a form fitting sweatshirt that was plain black and her hiking boots, which were a combination of black, red, brown with silver laces. Perfectly ready to go, with her make-up touched up and her hair brushed through, Coby headed toward the meeting spot.

She then turned to the girl and shrugged her shoulders while saying "Sorry, love, you've got to be quicker than that."
It was there that a collection of campers were already standing, waiting to get the day going. She sighed, thinking about how long this hike was going to be. But then the little devil spotted Grayson, doing his own thing not saying a word to anyone. She smiled seeing Grayson chewing on some candy, how typical of him. The British girl that Coby had no idea was, came up to him and started talking. Coby ignored her. So, being Coby, she sneaked up behind him, then went in for the kill. She launched her hand into his pants pocket, grabbed a couple of the jelly beans and with success stuffed them into her mouth. "Mmm!" She exclaimed, spinning around to face him now, laughter coming from her mouth.

She then turned to the British girl and said, "Sorry, love, but you've got to be quicker than that." With a prissy little smirk. Coby was just playing, but most people didn't understand that.

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Grayson had just caught his seventh jelly bean in a row (and was going for his eighth) when the high, clear call of Audrey Mortenson reached his ears. "Hey, you." He wasn't sure who she was talking to, but because Grayson considered himself a vastly interesting person and the type who attracts all kinds of attention, he could only assume she was speaking to him. He looked to be sure, and, in the process, missed the jelly bean he'd tossed, which landed unceremoniously at his feet. His streak broken, he scanned the clearing to find the source of the voice that had so rudely broken his concentration. His eyes landed on a girl with a colorful nap sack and some very pink pants making her way towards him, and he racked his brain for her name. Aubrey? No, Audrey...the one who liked music or kittens or something. He couldn't remember the details exactly, but it was pretty easy to tell by the way she was dressed, and her bubbly air of confidence, which color she was in. "Grayson, right?" she asked, coming up beside him with her hand outstretched. He gave a slight nod, his eyes now on her open palm. "Mind sharing?" she said, referencing the jelly beans, and Grayson smirked. Well, she was forward, wasn't she? He certainly seemed to attract that type. "Sure," he answered, producing a handful from his pocket. He separated a few beans from the bunch, leaving the cherry ones (his favorites) for himself. "Go on," he said, "pick your poison."

Just as he was preparing to tip the jelly beans into Audrey's hand, he heard a giggle behind him, immediately followed by the sensation of someone moving their hand (none too gently or discreetly) into his pants' pocket. Grayson knew only one girl crazy enough to pull a stunt like that, and he had a feeling the blonde devil was behind him at this very moment. I mean, any other person shoves their hand into your pocket and it is, at best, uncomfortable and, at worst, a form of assault, but Coby and Grayson...well, let's just say the circumstances were a little...different. The pair were infamous for their crass behavior and open flirtation, and as far as Grayson was concerned, camp just wasn't camp without Coby making some kind of scene. He laughed along with her as she withdrew her hand, waving her closed fist in front of his face triumphantly before popping the jelly beans into her mouth. "Mmm!" she exclaimed, seeming extremely pleased with herself as she munched on the sugary candy. Grayson made a big show of rolling his eyes, reaching into his pocket to get a few more jelly beans for himself. "Nice one, Coby...but now you owe me," he teased, tossing another jelly bean into the air and catching it neatly on his tongue.

Coby, however, was too preoccupied with marking her territory to respond to his comment. "Sorry, love, but you've got to be quicker than that," she sneered, wearing her trademark expression of faux sweetness and venomous spite. She liked to tease, but Grayson also knew she could be domineering and even possessive; she liked people to know she was in charge. He didn't know Audrey well enough to know how she'd take Coby's "teasing", so he took it upon himself to diffuse the tension. "Take it easy, Coby; there's plenty to go around," he smirked, his suggestive tone making it perfectly clear he wasn't just talking about jelly beans.

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Audrey always was the type of person that gets straight to the point. No questions, no stutters and no excuses. She liked to get things done simple and as quickly as she could. So there she stood beside this guy, offering her hand out as she waited for him to pull out his stack of more jelly beans. She only smiled softly as she waited patiently for him to dig out the jelly beans and take the red ones out of the group of jelly beans he now offered in his hand to her.

"Go on," he said casually, "pick your poison."

"Okay. I'll just take--" She said before she was interrupted by Grayson spinning around and coming face to face with the other blonde girl, Coby. She watched as they both laughed at each other and as Coby stuffed the jelly beans into her mouth. Audrey sighed, watching them while she rubbed the side of her nose gently with her hand. This was something she did when she was annoyed... or when she just felt like tearing someone's head off. "Funny." Audrey mumbled quietly to herself as she continued watching the two fool around.

Now, Audrey didn't have any siblings and she especially didn't know how to "play fight" and how to tell the difference between jokes and insults. And right now, this Coby girl seemed like she was playing with Audrey's nerves. Audrey's eyes scanned over this girl as she continued rubbing her nose. Form fitting top, skinny jeans and eye-catching laces. This girl seemed like she took "Dress to Impress" quite literally. Did she always choose to dress up like this?

"Sorry, love, but you've got to be quicker than that." Coby said with this trade mark smirk of hers. Audrey stood up straighter and looked at the girl, bringing both her hands down to her hips. Audrey snickered as she scanned her eyes over the girl again. "And it looks like you have to be quicker at buying clothes that are in your size, love." Audrey said in the same tone as the girl, making her best American accent as she did so. Audrey smirked back at the girl then looked back over at Grayson, not even catching on to what he said before.

"It's alright. I'll manage. You two can have your own little feast. I'll come back and get some jelly beans off of ya' some other time, 'mmkay?" She said sweetly as she smiled and gave a small wink to the guy. Her smile then faded back into a smirk as she glanced over at Coby one last time before turning away. There. Audrey started walking away from the group in the most confident walk she's probably ever managed as she made her way beside the totem pole. Let that one sink into that Coby girl. Maybe she'll get the idea to cut back on the bitch flakes tomorrow morning... because Audrey wasn't one to play silly little mind games.

Audrey made her way up to the totem pole and stood by it, leaning onto it slightly. She rubbed her cheek with her hand, already feeling exhausted... even though they haven't even started yet. She swiftly slid her napsac off of her shoulders and sat down cross-legged onto the grass. She put her bag in her lap and opened it up. She then slipped out her water bottle, taking a big gulp of water from it. Audrey wasn't usually one to get so tired so fast, but she could already feel the exhaustment of the entire week just having to deal with the people around her. Fun.






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Emily busily ruffles through her suitcase, she was left with the bottom bunk in the Pink cabin. In a way she thanked the person who stole the top bunk because of her rare sleepwalking. This way if she did sleepwalk then she would fall off and break something. She didn't want to be the last to the totem pole, but in a way it would of been lucky if she was left behind. Then she wouldn't have to walk for FOUR HOURS. If there was something in the world that Emily did not like about Camp was the walks, sure she was fit and a gymnast. But does that really excuse the reason to ruin a good pair of shoes. Unfortunately Emily did not have the option to stay behind so she has to suck it up and get on with it. It is going to be hard to do that considering her walking group, sure there is Coby to talk to. But most likely she will be attached to Grayson. That leaves herself, Audrey, Ariadne and Lacey. Great, the bitch parade cometh. Assembling her outfit for the walk she quickly gets changed, changing her belly piercing to match her outfit. Emily cannot be bothered walking with the others, so she will run. Or even try to get infront of the others either way, to avoid a minefield one must take the initiative to stay away. She takes her phone and grabs a pair of earphones from her suitcase putting them in her pocket. Taking a look in the mirror in her cabins bathroom she smiles, "Girls, hide your boyfriends."

Walking out of the cabin, leaving her bunk covered in her clothes Emily takes two deep breaths. She makes her way to the totem pole where the others have already assembled, then she sees Oliver Hale. Suddenly Emily almost loses her balance while walking but quickly catches herself, making sure that no one saw her mishap she quickly makes her way to the centre of the crowd with her head down. I never lose my balance! Get your head together girl!. She then bumps into a figure, male by the frame. Slowly she looks up and right in her face is Nate, the scariest person in camp, but Emily just found him to be misunderstood, even though he did seem like a serial killer. Returning back to her normal attitude she apologizes to Nate, "Oh sorry about that, didn't see you there." She pauses as she notices his fully black clothing in the bright sunlight. Emily stays quiet, yet shows a tiny smile of hers to put off that she wasn't afraid.



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After a few minutes, he gave up on the door and just grabbed his guitar. When he heard
knocking just as he grabbed his guitar, he ran back to the door. He tried to get it open, as
the person on the other end did as well. It wasn't even going to budge. He was getting so
frustrated that he was ready to break his guitar on the fricken door. He had put his guitar
case on his back, almost lake a backpack. He didn't hear much from the other side, just
mumbling. He couldn't even comprehend why the door would get jammed in the first place.
Stupid fricken door. Stupid fricken camp.
He thought to himself still working with the door,
trying as hard as he could to get it open. He then heard an new voice come to the door.

This voice was of a male while the first one was from a female. He wondered who these
people were. Who would be nice enough to help him and adept enough to hear his banging?
He thought he would be alone at most of the time during this camp experience. He didn't
know what to think now though. Everyone that he had met... well... kind of met, has been
very nice. Except for that psychopath named Nate. He was afraid the larger male would
just end him while he was sleeping if he did something wrong. Deathly afraid to even sleep
in the same cabin as the male now from what he has seen of his character. Scary.

As the door slowly lodged it's way out Aaron backed up and got a running start and the
door flung open, pushing the male over to the side and throwing himself and the girl off
of the porch together. He was still disoriented but he found his hands on either side of
the woman's head and his knees on either side of the woman's legs. He couldn't comprehend
the mistake he had just made. He looked down at the girl as she looked up at him. "Uh...
I'm... uh... I'm so sorry."
He managed to get out before getting up, helping the girl up then
walking away with his head down and his guitar on his back. He found the Totem pole after a while
and took a seat a little ways away, still embarrassed about the entire ordeal that went on earlier.

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"Oh not much. The year is boring, that's why I come here I guess. Just work and school. Not very fun. At least I graduated now." she said in response to his question.
"Crazy hike today, huh? Hope Adam knows what he's getting us into." Molly said, making Avelyn nod in agreement. 4 hours for their first hike was crazy. Borderline insane. When Oliver said that he'll "watch Molly's back" Avelyn found herself laughing. She quickly stopped in fear of looking plain ol' crazy.
"Are you sure her back is the only thing you'll be watching? I'd keep an eye on him Molly" she joked, waving at Eddie when he came by. She was surprised at how...social she was being. Camp really did make her feel at ease it seemed. Grayson had girls on his jock in the distance, something that wasn't uncommon.
"I feel as if Adam should cut us a little slack since it's the first day back. I mean seriously, four hours? The most work I've done since last summer is lifting heavy text books" Avelyn sighed, noticing Aaron come up the path with his head hung low. She saw the guitar on his back, and lifted a brow. Hiking with that thing will be hell she thought before turning back to the little group of people she was talking to. Avelyn was sure that they would get plenty of chances to talk on the way up the mountain. Thinking of people to talk to, Destiny still hadn't arrived at the totem pole. Neither had the other guy, James.
Even though Avelyn complained about going up the mountain, she really saw the importance in doing it. You had to rely on one another. It was a good team building activity, even though she didn't want to admit it. Mountain climbing required them to communicate with one another, mainly to make sure one of them didn't die. It seems if they were going to die, it wouldn't be because of nature though. She puzzled herself with why she always thought of Nate in those worst kind of ways. He never did anything to her, other than kill her with his glare. Maybe it was because his eyes were like her Moms. Cold. Dark. Relentless. When Emily bumped into the guy, secretly Avelyn was praying to whatever god there was that the girl didn't die. There were few minutes left until they had to begin their journey up the mountain and honestly Avelyn was happy that she was doing something other than taking care of her god forbidden Mother.





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Dan heard his name being called, and glanced over to the side at the big group next to him. It was James asking him to go over. What the heck? He didn’t want….

Scrap that, he did kind of want to. His feet were already moving towards the group anyway. He stood on the fringes, looking around. He moved over to stand near to Destiny and James, gave his mouse a flick on the ear, then chuckled and left her alone. She looked a little flustered, and though he did tease and pick on her a lot, he had grown slightly fond of her. He’d give her a tiny break. She was defiantly not going to be let off lightly this summer though.

Destiny flinched as Dan flicked her ear, but said nothing to him. She wasn’t feeling too embarrassed now, and she was rather occupied with thinking about the walk anyway. She did rather enjoy walking, and she was pleased with her hill walking group. It was full of almost nice people, although she was trying not to think about Nate. However, she wasn’t too sure how well she would cope with 4 hours of walking. She didn’t go out walking on a regular basis, especially not up hills. And especially not for four hours.

Dan sighed, and turned to James, begrudgingly deciding to start up conversation. “So, looking forward to hill walking?” He asked, trying to remember who was in his group as he scanned the crowd. They seemed like an alright bunch, but he guessed that he would soon find out if he was right or not. He himself wasn’t dreading hill walking too much – he didn’t like it, but hopefully he wouldn’t get as tired as some of the others.