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Lacey Chung

"Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high."

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a character in “Camp Liberty”, as played by chanelindistress

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N U R Y S
J O H N S O N


☽ “You can't touch a woman who wears pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.” ☾

I Bring Me || Star Cast /|\ CRZY || Kehlani /|\ 2 On || Tinashe

Fᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ xo_franny_xo
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #C35817
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #730800



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Image✦Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ✦
Nurys Tatiana Johnson

✧Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ✧
Nury {Beloved; only by baby Kat} || Rysie (pronounced like Reese) or Reese's Cup {Common; liked well enough}

✦Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ & Sᴛᴀʀ Sɪɢɴ✦
November 6th & Scorpio

✧Aɢᴇ✧
18

✦Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ✦
50% African American of Unknown African Descent || 50% Portuguese

✧Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & Mᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs✧
Pansexual & TBA

✦Rᴏʟᴇ✦
The Rebel

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Image✧Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ & Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ✧
5'5 & 115 lbs

✦Lᴏᴏᴋs✦
While Nurys bemoans the lack of the naturally well-endowed bust line her mother once boasted, it is impossible to acknowledge that she possesses rather striking, attractive features. Nurys totes a rather notable sex appeal even without the inclusion of the dark leather, figure-hugging, or even bodysuits that make up the majority of her wardrobe, and her soft curves and complexion are both traits inherited from her mother. Her hair is too - this wild, seemingly untamed mane of luscious honey curls that once possessed more brown than blonde that she wears boldly. Her dark olive green eyes and affinity for tattoos, though, are surprisingly from her father, inheritances she doesn't care to thank him for. And while they're not particularly favored by her caretaker nor the faculty at Constance, the tattoos that mar what would be smooth, baby soft peanut-butter brown skin do not detract from Nurys' beauty. They might add more fuel to the flames that are the judgments toward her person, but if there's anything that anyone can't say, it is that Nurys isn't pretty. That would be a bold-faced lie. There's also some nipple piercings that drove Michelle up the wall, but it's not like they're anything to concern oneself with if one hasn't seen them.

✧Sᴛʏʟᴇ✧
Nurys' clothes are both edgy and urban with an occasional splash of athleisure that Nurys will forever be comfortable with. Whether a look consists of a baggy top with a tighter-fitted bottom, or vice versa, Nurys' objective is to always have the goods emphasized, but also have her look be suitable for chilling out as well. At school, she is known for fishnet or dark printed tights beneath pencil skirts that threaten to be a touch indecent just because she knows she can, or black leather accents and a jewel tone accessory. Outside of that, however, is where her easy yet fashionable side comes to play: bodysuits or crop tops paired with either loose jeans or sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers; body-con dresses with textured bomber jackets and thigh-high boots, or lace-up two-piece sets with stilettos. Regardless of whatever the outfit consists of, someone's going to be watching. And even on her down time, Nurys is always prepared to be seen.

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XXXCunning ✦ Egotistical ✧ Audacious ✦ Manipulative ✧ Resilient
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i. It would be a fool to underestimate how intimidatingly smart Nurys truly is or how stealthy. For as much as one could speculate that her graduating this year instead of last year as she should have is indicative of her level of intelligence, Nurys possesses the sharp mind of a take-no-nonsense individual who's main priority is that of herself and anyone she deeply cares about. As the saying goes, Nurys was thrown to wolves and there's no denying that with her indomitable nature, at some point, she became the leader of the pack. She's vicious and cutthroat when she feels that she needs to be, especially when in pursuit of her goals or taking care of what is hers, and doesn't feel an ounce of guilt for playing dirty in order to achieve what she believes is her destiny. Nurys is not one to fear the dark side; she's already seen and experienced it. And reading her at all? Impossible with that poker face.

ii. No one can deny talent. No one can deny attractiveness. It would be pathetic to do so because it speaks to a deep, underlying insecurity that one might not want to have someone call them on. With that being said, there is no denying either when it comes to Nurys. She would not have lured a good number of clients that once belonged to one of Michelle's employees into her own chair at the shop if she did not have the ability to weave magic into tresses that are either theirs or not theirs. She would not have gained the followers that she has on social media or the confidence from one of Michelle's celebrity clients who have heard her sing if there wasn't something in her that bespeaks future success. With that being said, while it is beneficial for Nurys to have surround herself in an impenetrable tower of self-confidence, the foundation is built upon an arrogance that was constructed at a tender age when she realized how powerful she could be. When people continually validated the sway - the siren call - of her vocal chords. Nurys doesn't see it as much to fret over nor does she seem to be affected by the negative attention her ego receives. To her, the limelight at school isn't what belongs to her. The one on center stage in a sold-out arena does and she knows it, so everyone else should as well. And if they don't, they will.

iii. Just as people would say that there's always a party of some sort when wild, sexy Nurys comes into the picture, they also complain - and joking though their tones may be, there is truth in jesting - that you can't take her anywhere. Nurys falls with the explanation that she's too "hood for these bougie heuxes," and to some extent, she's correct. Nurys does not always filter herself, she's bold in pretty much everything she does, and if there's a loud and crazy crowd ready to fuck shit up, nine times out of ten that crowd will include Nurys. She's fun-loving and while select in those she actually develops close relationships, Nurys is sociable when it comes to big crowds, able to weave her way through different peoples because of this untouchable, magnetic shine to her demeanor. There's still the part where Nurys has a thing against authority figures and testing people with how purposefully petty and abrasive she can be, but she doesn't like talking about it, not deeply, of course.

iv. While everything that the light touches in the halls of Constance Billard belong irrevocably to Clara Chase, there are echoes of Nurys' own influence in the dark corners that relishes. Nurys' own brand of self-assured swagger and easy smiles, while combined with traits others would call less than stellar, are paramount in her being able to get what she wants from whoever she wants it from. For Nurys, she calls it simply her tending to have that effect on people, this ability to inspire lust and obedience from others because of coquettish smiles, bold gestures, and silky sonnets with much more sensuous undertones. Others will note that they're just weapons in using people, which Nurys has no shame in. If a particular relationship benefits her end goal, then so be it, Nurys just has to lay on the charm. And being the type of girl who doesn't take no for an answer, she's more than likely going to get what she wants, even if she has to use somebody else or make plans to play dirty.

v. At the end of the day, no matter what anyone who doesn't like her has to say, there has to be some thick skin on this girl for her to remain as driven and not crushed by the weight of her last eighteen years as she is. There has to be some steel beneath the silk of the skin she cares for daily for the easy laughs, chill and unbothered vibes, and the fearless way in which she gives herself to those Nurys actually gets into a relationship with. For all that that sleek seduction and lazy flirtationships she gets involved in, the one thing no one can say is that Nurys doesn't know what loyalty and faithfulness is. It's what she requires from others and she might serve herself at the end of the day, but if she's given herself to another individual, then serving herself means keeping them happy, and loyalty is happiness. Nevertheless, there has to be some kind of inner strength within her that allows her to still want what she wants, work for it, and still find the time to enjoy the simple things like the video games she plays or the times she spends with Michelle's granddaughter. You don't go through what Nurys has without some form of resilience and just like her voice and eye for fashion, that's just another thing Nurys has acquired from her mother, begrudgingly.

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Above all things, Nurys' number one passion in the world is singing. As much as it comes with bad memories, it's been an outlet she can't let go of and a talent she can't help but see herself succeed with. Fashion comes as a close second. Nurys wants all that her mother couldn't fully gain: taking center stage, the fame, money, influence and overall security. It's probably a good thing that Nurys has a pretty quick metabolism because she has a deep love for junk food, but particular flaming hot cheetos, burrito bowls from chipotle mexican grill, and brownies. As much as it might clash with her "real thug shit," Nurys never fails to enjoy herself when spending time with Katiana, the toddler in her terrible twos who demands Nurys' attention when she's home. No matter how hard Nurys might be, or how distracted she might be by her own pursuits, at the end of the day, she does appreciate those who are either loved ones or family, especially her little brother. She's stilll likes having a good time and doing things her way, which entails hard liquor and partying. But never let it be said that she's not a bit of a dork with her love for anything Marvel, particularly Deadpool, and video games.

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If there are two things that are sure to piss Nurys off if you continually do them, they would be to either ask questions about her mother, in which case she might nonchalantly mention that the woman is dead, or be compared to her mother, which will be met the first time with an eye roll. She can't be held responsible for what happens the third time. Nurys likes people to recognize that yes, because of genetics she's going to look like her mother, and because of those same genetics her vocals remind people of her. But she is not her mother; she's not weak and needs to partake in the abuse of substances other than alcohol like that woman did. Not only could they damage her vocal chords, but Nurys has seen what addiction looks like and she's going nowhere near it. She also has a deep, abiding hatred for crying where, no, she won't catch a fit for doing it, but it's not her thing. She hates being emotional. It's exhausting. She also dislikes her father and has issues with abandonment that she won't discuss unless with the right person. And she definitely hates people thinking that her promiscuity means she can't be in a relationship because, yes, she does like sex. But Nurys is nothing but loyal and though she serves herself, serving herself also includes keeping her people happy and faithfulness is happiness in any relationship. She's selfish, but she's not that selfish.

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i. singing - During the nineties, her mother had pipes for days and while Nurys has noted that she doesn't have the full belting power that her mother possessed, there's a reason why people have likened her vocals to that of a siren. She possesses a raw talent when it comes to performing and putting on a show, and she didn't need any classical training or mommy and daddy's money in order to acquire it. It just is and what also needs to be is her getting fame and success from it. She was given the gift for a reason. She's also rather talented at songwriting and writing in general, the latter of which exasperates professors because for as much as she drives them crazy, she obviously holds a lot of academic promise for someone who has been in her situation.

ii. needle-and-thread - To be honest, it started off as a skill set acquired for the sake of survival and not looking a mess. Until Nurys realized that she was pretty good with a sewing machine, while also handling a regular needle and thread. Give her some fabric and let her look at something she sketched, and Nurys is able to create original pieces for various shapes and sizes. At this point, she figures that she can't just get into the industry with singing and being sexy; she has to be an entire brand with more than the two aforementioned. Which is why she started her own small line, which can be seen and followed via Instagram.

iii. deceit - There's a reason why a very few and select group of individuals in this world can tell when Nurys is lying, and why theft is one of the things one can't see on her record. She learned young in order to hide her emotions and has been noted for having blank expressions even when she's inwardly seething. It's not good, but Nurys figures that a lot of things in this world aren't good and people learn to deal with them.

iv. combat - This is nothing big, no extensive training other than what one would earn from living out past curfew and having less than savory friends who wound up getting you involved once they pissed someone off. Nurys' skill here is mainly street-fighting. She doesn't believe in the weak foolishness of just sending haphazard slaps and pulling hair; she has a rather impressive guard and a mean right hook, and has won a good number of fights in her day. Michelle thinks she can put it to good use and get some lessons, but Nurys has also told her to bite her and goes a few rounds with the punching bag in Michelle's son's old room.


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i. ego - Well, what more is there to say? She is what she is and Nurys makes no excuses, so she doesn't necessarily believe there is any reason to be insecure when you're her. It's safe to say there's probably not much humility here, though she can fake it when she wants to impress people. But when people constantly adore your voice and say how they really can feel everything you've been through with it, combined with the fact that you already know that you're gorgeous, arrogance is born. So much so that Nurys believes whole-heartedly that she's meant to be an admired talent and deserves it; deserves the praise, applause, fans and everything she doesn't have now. She just does and yeah, it's annoying to some, but those who know and love her know that they'll reap the benefit of it all too, so there's no need to complain.

ii. collateral damage - Nurys can be a good schemer. Better than good, even. Excellent, in fact. Because she's developed such a good poker face herself, she's astute at reading the people around her to best get her revenge (or someone else's revenge) or simply plot against them if it gets her to where she needs to. With that being said, she doesn't always anticipates who gets hurt when she makes her plans or moves, resulting in someone she thinks of herself as friendly with or even a loved one being upset with her. Sometimes, they're being upset makes no difference; for those who really love her, they eventually can't hate her forever because she's lovable and in her mind, they get over it. She doesn't take into account that they might still hurt from her actions.

iii. abandonment issues - She doesn't call them issues. Nurys says that the people who want to be in your life will make an effort in order to be in your lives and it should be as simple as that. However, she does have abandonment issues, which is why - despite how tough she is - she has at least once stayed in an abusive relationship, just because she secretly does not like the idea of someone not wanting her. Of people who are supposed to love her and say that they do leaving her behind. It's happened enough times, which is why when Nurys actually gets into relationships or becomes involved with someone to the point of them even being best friends, she gives her all to the cause. No half-assing nothing. It's also why she wasn't about admitting that her brother needed more than just her to deal with his bipolar depression; she still doesn't want to acknowledge that his past issues had anything to do with that and instead wants to believe that they happened because she wasn't there to watch out for him.

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Image✦Christina Johnson || Biological Mother || 29 {when she died} || Deceased✦
This is probably the most complicated relationship Nurys has and it sucks because one half of what would make it is dead. Nurys will call her mother selfish and pathetic in her head, while just telling everyone else that she's dead. She'll even admit her mom had an overdose. And she hates her for it - for leaving her to fend for herself in a world Christina knew was cold because she couldn't stay in it. However, as much as she resents her and gets aggravated at being compared to the older woman, can't no one talk shit about her mother except Nurys.

✧Aleixo Bonifacio || Biological Father || 43 || Undisclosed Location✧
At least Nurys acknowledges that her mother existed, feels a range of emotions for her. Her father has only warranted nothing but apathy. He was too selfish to let her and her brother go with Michelle when they could have, and then abandoned them when it felt like too much responsibility, particularly because at least one of the kids wasn't his. To this day, Nurys has no idea where he is and doesn't care to know. He'd only be coming for the sake of the money they could make off of her anyway.

✦ Michelle DuBois || Godmother & Legal Guardian || 41 || Founder and Head Stylist of DuBois Couture Hair✦
This is the only other complicated relationship Nurys has outside of the ones with her brother and mother. Her father's is rather simple; she has no love for him in her heart anymore. With Michelle, it's different. On the one hand, Nurys appreciates her. When Nurys ran away for a year with Ivan, they came to find Michelle and Michelle took them in with tears of relief in her eyes and love in her heart. She gave them their own bedrooms, which was a luxury neither had ever known. She clothed them, fed them, and when the law came after them for having run away, she fought to keep them and got them into a rather impressive institution,if Constance's legacy is anything to go by. And she supports Nurys' desire to get into the industry and has even let her meet a few of her high-end clients who can help her out in the long run. At the same time, Nurys remembers being taken from Michelle's care and Michelle having done literally nothing, at least in Nurys' mind, to get them back. There's also her issue with authority in general to consider, but she does care about the older woman. Even if she's become the main contributor to Michelle's development of gray hair and frayed nerves.

✧Jada DuBois || Godsister || 20 || Part-time stylist at DuBois Couture Hair & Cosmetology Student✧
Because Nurys never got to meet Michelle's son, who also happens to be Katiana's father, the only DuBois child she knows is Jada and the two of them have gotten pretty damn close in the three years that Nurys has been in New York. Jada is the only one allowed to do Nurys' hair outside of Nurys herself.

✦ Ivan Johnson || Half-Brother || 16 || St. Jude's Student✦
This is probably the second most complicated relationship she has simply because of dependency Ivan and Nurys have when on one another. He needs her strength and, even though she won't ever say it, she needs his need of her. Needs to have someone to protect so that when she does her more nefarious doings,
no one can say without a doubt that it was inherently selfish because she's doing it for their survival. No one has looked out for the two of them better than she has and perhaps she should learn that she doesn't always have to do everything in her power to keep him safe when they finally have an adult in their lives, but that protectiveness and possessiveness has been too deeply ingrained into her core for it to just go away.


✧Katiana DuBois || Play-Cousin || 2 || Currently ruling the loft ✧
Nurys can stare directly at Katiana as she cries without an expression on her face or shrug when someone asks where the toddler escaped to in the rather spacious loft, but at the end of the day, Katiana will be held eventually or at least be made to stop crying, and her location will always be known. This is probably one of the purest loves Nurys knows and she can deny it all she wants in the toddler's face, but Nurys feels nothing but adoration for Kat.

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15 Washington Street Brooklyn, NY : Former Humphrey Residence
Seven years ago, upon the commercial success of DuBois Couture Hair - along with aid from wealthier friends and clientele - Michelle DuBois purchased the loft along with the building it occupied in order to renovate and create what is now her home base in New York for both her wig and extension store, along with the salon that occupies the full first floor of the three story building. On the second floor, in accompaniment with the various wig and extensions she sells, Michelle's own hair care products which are cruelty, sulfate and paraben free, are sold. The second floor also holds the waiting room for clients who are awaiting their appointments or to be fitted into the schedule. The third floor consists of the spacious three-bedroom residence complete with two full baths, a large kitchen to satisfy any home chef, and views of Manhattan.
Nurys' Bedroom: [X]
Ivan's Bedroom: [X]


✧Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ✧
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So begins...

Lacey Chung's Story

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"I can't believe you've had two tattoos for two months and never told me," Eric Chung complained, eyes fixed on the road. Won't be long now...a few more minutes and you'll be at camp,Lacey told herself mentally, throwing her head back in absolute boredom and annoyance. She would have been at Camp Liberty last night had her brother not seen the more obvious tattoo on her lower back. He only saw the second one on her nape because he demanded to know if there were more.

"They're just tattoos," she drawled, opting to check her nails. They were painted a teal shade this time, one that she approved of simply because the color looked kinda sexy. And it fit the summer feel. "Not like I gave my soul to the devil or anything." Eric's glare pierced the side of her face; he was not impressed.

"Hardy-fucking-har, Lace!" Just a few more feet and we're home-free... He glanced at her right foot, which she had been tapping the entire time. "Any other secrets I should be aware of...? Something you wanna let me know?" Lacey rolled her eyes, cursing under her breath. She hated when Eric got like this; all fatherly and not his usual cool self. Sure, he had to play as her father her entire life, but that didn't mean he wasn't her brother anymore. She was going to graduate soon. He should be focused on the drills he was going to teach at the army base and that pretty blonde, Sarah, Lacey saw him eyeing three days ago.

"Actually there is," she exclaimed suddenly, sitting up straight now that they had pulled into the drop off sector of Camp Liberty. There were other cars and two of the buses present. She turned to her brother, eyes blazing with seriousness. She had pretty much begged Oliver to hurry over through a text she sent five minutes ago. "They didn't want me to tell you and I've always wanted to, but orders are orders. And I know I'm young and this is a lot of pressure on me but they gave me strict orders - "

"Who?" He inquired and the expressionless stare she gave him actually had Eric perplexed.

"Shield." Lacey couldn't help it. A giggle burst past her thinly pressed lips and she hurried to place a hand over her mouth to conceal it further. Her eyes lit with amusement at the flash of annoyance and then finally, amusement that danced across Eric's face. Grinning, she kissed her brother on the cheek, grabbed her laptop bag, shoved her phone into her pocket, and hurried out of the car before he could grab her. Just as she was about to head over to the trunk of her brother's truck, she heard the lid being popped and grinned.

"You sure took your time, shorty," Oliver Hale commented and pulled out her suitcase. He had met Eric too many times to not be considered family at this point. He closed the trunk and tapped it, nodding to Eric through the rear view mirror. "Nice outfit." Lacey rolled her eyes, the grin never fading from her face.

"Nice to see you too, Robot," she replied sarcastically. Oliver only approached her and clasped a warm hand on her right shoulder, thumb gently grazing her collarbone through her shirt. Lacey only smiled gently, knowing they had a lot to talk about. After watching her brother depart (he gave her a stern lecture about behaving before he left), Oliver led her to her cabin, allowed her to put her suitcase by a bed, and then they proceeded towards the main hall.

Once getting her schedule from Ms. Boyle and a little triumphant dance from Lacey for being in the same activity group, they headed over to the media room. Lacey wanted to charge her phone and that was where everyone was meeting. Lacey's eyes immediately brightened when she saw who was present.

"Hey, guys," she exclaimed followed by a similar greeting from Oliver. She gave a bright smile to Connor and slightly uneasy one to Nate, hoping that one of these days he would actually reply. Satisfied that the males were greeted, she hurried over to Ariadne, her smile bright yet comforting and her arms spread for a hug. "Hey, gorgeous."

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It was the end of the grueling school year and summer had officially begun. No more late night studying and crappy after school jobs. It was time to give herself a break. Her Grandpa was on his way to get her as she looked through her dimly lit bedroom one last time. She had hidden her extra money away out of her Mother's reach and packed all her belongings. Adelyn had made sure her Mother would be well taken care of in her absence. Walking out of her room she closed the door behind her gently. The soft sound of her Mother snoring quietly on the couch made her cautious, as she didn't want to wake the beast. Her keys made a slight jingling sound as Adelyn grabbed them off the kitchen counter, but they were silence as soon as they were in her hands. Have a good summer Mom. She thought to herself when she went out the front door and locked it behind her. In the driveway her Grandpa was waiting patiently in his maroon SUV. The luge black suitcase that took Avelyn forever to close went in the back of his car along with her grey backpack. Sitting down in the comfortable leather seat in the front, Avelyn breathed a sigh of content.
"Thank you for doing this Grandpa, it means a lot" she said sincerely looking over at the elderly man with circular glasses.
"It's the least I can do Ava. You deserve a break from your Mom, she can be a handful" her Grandfather softy spoke as he backed out of the driveway of her apartment complex. The car filled with silence soon after and the trip was only beginning. Digging into the back pocket of her shorts she pulled out black ear buds and her iPod.
"You don't mind if I doze off for awhile, do you Grandpa?" she asked politely, already knowing the answer, but asking out of respect. He nodded in response and Avelyn put in her ear buds and allowed herself to get lost in her music, specifically Guns N' Roses.


Avelyn was awoken by the gentle touch of her Grandpa's hand on her shoulder. The car was parked and around them thick green foliage covered the area. Quickly her eyes darted open and she moved her head from its position laying against the car window. Removing one of the ear buds so she could hear her Grandfather she smiled wearily.
"I'm guessing we're here" she spoke softly.
"You'd be right darling" he replied simply as Avelyn opened her car door. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, and grabbed her suitcase. Avelyn walked to the driver side window that her Grandpa had rolled down.
"Thank you again Grandpa" she said. Her Grandfather quickly shook his head."Will you stop thanking me, it's no problem. Try to have fun - you only get to do this once a year" he smiled before waving and driving off.
So...grey cabin. Same as last time. I think it's this way, or is it...oh there is the sign! she thought to herself as she walked through the grounds. Finally finding a directory her memory was refreshed.It felt good to be back at Camp Liberty once again, and such a long way from what she called home. Ambling along to the grey cabin, she took in the familiar sights of the camp grounds. Once Avelyn arrived at her cabin she put her suitcase and backpack inside onto the top bunk of the bunk bed. A small smile crept onto her face as she looked around her room. Nothing had changed in the room. It was almost like it was left untouched since last summer (although she had to admit to herself they did clean it). Apart from being far away from home, the fact that Camp Liberty always remained untouched was a reason she loved it.No matter how many things had happened to her in the past year, this was where it all remained the same.


Avelyn decided to finally go check the activity board after simply looking around her room. Her grey eyes scanned the board until she found her name.

Activity Group Six
Aaron Addison, Alexandria Bennett, Ariadne Brooks, Avelyn Vison, Coby Clarkson, Connor Tanabe, Daniel Bailey, Destiny Hill, Eddie Andrews, Emily Willis, Evelyn Nichols, Grayson Carter, James Vincze, Lacey Chung, Liliana Baker, Molly Kingsley, Nate Goravich and Oliver Hale.

Interesting...at least I know some of the people though she said in her mind when she walked away from the board, and followed to pathway to the main cabin. An orderly line of people were getting their schedules, and Avelyn placed herself in that line as well. It took a few minutes to get to the front, but she didn't mind. With one ear bud in, she gave Ms.Boyle a small smile.
"Can I get the schedule for activity group 6 please?" Avelyn asked in her normal modulated voice.
"Of course! Here it is" the old lady said, handing Avelyn the paper. "Thank you" she said as she walked towards the media room. The steps she took seemed to be in the same beat as the song she was listening to, and when she opened the door she saw a few familiar faces in the room. It took her a moment to put names to the faces, but she identified them after a few seconds.
"Hello" she said directed at the few people in the room and with a smile as she sat down onto the couch on the cushion next to Ariadne. Ariadne seemed to watched the T.V rather closely as did Connor. Lacey and Oliver were in there as well. Lacey greeted Adriadne warmly, and it made Avelyn remember the atmosphere of Camp Liberty. Avelyn tried not to look in the direction of Nate, but couldn't stop herself. His deadly eyes were the same as they were last year, and she quickly averted her gaze to the T.V. With no idea what was on, she watched the bald man on the screen, waiting for the rest of the people to arrive.


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All Aaron saw was blurred road. That was all he had seen for the entire ride to this dreaded
camp. His parents were in the front seat. One woman with hair of gold and another with scarlet
hair. It wasn't normal for the car to be silent on long car rides but Aaron wasn't particularly
happy with his mothers. He had heard about Camp Liberty. Some parents sent their kids there
because they were troubled. Some because they were sick of dealing with them and needed a
break from the kids. In Aaron's case, his mothers thought it was a good idea for him since he
barely had any friends. It wasn't that Aaron didn't want friends... It was that the last time he had
friends, he ended up getting tied to a football post stark naked. Aaron sighed in unhappiness as
the color of the sky changed from the light grey and dark sky mixture that he was so familiar
to a orange, yellow and red mixture that seemed like a sunlit ocean setting. He thought about
that day a few months ago. He remembered the next day it was viral. Not only had they stripped
him, they video taped it and then sent it over the internet. His mothers tried to get it taken
down but not until it had gotten almost a million views. He was publicly disgraced and just
hoped that these people haven't seen it. His mother tried to talk to him along the way there,
but Aaron often just tuned them both out. "Aaron! Are you listening? Don't let these people
get to you. Show them you are unafraid."
Aaron had heard this comment but then scoffed at
it. "It's easier said than done mom. Have you ever been tied to a football goal post while
naked?"
When he was met with silence he spoke again. "That's what I thought." He uttered,
turning his attention back to the scenery. He knew he was being kind of mean but his mothers
knew that he was confused and angry at not only himself but his classmates. The scenery passed by
and in the blink of an eye, Aaron found that they were pulling into Camp Liberty. He sighed again as
he saw the people getting their belongings and even some just playing around. "This is going to be
hell..."
He uttered then as the car came to a halt, he got out of the car. Kids around the camp just
stared as with the young man, two women came out. Whispers began and then Cameron concluded
that he would never have a normal life anywhere he went. He grabbed his bags and one by one his
mothers kissed him on the cheek. "Have fun sweetie. We love you." His mother said then he put
on a fake smile. "Love you too mom. Have fun this summer." He told them then headed off to
where he thought the reception desk was. He approached the desk and the woman greeted him.
"Yes, hello. How will I know what cabin I am in?"
He began, still holding his bags. He was welcomed
and then walked to his cabin by a young man wearing a red shirt. "Here is the red cabin." He was left
alone then went in, looking around. He could see the bunks and then saw the names. One had the
name Nate carved into the wood. He sighed then dropped his bags onto the bed that wasn't taken
which happened to be under the one that had Nate's name on it. He didn't know what to do now so
he decided to walk around. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to talk to anyone,
especially not the ones that saw him get out of the car. He continued and then looked in the
reception desk again. One bulletin board said Camp Activity Groups. He walked over and scanned
for his name. He found it, Group Six. He read the other names just to know.

Aaron Addison, Alexandria Bennett, Ariadne Brooks, Avelyn Vison, Coby Clarkson, Connor Tanabe, Daniel Bailey,
Destiny Hill, Eddie Andrews, Emily Willis, Evelyn Nichols, Grayson Carter, James Vincze, Lacey Chung, Liliana Baker,
Molly Kingsley, Nate Goravich and Oliver Hale.


He had paused for a moment when he saw the name Alexandria Bennett. He thought he knew her
from somewhere. He knew the name at least. He saw where they were supposed to go then he headed
in that direction, getting a few directions here and there. He put his hand on the door and then hesitated
slightly. Alright. Deep breath. Just act normal. He thought to himself then slowly opened the door
trying not to make eye contact with any particular person. He was just trying to be a normal teenager for
once. He took his seat away from the others, almost facing away from them, isolating himself as he normally did.

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The light shone in on the purple girl's cabin. There weren't many purple girls that had gotten
here the night before because most had graduated high school the year before and now were
no longer able to stay at camp. There was one girl in the Purple cabin that was still young
enough to be here. This girl was currently asleep in her bunk. As the light poured in, the girl
rumbled in her bed then found herself pulling her out of her bed. She pulled a bag out from
under her bed and then pulled out a bag of Cheez-its. She started eating them slowly as she
looked through the closet that she had partially filled with her clothes. It was the first day and
she wanted to look nice so she would make a good impression. She didn't care what she wore
sometimes but she liked to look nice even though she didn't care about designer clothes or
anything like that. She pulled out a nice dress and then some comfortable sandals that would
be okay for hill walking that was happening today. She exited the cabin after that then did her
normal greetings to people. She seemed to always be smiling, never did a frown find her face.
The reception desk was her destination. She wanted to know who she was in an activity group
with. She nearly ran over to the activities board but she nearly knocked someone over. She
paused and apologized to the person then found herself going to the group board. "Come on..
Be with Connor."
She pleaded. Of course, she could see him after activities but it would
be no fun if she only got to see him then. She looked for his name and found it on group six.
She scanned the rest of the names and found her own name. "Yay!" She exclaimed
then headed off to the meeting room. She couldn't hold her excitement in as she went to the
meeting room. She found herself opening the door and seeing Connor sitting with Ariadne.
She smiled then told the people in the room to stay quiet with putting a finger to her lips. She
giggled lightly then walked up behind him, grabbing him in a hug. "Hello there! Why
didn't you tell me you got here?"
She questioned then slid onto the couch, beside him. "Missed you."

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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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"How long until we get there?" Emily asks, not really directed at anyone as she keeps her attention on her phone reading texts from all her friends. Her mom in the front seat answers her question, "It is just over the hill." The sunlight streams in through the sunroof, Emily looks up for a brief moment only enough to see the treetops glistening. She smiles before returning back to her phone. This is the thing that Emily loves so much about Camp Liberty, the peace. Because where there is peace, there is Emily to ruffle up the feathers. Of course she loves to see all of her friends from around the country but there is also some others that call to the Camp during Summer. Others that she would see broken under her luxury heels. Emily finds that she would be compared to a goddess, of course she would never tell that to anyone but she sometimes considers herself one. Helping those in need, especially if it is a crime of fashion, being kind, compassionate, beautiful, are all features of a goddess.


Emily smirks at the thought of seeing Oliver again. Ever since last time at Camp, Emily has been dead set in love with the hottie. Yet, with all her popularity and power within the camp he has never really talked to her, he hasn't noticed her. Which is strange because everyone notices Emily, whether for good cause or not. A memory seems to creep back into Emily's mind, causing her to remember what had happened to her at the age of 10.



Darkness shrouds around her, it is like she is in a bottomless pit of doom which she will never escape. It is cold to, the only thing keeping her warm in the pink dressing gown that is now probably stained from the darkness. I don't want to speak, I don't want to wake the sleeping tiger that is my kidnapper. I don't know why this is happening to me, why do I have to suffer from terror. Maybe it is because of my dad, he is a important politician after all. But why take his adopted daughter? What will taking a fragile girl do? Maybe this person wants to kill me, I do not know. I may never see sunlight ever again, I will die; without a family.


A single tear streaks down Emilys cheek, she wipes it off quickly and turns her attention to the Camp that is coming into view. Good memories come from this place, fond memories shared with friends. It is good to be back. . .And this year, Pink will win. The expensive silver car comes to a stop in the parking lot, Emily gets out of the car and puts her phone in her pocket. Her 'parents' get out of the car. Her father getting her pink suitcase from the trunk while Emily hugs her mom, "Now you just call and we will come straight away," her mom says, before stepping back with dad. "I know, I know. I will be fine" I reassure them, as I take the handle of the suitcase. My dad pats me on the shoulder and smiles before getting into the car with my mother, I step onto the pathway and wave as they disappear off into the trees, leaving only a cloud of smoke. I turn around and make my way to the Pink Cabin. It isn't that far away from the main building that sticks out like a sore thumb in the forest. My heels click across the stone pavement, the only time I regret my shoe choice. Yet I brave on and come to the door of my cabin. Various suitcases are already here, from the various material and colour choice Emily can already tell that Aria and Audrey are here. Without another second Emily places her suitcase in front of the cabin door and makes her way to the main building.

Lifting her sunglasses onto her head Emily strides confidently into the building, catching the attention of those still waiting in the line. That does not apply to Emily as she walks straight up to the desk and notices Ms. Boyle, "Hi Ms. Boyle, how is the bestest woman in Camp doing? Is it all right if I can find out what Activity Group I am in?" The woman gives Emily a great big smile and gives her the activity group schedule, "Emily, you are in Activity Group 6 honey pie. Now get to the Media room, everyone would want to see how fabulous you have gotten!" Emily gives Ms. Boyle a wave and a smile before striding down the hall again. Over the years Emily has been here at the Camp she has warmed up to Ms. Boyle a lot, well everyone has really, she is probably the nicest person on the planet. As I am about to reach my destination I begin to count down in my head, wanting the perfect intro. One. . .Two. . .Three! Reaching the Media room, Emily opens up the doors and opens up her arms into mid-air with a pearly white smile on her face, "Emily Willis is in the HOUSE everybody!"

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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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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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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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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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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.

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Ari was slowly but surely regaining composure, life ebbing back in to her body, warmth to her cheeks as she took a deep breath as everyone began to introduce themselves. She smiled to herself and her recovery. She could count on one dainty hand the weeks she would have just had a breakdown right then and there.

She didn’t listen during introductions, as per usual. They were just protocol, but she did listen as an unfamiliar voice introduced himself. The boy didn’t look much like red, but who knows, she could have been judging too hard. Maybe he had been sorted wrongly, but how would she know?

The last person concluded introductions, and Adam explained they were walking up Mt. Vuena. Ugh, really? It’s the hardest one!, she placed her face into her palm as he prattled on about safety. She felt Lacey squeeze her hand as it was notified they were in the same group. Her eyes danced and one corner of her mouth perked up.

”I’ll meet you at your cabin,” Lacey spoke, and Ari nodded and waved her off, not speaking a word. She figured she’d used them up for a few minutes, but it didn’t bother her.

Ari made her way to the pink cabin, the nearest to the media room. She brought her suitcase into the room, inhaling sharply as she remembered the mixtape. She’d just have to get through it. The girl placed her belongings on the bed which was hers, and zipped open the black suitcase that shone patent in the sunlight that streamed through the large window beside her bed. She opened the suitcase and brought out leggings and a thick woollen sweater, along with a black bobble hat and her favourite hiking boots. She took out of the drawer under her (bottom bunk) bed, a small backpack adorned with badges and patches from days past. Out of the suitcase she saw a box of cookies that her mom had made. Exactly half were cinnamon (special request from Ari as she knew cinnamon was Lacey’s favourite, and honestly Ariadne herself loved cinnamon) and the other half were classic chocolate chip. Among cookies she brought some medical supplies, water, crackers, and her phone. A few minutes, and she was ready to go. Ari made her way out of the pink cabin, where she saw Lacey.

”I brought something!” Ari smiled, shaking the box of cookies, ”But we’re getting to the totem pole first, I think we’re late” She was always one to fret about being late.

It wasn’t long until they arrived at the totem pole, where Adam was just beginning to talk.

”Okay everyone, I want you to get into your groups” Adam raised his voice so it could be heard throughout the group of kids milling around, and the kids followed, arranging themselves into their groups.

”Each group is getting a map, and you will all be going different ways that are the same difficulty level. I’ll be going up the lets say, easy way, that you don’t need to know about. The first group to the top is the winner, getting a point for their color each. Last one to the top- well, lets say there will be a forfeit. A bad one. So, don’t be last, okay?” He paused, handing out maps to one person in each group.

”Leader of group one is Eddie Andrews. Group one will be going the west route.” He pointed exactly west, to a rather dry, dusty path up the mountain, only rocks and bushes at each side of the path signifying life.

”Leader of group two is Daniel Bailey. You will be going the forest route.” He pointed directly above to a path snaking in between the tall evergreens, wildlife sprouting from every corner of the walk.

”Leader of group three is Emily Willis. You will be going the west route. Adam pointed again to a slightly more mountainous route that stayed next to the roaring waterfall. Everyone knew it lead to rivers and a few lakes that would unfortunately need crossing.

”One. Two. Three- go!”

”Well,” Ari smiled to Lacey while walking next to the rest of the group. ”Do you want a cookie? They’re cinnamon.”

Connor Tanabe sighed as he got into his group, but he laced his arm around his girlfriend’s waist as they walked.

”So, Daniel, do you have any idea where we’re going?” He asked the boy, genuinely of course. (Well, half geninuely) I mean, it wasn’t a secret ol’ Dan wasn’t the most well, sweet of people, so he treaded lightly, making his way up the forest path.


Nate felt a figure collide with his chest. Emily, it was. Emily something.

”Are you really? Sorry, I mean?” He growled, waiting for a response. ”Thought not. Just watch where you're going.” He dismissed the girl, walking off until Adam spoke up and said his share. Apparently, the routes would be the same difficulty level, but how does a bare path compare to a trek up the forest, or even a near gorge-walk through rivers and lakes? He was just lucky he was in group one. Hm, lucky. For once.

He just tried to walk at the back of his group as they began to take the path. Oh, and it was a race. Fuckin’ great.

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Lacey was bored as she waited for Ari to get ready. As always, she was on her phone, which surprisingly, still had a good amount of battery despite how long she fiddled with it in the car. Just as she was ready to look at a few more images through her Tumblr app, she heard the doors to the pink cabin and out came Ari, ready to go with a small box and a few supplies. She smiled brightly and put her gadget away, falling into step with her friend.

"I got something," Ari announced and wiggled the box. From the sound, Lacey practically squealed excitedly. Ariadne had a few cookies left one day last year; it had to be during the third week here. She came over and offered Lacey one and ever since, Lacey had become...well, rather addicted to Ari's mom's cookies. But only her mom's.

"Oooohhh!! Gimme!" She exclaimed only for her face to fall at Ari's next words.

"But we’re getting to the totem pole first, I think we’re late.” Lacey pouted and stomped behind her, all under extreme exxageration.

"Uuugghh,you are no fun," Lacey groaned, pouting even when they made it over to the group of campers at the totem pole. They waited for Adam's announcements and her frown grew when she realized where their group was going. Don't get her wrong; she loved the water and being near it. But also, it was water. Let's just say she had a few issues with keeping balance last year and she got wet more times than she would have wanted to. She'd rather not relive those moments.

Finally, when the group dispersed and they began following Emily, Lacey turned to Ariadne her best puppy dog eyes, leaning on her best friend in order to convince her to give her cookies.

"Well, do you want a cookie? They’re cinnamon.” Her face was rather comical at this point. Lacey's mouth was wide, her eyes lit with glee and hunger, and she clapped her hands enthusiastically. She even bounced on her toes for a moment.

"You are God-sent and I love you," Lacey exclaimed and gladly took a cinnamon cookie, taking a bite into the moist, chewy goodness that danced across her tastebuds. "Just so you know, your mom's adopting me. I can transfer and live out my life with cookies and bliss." Yeah, she was a dork, but who cares? She's got food!


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If anything, Oliver's grin would have reminded anyone of a cheshire cat, pleased and rather prideful at the shy smile on Molly's face. Her answering blush just caused the grin to widen and he chuckled slightly, somewhat amused. Something told him this walk would be more interesting than he originally thought.

"Thanks, that's...that's nice of you," Molly replied. She seemed like she had more to say judging by the expression on her face and Oliver would have waited. But she didn't. He only smiled at her.

"No problem." And of course, like an idiot, he practically forgot that there was someone else here because Avelyn did not hesitate in adding her two cents.

"Are you sure her back is the only thing you'll be watching? I'd keep an eye on him, Molly." Molly wasn't the only one whose cheeks flushed. It had been awhile since Oliver actually blushed and he rubbed the back of his neck while pretending to slightly stretch just to play it off. But the color rose to his tanned face and if one looked close enough, they would have seen the slightly rosy tint.

"Haha, Avelyn," he said lamely, not even in any way refuting her statement. It wasn't like he wasn't going to watch out for Molly during their little hike, but that didn't mean his intentions were too innocent. It was selfish really. Watching out for her meant spending more time with her and subsequently, seeing her smile more. Instead of riddling his minds on the should's and shouldn'ts, Oliver listened on.

He laughed at Avelyn's complaint, surprised at how carefree he felt. This was why he loved camp. He didn't have to worry about whether or not he was going to have to tell his classmates at school that the black eye wasn't from his father, but from some random fight on the street. He didn't have to pretend that the only reason why he didn't wear the jersey during practice was because he had a few new bruises and a part of him still wasn't comfortable with having to explain the numerous scars on his chest and back. He could act his age and have a little fun. He could live.

When the groups finally went their separate ways, Oliver decidedly stuck with Molly, following the others behind Daniel, who happened to be their group leader and well, seemed rather competitive. He glanced over at Molly.

"Someone's in a rush," he commented, gesturing to a slightly irritated and frantic Daniel. "How was your year, anyway?"

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Grayson wasn't opposed to drama (god knows he'd been mixed up in plenty of it in high school), but he didn't like it to interfere with his relations with women (past, present, or potential), especially not at camp. Typically found in the center of a large group, he generally made it his goal to surround himself with as many friends as possible, but Coby's attitude could make that a bit difficult. As wild and fun as she was, she could just as easily turn snarky and nasty, and not everyone could handle the derisive girl. The heated exchange between Coby and Audrey left him with little to do but stand there looking pretty (which, let's be honest, was really what Grayson did best), and as the two swapped pointed remarks he ate a few more jellybeans, waiting for the spat to fizzle out.

"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, 'mkay?" With wink and a smirk, Audrey flounced off, her head held high. Grayson watched her go, shaking his head as the British girl strode over to the totem pole and sat herself down. "Don't take this the wrong way, Coby," he said, turning to his friend, "but you need to work on your people skills." The smile on his face indicated he was teasing, but there was a part of him that was dead serious. It wouldn't hurt Coby to be a bit more friendly (with the female campers, anyway; she'd never struggled with the males). Sure he admired her tough attitude and unwavering confidence (among other things), but he couldn't help but feel she'd enjoy camp a bit more if she was a little less...hostile.

He didn't get a chance to say more, for at that moment Adam arrived at the totem pole and began to speak. Grayson listened as the first two group leaders were called out and given their route, impatiently waiting for Adam to get to group three. He was fairly confident he'd be chosen as group leader, and his mind was already working out all kinds of tactics and strategies. Blue had to win again this year; they just had to. He refused to lose his last summer of camp. ”Leader of group three is Emily Willis. You will be going the west route." Grayson's plans came to a screeching halt as Adam spoke. Had he heard that correctly? He couldn't have. Perhaps Adam had misspoke. Yes, he must have, because his group leader couldn't be Emily Willis; it just couldn't be. But as Adam finished calling out instructions he made no corrections, and in the ensuing silence it became clear to Grayson the counselor had meant what he said. This was it; he was completely and totally fucked. He looked to the trail Adam had pointed out earlier-- a perilous path that ran along a roaring waterfall as far as the eye could see. He seemed to have gotten the short end of the stick in every sense.

One thing was for certain; he sure as hell wasn't taking directions from Emily. Without waiting for his obnoxious group leader to assess the map (which Grayson doubted she could read anyway), he headed off onto the trail, his face set in a determined expression. The hike, which had seemed distasteful when he'd seen it printed on his activity schedule this morning, was even less appealing now that he was actually walking. The trail was on a slight incline and was rocky in places, forcing Grayson to set a slower pace than he would have liked. To make matters worse, the roaring waterfall created a heavy mist that dampened not only the person hiking the trail, but the rocks on the path as well. If you weren't paying attention, it would be easy to lose your footing. Pulling up the hood of his jacket to block out the worst of the offending mist, Grayson picked his way up the rocky trail, pausing only briefly to look over his shoulder at the rest of his group. "Watch your step," he cautioned, calling down to them, "I don't want to be carrying anyone the whole damn hike."

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Apparently, for some odd reason, it was Grayson that began leading the pack, not Emily. Lacey and Emily weren't the closest of the campers, but from what she surmised of the girl, the redhead would not take that too nicely. She walked closer to Ari, mindful of their rocky path.

"Something tells me the people in this group are gonna be more dangerous than this path," she said quietly to her friend. Coby could be rather intimidating at times, Emily was...Emily was Emily, Grayson was an arrogant hottie, and then there was Ari and Lacey. A group filled with girls and only one guy. "Adam and I are going to have a serious talk about these numbers."

Grayson was a head of the pack, walking a good few feet away, possibly to give himself some distance from Emily. No doubt, if they were as thick as theives as Lacey thought them to be, Coby would be behind him in no time. However, Lacey found herself frowning just a little when he called over his shoulder.

"Watch your step, I don't want to be carrying anyone the whole damn hike." Lacey rolled her eyes at his attitude and huffed, swiping at stray strand of hair; though the majority of her hair was in a braid, a few strands framed either side of her face. She gripped Ari's arm helpfully, this time managing to keep her balance on the slightly slippery rocks. She bought new hiking boots and actually wore them; last year, she wore converse.

"Slow down, Flash," she replied, giving Grayson a small and easy smile. "I know it's a race, but we've got one of the harder trails. And not all of us are blessed with long, strong legs like you."


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"Long. Very long. Junior year was...hectic," Molly admitted and Oliver nodded, agreeing. Junior had been filled with a lot, though her issues were more normal than his. Not wanting to delve into his own past at the moment, he continued to listen to Molly speak. It was refreshing, listening her put words to her emotions rather just fade away. It was nice.

"You're expected to have all these plans, you know? Where you want to go to college, what you want to study, where you're going to live, and with who. How much money you'll make and where you'll work and how many kids you're going to have and-"

She blushed again, a thing she seemed to do a lot. Oliver only gave her a silent, encouraging smile as Molly appeared to struggle wording her thoughts and emotions. But he liked listening to her vent. Again, things like this were refreshing. There were no concerns about...other, unmentionable things; just normalcy. He found himself actually envying her for that simplicity.

"It's all a bit...overwhelming." Oliver nodded again, glaring up ahead at Dan who appeared unwilling to lessen his pace. The idiot acted like this hike wasn't going to be strenuous in any way or that there should be some kind of caution when entering the woody areas. Oliver was mildly surprised the others weren't complaining yet.

"Well, you made it. That's a plus." Oliver winked in good nature, grinning.

"But what about you? You've graduated, right? What are you going to do?" Molly asked and Oliver exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his head. He even averted his gaze momentarily. He had not talked to many people about his post-graduation plans. Other than a counselor and a guy who wanted to follow in his footsteps, Oliver didn't know how to actually break it down without...without being completely honest. Sure, he could say that he wanted to join the army because it's in his blood, but then there was always this pressure in his chest...some part of him dying to let it out, to tell the truth.

"Uh, well...I honestly haven't really thought of college," he replied, being more truthful than he originally intended. No point in lying now, he told himself mentally. "I'm actually considering joining the army, right after we leave from here."