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Molly Kingsley

"Not all who wander are lost."

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

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”Well you only need the light when it's burning low l
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow”

Let Her Go || Mouth Wash || Riptide |




|Name|

Molly Mae Kingsley

|Age|

17

|Color|

Grey

|State |

Born and raised in the great state of Washington. Seattle native, and proud of it.

|Gender|

Molly is of the female persuasion. I know this shocks you all.

|Years at Camp Liberty|

Molly is proud to be returning to Camp Liberty for her 3rd summer. It’s a pleasure to be back, folks.




Favorite Things
”Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missin' home”




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Favourite...

|Country?|

France! It has all the best art, and great coffee, too. It’s been her dream to visit the Louvre and see all her favorite works of art in person. Of course, she’d like to go anywhere in Europe. And why stop there? Asia, Africa...Molly wants to see it all. As much as she loves her hometown of Seattle, she’s always been gripped by a powerful wanderlust.

|Song?|

Molly listens to any number of Indie artists. Not because she’s pretentious or snobbish, but because she finds they have the most truth in them. Her favorite song is “Waltz #2” by Elliot Smith.

|Movie?|

She didn’t watch a lot of TV or movies growing up, but she loves black and white photography and, as a result, black and white movies. Nothing beats those 40’s and 50’s flicks; the romance and mystery of Film Noir. Some favorites of hers include “Casablanca” and “Roman Holiday”.

|Decade of the 1900's?|

Molly is a big fan of the 50’s and 60’s. From the Pop Art movement that started in the U.K. to larger-than-life celebrities of the period to the fashion, Molly adores the mid 20th century. She often feels as though she was born in the wrong time period.

|Season|

Autumn! Don’t get her wrong, summer is great, but does anything beat the changing leaves and the first nip of cold in the air? There’s no better time to curl up in a coffee shop than a chilly November afternoon.

|Animal?|

It’s hard to choose a favorite animal (Molly gets on pretty well with just about all of them), but she’s always been fascinated raccoons. Though vicious if provoked, the nocturnal bandits are interesting and extremely fun to watch. Inquisitive, clever, and resourceful, Molly feels she has a lot in common with these creatures.

|Color?|

An avid art fan, Molly likes all kinds of colors for all kinds of occasions. But if you were going to force her to choose just one, she’d pick a smoky blue grey— the color of the sky just before it storms.

|Celebrity?|

Does Jackson Pollock still count as a celebrity? What about Andy Warhol?

|Food|

Coffee’s a food, right? It should totally count as a food. Hell, coffee should be its own food group. Molly practically lives off the stuff. Lattes, cappuccinos, americanos; it doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s good and strong. In terms of solid sustenance, she’ll never turn down bread. Bread is amazing.

|Scent|

Rain. Seattle, Washington gets plenty of it, and Molly never tires of walking up and down rainy streets with her umbrella and a pair of galoshes for company. She’s also partial to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and has been known to the pick up the scent from blocks away and chase it down to whatever hole-in-the-wall coffee shop it’s coming from.





What You Want To Know
"Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go”



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|Likes|

Rain || Good coffee || Bad coffee || ...All coffee || Books || Novelty socks || Silly hats || Photography || Seattle || Cats || Art || Polaroids || Travel || Oversized sweaters || Libraries|| Converse|| Puzzles || Vinyl Records ||

|Dislikes|

Cleaning || Tea (it’s for wussies) || Smokers || Spicy food || Judgmental People || Keeping a schedule || Wasting time || Bullies || Anyone who dislikes Seattle || Liars || Cheaters||

|Secrets|

|| She is afraid she will never belong ||

Molly has always been something of an outcast. It’s not that she’s been singled out or bullied. Rather, other people have always seemed to forget her entirely. Molly likes spending time by herself, but deep down, she fears her isolation is irreversible, and perhaps caused by the fact that she doesn’t belong to any one group or place. She doesn’t speak of this fear, but keeps it hidden, afraid that sharing it will only confirm to others that she is and always will be an outsider.

|| She writes letters to her deceased sister ||

When Molly was five, her mother, who was pregnant with her second child, suffered a miscarriage. Molly had been very excited to welcome a new baby sister, and though she couldn’t comprehend what had happened at the time, she knew something was wrong. Lonely girl that she was, she pretended she had a real sister, and, after she was old enough to understand death, began writing letters to her deceased sister, who she named Sophie. Molly has kept every letter she’s ever written to Sophie, and still writes them from time to time when she’s feeling particularly alone. She has never told anyone about the letters, least of all her mother.

|Fears/Phobias|

Failure || Rejection || Abandonment || That she won’t ever belong || Fire ||

|Oddities|

Her love of socks. Molly is positively obsessed with them || The heart-shaped mole on her shoulder || Her extensive collection of coffee mugs || Her insistence on saving bugs, spiders, and other “vermin” from being squashed




The Real You
"Well you see her when you fall asleep/
But never to touch and never to keep"




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|Personality|

Molly is (how to put this kindly?) a little confused. Some people navigate their teenage years with ease; some people don’t even have to try… Molly is not one of those people. She never quite figured out the popularity game, and spent the majority of her preteen years alone, or reading with her elderly neighbor, Ms. Bloomburg. By the time high school rolled around, Molly had solidified her position as a social nobody. Sure she has her clubs (in fact, she’s the proud president of the Art Appreciation Club), but she’s been virtually invisible throughout high school. Most people know her only in passing, and she’s never made it her priority to climb the social ladder. Even if she did, she really wouldn’t know where to start. She’s only just emerged from her most awkward years, and she’s still a little lost. She knows she’s a girl with a passion for books, art, and coffee, but she’s not entirely sure what to do with those passions. Luckily for Molly, geek has recently become chic, and she’s made herself a few friends.

Though outwardly conservative and reserved, Molly is far from timid. In fact, once you get her talking, she’s a real chatterbox. Due to her underdeveloped social skills, Molly has a tendency to ramble, and loves to share random factoids about art and literature. She has virtually no filter, and has a habit of blurting things out when she gets overexcited. Because she’s so removed from the “popular” crowd, she’s known as a bit of an oddball. She’s never really had a sense for what’s “cool”, nor does she care to find out. It’s not uncommon to see her strutting around in novelty socks, ridiculous hats, and clothing boasting bizarre patterns or adornments. Like most teenagers, Molly is still “finding herself”. She found the survey that placed her in the Grey Cabin ridiculously unhelpful, as it only reinforces her belief that she doesn’t really belong anywhere. Her whole life seems to be a mess of ambiguity, and she’s worried she’ll never find out who she really is.

|History|

Molly Kingsley was born to Marlene and Edward Kingsley on October 1, 1996. The couple met at the local college, where Marlene worked as a librarian and Edward as an Art History professor. The two fell into a wonderful, nerd-tastic love XD, and were wed 4 years later. A year after that, baby Molly came along. Five years later, Marlene was pregnant again, but lost the baby in the second trimester. Heartbroken by her loss, Marlene became depressed, and Molly’s social isolation began. With her father working long hours at the college and her mother despondent, Molly entertained herself by reading, drawing pictures, and visiting the family’s elderly neighbor. Molly wasn’t unhappy by herself, but she did wish she could have other kids over for play dates and go with them on their adventures. The more time Molly spent by herself, the more awkward she became. Though smart, she always seemed to say the wrong thing in conversations, and never knew how to approach people.

As she matured, Molly began pursuing her interests independently and with vigor. She visited Seattle’s art museums, photo galleries, and spent most of her free time lounging in coffee shops, working on short stories or just people watching. Her father began to worry about her spending so much time on her own and, when she turned 15, signed her up for Camp Liberty. Molly was hesitant to go, but found she loved the camp. It provided her with both structure and freedom, and in a new state with new people, no one thought she was strange. She made friends and came out of her shell, though she was still as odd and quirky as ever. Though still finding herself, Molly never feels more at home than on the grounds of Camp Liberty.






|Other|

Molly is REALLY into collecting things. Coffee mugs, novelty socks, a library of books that’ll make your head spin…the list goes on and on. She’s a bit of a pack rat.
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Molly Kingsley's Story

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"...He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning," Molly read to herself, shutting the book and setting it aside. The last lines of To Kill a Mockingbird had always been her favorite. She'd read the novel more times than she could count, but good stories, as all readers know, never get old. Books, she'd found, made excellent travelling companions. Their stories of fantastic adventure and harrowing danger could make even the most difficult journey seem easy by comparison, and they were good company on long taxi rides. Looking out the front window, Molly watched the forests on either side of the taxi flash by in green blur, one trunk blending into the next. They were nearly there now; she could tell. This would be her third year at the camp, and the journey to its forested location never ceased to fill her with a sense of excitement and eager anticipation. Soon enough, the camp sign became visible through the trees, and she readied herself to leave the taxi. She was out of the car before the it'd even come to a complete stop, and she wasted no time retrieving her suitcase from the trunk, ready to begin another summer at the place of her dreams.

Well, here she was. It'd taken 2 cars, a plane, and a taxi to get here, but she'd made it. Camp Liberty-- her home away from home. A thousand miles north lay her hometown of Seattle, Washington, and in it all the things she knew and loved. The rainy city couldn't have been more different from the sunny camp Molly now found herself in, but she loved them both the same. She stood by her taxi for a moment, breathing in the scent of pine and watching the dappled sunlight coming through the trees make lacy patterns on her skin. An impatient cough from the driver broke her trance, and she turned back to him, searching her pockets for the crumpled bills her father had given her to pay her taxi fare. As soon as the money was in his hand, the driver gave her a curt nod and, without another word, sped back off down the forested road.

Shouldering her backpack, Molly waved goodbye to no one in particular and headed into camp. She pulled her suitcase (a battered, ratty old thing) along behind her, listening to it bump and drag over the uneven dirt path. Nearly half of the clothing she'd packed for her trip was socks. She was positively obsessed with them. She owned 26 pairs, and her collection was ever-expanding. The pair she was wearing now were heather grey knee-highs adorned with a multitude of small black mustaches. She couldn't say exactly what had attracted her to the socks; she simply liked them, and Molly was not in the business of denying herself life's simple pleasures just because others might think her strange. With her socks she wore a pair of red Converse, a pair of patched-up shorts, a grey t-shirt, her bottle-cap necklace, and an assortment of other homemade jewelry. Other campers were used to Molly's strange way of dressing...her strange way of everything, really, and most never gave her trouble for it. And if they did, well, Molly was usually too far gone into the pages of a book to notice.

As much as Molly wanted to settle into her familiar bunk in the grey cabin, she knew the first day of camp didn't allow time to linger. After depositing her things in the cabin, she headed over the main hall, scanning the grounds for familiar faces as she went. A quick look at the activity groups brought good news: she was in the same group as Eddie, her closest camp friend, as well as several other grey campers and a few other friends. Ms. Boyle's desk was already swamped with people by the time Molly went to receive her schedule, but she paused from her flurry of activity to greet Molly, complimenting her on her selection of socks. Wishing Ms. Boyle a good day, Molly went off to the media room, her head buried in her activity schedule. The first activity was hill walking. It wasn't a popular activity among the campers, but Molly had always rather liked it. She was known to walk the streets of Seattle for hours on end with no particular destination in mind; just walking for the sake of walking. Of course, tramping up and down mountains was a bit different, but with the right book for company and the warm California sun, Molly didn't seen any reason to complain.

Molly reached the media room and slipped inside, positioning herself along one of the walls. Quite a few campers had already arrived, and suddenly the 17 other people in her activity group seemed like an awful lot. She picked out a few familiar faces in the group, including Oliver. She waved to him, but caught herself, lowering her hand and using it to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Who knew if he even remembered her from last summer? A lot could change in nine months. Take Ari, for instance. Her friend's life had been turned completely upside down, and Molly wasn't quite sure what to do about it. She wasn't sure about a lot of things, really, and for the moment it was best to stay back and watch the action unfold.

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Eddie had never seen eye to eye with his father. Maybe it was their differing views on the importance of wealth, or perhaps their different political affiliations, or the fact that his father saw nothing wrong with abuse and he did. Regardless, the two never got along very well. In the beginning it was more of fear for Eddie, but as he grew older and began to under life little by little his fear turned into loathing; a hatred so deep that Eddie had many thoughts of killing his own father. But Eddie wasn't like his father. He knew what was right and what was wrong. He wanted to the opposite of his dad. Eddie wanted to be good. And all of his most recent life that's what he's been trying to do.

As much as Eddie tried to keep himself at a low buzz, and avoided contact with his father at all cost, his dad knew that Camp Liberty was coming up. This of course brought on offers of taking Eddie by private jet, or something of the like. This offer was brought up when Eddie was home visiting his mother before leaving. This had been the first time in several days that Eddie had spoken to his father face to face. And of course, Eddie refused the offer, which of course lead to a disagreement that turned into a verbal fight which turning to a physical one. Eddie didn't like to fight, but his father was always an exception. So, long story short, Eddie was brought to a field about a half mile away from camp by helicopter and was sporting a lovely black eye. Hopefully, no one would make the connection when he just simply walked up to camp with a suitcase and duffle bag. Nor would they ask about his eye.

Eddie sighed as he lugged his things past the entrance sign and immediately toward the Grey cabin. He wasn't going to stop for anyone right now, he just wanted to drop his stuff off, forget about his father, and get started with his last summer at Camp Liberty. And the boy did just that, he set his things on his bed, made a bee line for the list of activity groups and got his information. Ari was on the list, and Eddie smiled a bit to himself. Next, Eddie rolled his eyes as he read the name Grayson Carter. Of course. Of course Eddie couldn't just spend the rest of his summer in peace. Then there was Molly. Well, that pretty much just made up for everything.

He waited patiently in line to receive his schedule. Eddie made small talk with the girl who was in front of him then charmed Ms. Boyle as usual. Eddie's ultra polite manners, little innocent flirts and clean appearance always had the old ladies talking. Eddie bid Ms. Boyle goodbye, then made his way to the media room.

There he scanned the room. Ari was clustered with the wretched trio. A little nickname that Eddie wasn't too proud that he had come up with for Grayson, Oliver, and Coby. Without another second though he saw Molly. As usual she was just observing. Eddie smiled to himself as he approached her from behind and covered her eyes. He then proceeded to recite and poem that he had just come up with,

"Miss Molly, Miss Molly, I see you and I'm... Uh, Jolly!"

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Molly had never minded just watching. Watching people, watching places, watching leaves change or rain fall or people come and go. She was observer, and she liked that. She liked seeing things that other people couldn't see. Perhaps that was why she liked reading so much-- not just for the words on the page, but for all the things behind them, the places and people she saw so vividly. And so she didn't mind it, really, standing on the edge of the room. She liked watching people talk to one another, seeing who was friends with who and how they greeted one another. The social interaction that came so easily to other people had never been natural for Molly. It wasn't that she was unfriendly or aloof, just...odd. She always seemed to talk too much, or not enough, or say something entirely wrong. Sometimes it felt as though her brain just didn't work the was it was supposed to. It was generally easier not to approach people (she had a way of getting horribly tongue-tied), but she'd been trying to get past that recently. After all, what good was life if you went through it with nothing but books for company?

She smiled to herself as she watched the other campers mingle, watching them group together and split apart, a mass of constantly moving bodies. The room was buzzing with voices, and it felt good just to be a part of it, to be enveloped in the hum of conversation. But there was one voice she'd yet to hear, and she was missing it something awful. And then, as if by magic, she felt two hands cover her eyes and a familiar voice say "Miss Molly, Miss Molly, I see you and I'm...Uh, jolly!" Well it was about time! "Eddie!" Molly exclaimed, whirling around and trapping him in a bone-crushing hug. Molly had known Eddie for as long as she'd been coming to camp, and he was far and away her closest friend. Caring, kind, and fiercely protective, Eddie was as close to a brother as Molly had ever had, and the two got along famously. From Molly sneaking him extra chocolate milks out of the mess hall to Eddie playing her songs on his acoustic guitar, there wasn't a day that went by that the two weren't making each other smile. Finally releasing Eddie from the tight hug, she stepped back to take a look at him, excited to catch up with the friend she'd missed so much. As soon as she saw his eye, her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "Eddie...your eye..." she said softly, instinctively reaching up to touch the still slightly swollen skin. Eddie had never explicitly spoken of his abuse (Molly supposed he wanted to keep his mind off it while at camp), but she knew him too well to buy his muttered excuses or roundabout answers. He mentioned his father from time to time, and Molly had put two and two together when Eddie showed up to camp with various injuries summer after summer. Lowering her hand to her side, she bit her lip, her brow furrowed in concern. "He...he shouldn't do that...it isn't right," said under her breath, her eyes fixed on the toes of her sneakers.

But the room was still filling with people, and Molly knew now was neither the time nor the place to discuss what had happened. The point was Eddie had made it here safely (well, more or less), and her "big brother" was with her for another year of camp. "I missed you," she said softly, her voice sincere. "I really did. I'm glad you made it." She hugged him again, gently this time, then stepped away and smiled. "Thanks for the poem, by the way. It was very good. I'm glad I make you jolly," she laughed, teasing him now. Now that Eddie was here, the summer ahead was looking better than ever.

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

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

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

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

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"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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Eddie grinned as his best friend turned around and squeezed him. He was more than happy to see Molly right now. Despite what he'd gone through today, she seemed to make everything better. And for a moment, he had even forgotten that his face was marked with the violence he experienced at home. Looking down at her she looked just as fresh and young as she did last year. Though he was sure that she had read a thousand books and knew most everything from heart surgery to greek mythology. Eddie had always admired the way that Molly just read and read and never stopped. He wasn't like that. Sure, he loved reading, but he didn't have the patience to read nonstop.

Molly reached up to his face, and Eddie soon remembered that indeed he was marked with a black eye. He lowered head and said in a low voice, "It's fine, Molly. I'm here now." He didn't want to talk about this right now. After all, while he was at camp all he had to worry about was his mother and his current affairs. His father couldn't hurt him from here. That's why Camp Liberty was his haven. He was safe here, safe and free. He took his own hand to guide hers away from his face and shrugged his shoulders. "There's nothing you can do now." Eddie tried to remain cool and collected as he avoided the obvious. If Eddie were really to talk about his relationship with his father he would get angry. And Eddie rarely became angry at camp, he wasn't even sure if Molly had seen him in all his heat.

When Eddie was angry, it was like he was a whole different person. He had very little sense of reason and saw only in black, white and read. Right, wrong, and violence. As much as he didn't want to admit that he like his father in that way, he was. That's why Eddie tried hard to avoided being steamed up to begin with. A lot of times Eddie would just walk away from a situation. In fact, he was known for walking out of conversations, competitions and more at Camp Liberty.

Finally with the subject changed he smiled once again. "I missed you too, Molly." He didn't want to say that the school year was hell without her, but it really was. Sure, he had called her here and there, and texted her every now and again, but it was nothing like actually seeing and talking to her. He laughed at her comment about his poem.

"It was an inspired moment." he joked. While speaking to Molly he had noticed a girl who had come in, announced herself but got little response. He was blonde and remarkably British. Eddie smiled thinking about the times that he and his family had visited Britain. His father had been doing business, and to be honest those were the best kind of family vacations. Really was just Eddie and his mom while his father was off making more money. Eddie took a moment to help the girl and said "The bathroom's down the hall, to the right." He smiled at her and then said "Oh, I'm Eddie Andrews, by the way."

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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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Molly's lips pressed into a thin line as she looked up at Eddie's eye, and she struggled not to say any more about it. Eddie was the one person she never seemed to be able to keep quiet around; they knew each other so well Molly regularly found herself wanting to tell him anything and everything, and she often did. It wasn't uncommon for them to sit out on the porch of the grey cabin and talk late into the night, telling each other whatever was on their minds. But some things you just didn't speak about, and Eddie's father was one of them. She herself was lucky enough to have two kind, if distant, parents. Her mother had never been the same after suffering a miscarriage when Molly was five, but she knew her mother loved her, even if she didn't say it very often. "It's fine, Molly. I'm here now," Eddie said, and Molly gave a quiet nod, looking down at her mustachioed socks to avoid looking at his swollen eye. "There's nothing you can do now," he insisted, and she knew he was right. Eddie came here to forget about his home life, and she wouldn't be doing him any favors by reminding him about it. Sometimes the best thing a friend can do is help you forget.

To Molly, Eddie had never been anything but gentle and kind. He looked out for her around camp and pulled her out of her shell when he felt she was spending too much time on her own; in short, he was as good a brother as she could ask for. But there was another side to Eddie-- a darker one. It was a face Eddie had never shown to Molly directly, but she'd seen it once, rather by accident, and she'd never quite forgotten it. There was no denying that a piece of his father flowed in Eddie's veins, but Molly knew Eddie wasn't his father, no matter what others (or Eddie himself) might say. Character, as the great Abraham Lincoln once said, is like a tree, and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

She was relieved to see Eddie smile again when she changed the subject, and even more relieved to hear that he'd missed her too. It wasn't that Molly disliked attending high school in her hometown of Seattle, but it did get lonely from time to time. She certainly wasn't as close with anyone there as she was with her friends here. She'd done her best to keep in contact with Eddie throughout the year, and indeed there were some points in her nine months away from camp she was sure she wouldn't have made it through without a call or text from him, but chatting over the phone wasn't nearly as good as seeing him in person. "It was an inspired moment," he laughed in regards to his poem, and Molly smiled. "Well, I'm glad I could be your muse." At that moment she remembered she had a present for him back at the cabin (socks, of course), and was about to tell him so when a bubbly British girl entered the room. Her fashion and accent would have been plenty attention-getting anywhere else, but in the crowded room of teenagers, she got a bit lost. Luckily, Eddie had heard her, and, in his characteristically friendly way, introduced himself and directed her towards the bathroom.

After a mildly uncomfortable scene regarding the news story on the TV, Adam announced the start of introductions, and Molly joined the circle with the rest of the group, positioning herself near Eddie, Avelyn, and Destiny for the security her cabin color provided. She listened to the others speak, nodding along politely and letting out the occasional laugh. After a lull in the introductions, and a gentle nudge from Eddie, Molly spoke up. "H-Hi." She stuttered the first word and caught herself, her cheeks coloring slightly; she wasn't too good at speaking in front of groups. "I'm Molly Kingsley, from the grey cabin, and I like books. Lots of books. All books, really. Today I read..." she caught herself rambling and did her best to get back on course, "Well, nevermind that. I also like coffee and socks" she finished quickly. Well, the socks bit sounded a bit odd, and it certainly wasn't the perfect introduction, but she'd gotten through it, hadn't she?

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Audrey was, indeed, a bit lost. Her eyes and legs kept roaming around for the bathroom. Sure, she had been going to this camp for quite a while, but it was like a public school. No matter how long you've been going there, you'll never memorize and know where each teachers classroom is. It's so big and full of people, it's almost impossible to. Well, at least it was for Audrey. She knew that for sure. Her whole life has practically been getting lost.

"The bathroom's down the hall, to the right."

The voice startled her and made her jump a bit. She was planning on keeping a low profile for now. Drama queens do need attention, though. But Audrey has her more modest moments at times. So much for low profile though. Sure, this guy seemed polite and probably didn't want anything to do with her, but still.

That's when Audrey turned her body so she could face fully to him. She's seen him before. Her eyes squinted as she tried to figure out his name. Edward? Was that it? No. Didn't sound right. She then glanced over at the other brunette girl beside him, and she knew she's seen her around here before... but she didn't know her name at all.

"Oh, I'm Eddie Andrews, by the way."

Eddie. That's right. She knew him. She gave a soft smile to him. "Oh, thank you so much! Jeez, I'm already getting lost and we haven't even been here for that long! I'm Audrey Mortenson." She said with a cheery tone as she introduced herself. She then turned towards the brunette girl, who seemed a little quiet, and gave a slight wave in greeting and a smile before turning around on her heel and heading down the hall, to the right, where the bathroom was located.

Finally, Audrey had made her way to the bathroom. She pushed on the heavy door leading into the women's bathroom and let herself in. The bathroom itself was okay. True, they weren't in a five star restaurant and Audrey wasn't expecting much, but it was better then she thought it would be. It was just a dull colour with a few stalls with some sinks... and mirrors hanging from the wall. Just an average looking bathroom. Audrey shrugged her shoulders as she made her way in to one of the tiny stalls and locked herself in there.

Once she was finished with her business, she made her way out and over to the sink. She began washing her hands with the soap. It said right on the red bottle 'Freshly scented strawberries'! but more smelled like... well... rotten strawberries. Audrey did like strawberries and strawberry scented things, but maybe it was just her today. Being nervous seems to enhance her senses somehow. It was odd.

Audrey then turned off the running water and looked at herself in the wide mirror. She carefully straightened her high, blonde ponytail and made sure her mascara and eyeliner were still intact. She straightened out her shirt and tried to stand up straight, as if she could look about an inch taller then her five foot stature. She sighed and hunched back down again from her tippy toes, but still kept her back straight in confidence. She gave herself one last smile before turning around and exiting the bathroom.

She was just in time to hear the introductions from other people. Audrey stood off into the corner with her arms folded in front of her as she waited for her turn.. or the right time to step in and talk.

"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." Will you now? was Audrey's first thought as she heard this girl speak. Emily Willis. She turned her head to face the girl. Sure, she was pretty, but she basically had competition written all over her perfect skin. Her attitude seemed too much like her own. Stubborn and not willing to let anyone else be on top of the food chain. Audrey was about to open her mouth to make a snappy comeback but bit her tongue down when she heard the quiet brunette girl speak.

"H-Hi," She stuttered at first a bit before pulling herself together, "I'm Molly Kingsley, from the grey cabin, and I like books. Lots of books. All books, really. I read today that..." She paused again for a moment, "Well, nevermind that. I also like coffee and socks" Molly Kingsley. So that was her name. She seemed nervous... but still nice. She turned her attention away from the girl though when she remembered she still had this Emily girl on her nerves.

That's when Audrey took a step forward and cleared her throat loudly. "Hello! My name is Audrey Mortenson. I like old music, any type of animal and, well, winning." She said as she let out a light giggle before taking her step back into the circle, indicating that she was finished. She smiled proudly at herself and sighed,

Audrey then quietly side-stepped her way over to the quiet girl, Molly. She seemed like a nice person, and Audrey bet once they got to know one another they could maybe be friends. She stood right beside the girl before whispering quietly, "What kind of books do you read?" She asked, not looking at the girl but instead looking at the people still introducing themselves so they wouldn't suspect that she was making small talk. She knew this girl was shy just from her own introduction, and Audrey just somehow had that trait to try and make people feel comfortable.





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Glad to have her own introduction out of the way, Molly melted back into the circle to await her heartbeat's return to a normal rhythm. No sooner had she rejoined the circle than Audrey (whose name Molly had learned as the girl hurried off to the bathroom) stepped forward, announcing herself with a confidence Molly herself could never have mustered. She seemed to own her place in the group without coming off as arrogant, and when she beamed at the other campers, everyone (well, almost everyone) returned her bright smile. Audrey seemed like the kind of girl who made friends quickly and frequently, the one you see walking around in a group of 5 or 6 others at all times. Ever the observer, Molly logged her observations of the girl in her mind, saving her mental notes for later. People assumed that because Molly didn't talk much she didn't know much either, but her observant nature and natural curiosity made her a regular fountain of knowledge. She knew all sorts of things about the other campers, quirks and eccentricities she'd picked up on just by watching them, and it was safe to say Molly was nearly as good at reading people as she was at reading books.

"What kind of books do you read?" Molly jumped slightly as a distinctly British voice piped up beside her. She froze for a moment, surprised Audrey was speaking to her, but it didn't take long for her love of books to win out over her silence. "Fiction, mostly," she whispered back, keeping her voice low so as not to draw attention from the others' introductions. "But I read all kinds of things...biographies, histories, memoirs, almanacs, medical textbooks...anything interesting, really..." she trailed off, toying with her bottlecap necklace. "I could lend you something. Y-you know, if you like," she finished quickly, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Deciding she better put an end to their chat before she became even more tongue-tied, Molly turned her attention back to the ongoing introductions, listening as other campers stated their names and interests.

With everyone acquainted, Adam announced the destination of their hike and broke them into smaller groups. Molly experienced a brief moment of panic as she realized Eddie wasn't in her group, but was comforted (and, let's be honest, even a little giddy) to hear she'd be spending the next four hours with Oliver. She had Connor and Lilly in her group as well, and, despite not knowing either very well, she liked them both. Finally there was Audrey, who, if her attempt to converse was any indication of her personality, was perfectly lovely. Slipping quietly from the room, Molly went off to the grey cabin to gather her essentials for the hike (for Molly this meant a change of socks and few good books). Back in the cabin, she traded her shorts for destroyed blue jeans and added an old plaid flannel over the top of her fitted grey t shirt. Fashion had never been very high on her list of priorities (save for socks), and the only major change to Molly's outfit was the swapping of her mustache socks for black ones adorned with yellow submarines (modeled after the Beatles song of the same name). The socks didn't go with any other part of the outfit, certainly not the red Converse on her feet, but she didn't care. As we've said before, Molly was not in the business of denying herself life's simple pleasures simply because others might think her strange.

Before leaving the cabin Molly stocked her backpack with two books (Steinbeck's "Of Mice and Men" and John Green's "Looking for Alaska"). It could be argued that carrying extra weight around on a four hour hike wasn't the most logical thing to do, but Molly couldn't imagine going anywhere without at least one book, and it was always better to have two. Satisfied she had all she needed, she headed over to the totem pole, positioning herself on the edge of the group of those that had already gathered. She knew she ought to approach someone, but she was feeling a bit nervous (the fast pace of the first day of camp could make anyone anxious). Besides, what was the rush? She'd be out on the trail for four hours. She was bound to talk to someone...right?

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



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

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

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

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

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

Four hour hike?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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Eddie acknowledged and even took notes on what people said. Being the boy that he is, he actually enjoyed hearing what people and to say about themselves and their interests. As boring as introductions were, especially for this group where most everyone knew each other, Eddie always found them useful. He then nodded his head at the interactions and swallowed the lump in his throat. His group was an interesting one for the hike, and already they were complaining about Nate. He heard their little spats and conscious whispers after Nate had left.

Scratching his head, he sighed. He didn't mind Nate, in all honesty. Eddie also didn't have to deal with him very often, so he wasn't exactly the best person to ask. Mr. Andrews almost always gave people the benefit of the doubt though too, so... Anyway, Eddie wasn't too worried about Nate getting out of hand or killing someone or whatever people were freaking out about. Eddie knew that the boy obviously had some issues, and the fear that people projected toward him didn't help anything. Eddie would just treat him as anyone else.

Without thinking much about it, Eddie left the media room and went to change his clothes. In the Gray cabin he put just put on his hiking boots and grabbed a sweater. Otherwise, he really didn't need to change his entire outfit. Eddie was generally prepared like that for everything.

The young man then made his way to the totem poles and gathered with the two other Gray members, Avelyn and Molly. First he sent a small wave and gave a hearty, "Hello!"

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Standing on the edge of the crowd, Molly resisted the urge to retrieve a book from her backpack and bury her nose in its pages. She tended to use books as walls (it was infinitely easier to poke her head up over a book than to look someone directly in the eye), but she'd been trying to break herself of that habit. Once she knew someone well she could speak them with ease (take Eddie for example); it was first meetings that gave her real anxiety.

It was hard to say whether Molly's social awkwardness was a product of her upbringing or simply part of her nature. Her mother's despondence certainly hadn't done her any favors, but there was no way to prove she'd have turned out any differently if her mother had been happier, or if she'd had a sibling to play with. It wasn't that her mother had neglected her, not really; it was more a general...inattentiveness. Other mothers plan play dates or take their children to the park, but after her miscarriage, Molly's mother seemed to have trouble just getting out of bed. She was so concentrated on her loss she seemed to forget Molly entirely, and when the five year old girl wasn't in school she was left largely to her own devices. Molly had had to entertain herself, and the first place she'd gone was the family's library. Her mother was a librarian and her father a college professor, so there was never any shortage of books lying around the house, and from a young age she had entertained herself with everything from colorful picture books to dusty encyclopedias. Through elementary school and into middle school, she'd tried to make friends without much success. For all the things she had learned reading, not one of them seemed to help her in proving to anyone she was anything more than an odd little bookworm.

Skip ahead a few years. By the time she was 15, Molly was more isolated than ever. Invisible in the hallways of her school, she spent her free time in coffee shops and bookstores, reading to herself or writing little stories for her own enjoyment. Her father finally began to take notice of Molly's solitary tendencies and, concerned for her "social growth and well-being" sent her off to Camp Liberty for the summer. To this day she could still recall the anxiety she'd experienced at being dropped off the first day of camp 1,000 miles from home, but now she could scarcely imagine spending her summers anywhere else. Which is why, on this sunny Monday morning, Molly (though her quiet appearance didn't show it) was in an extremely good mood. She was smiling to herself (as she often did), listening to the others chat and mingle with one another, when she heard Avelyn's greeting. "Hey, Molly,", her cabin mate beamed, greeting her with a friendly smile. The two didn't know each other particularly well (in the grey cabin Avelyn spent the majority of her time with Destiny while Molly was most often found with Eddie), but Molly had always liked the smart, witty girl. Whereas Molly struggled to find the right things to say, Avelyn always seemed to have a clever response ready and waiting. "Hi, Avelyn," Molly smiled back. As pleased as she was to see Avelyn, she was even more excited to see Oliver standing beside her. "Hi, Oliver," she said, greeting him too. "Crazy hike today, huh? Hope Adam knows what he's getting us into." She turned to see Eddie striding across the clearing, and she smiled. At least she'd get to see him before the hike. "Hey, Eddie," she smiled.

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Oliver chuckled as he began listening to Avelyn. He nodded in agreement when her gaze flickered over to a despondent Nate. It did still surprise him that Nate was still even here. Nate Goravich was extremely unsociable, more than Oliver was on a good day back at school. The fact that the guy managed to return to camp and still be as cold and...odd astounded Oliver. If he didn't really like camp - or people, for that matter - then why the hell was he even here?

Then Avelyn inquired about his year and a small smile painted itself on his face. "It was interesting, that's for sure. Finally graduated, but it still doesn't feel like it." He didn't add that his brother was slightly weird this year either. The guy hadn't wanted to let Oliver out of his sight and threw a bitch fit when it came to Oliver purchasing his cap and gown. The day before graduation, he spent it as far away from Oliver as possible and when he came home drunk that night, he didn't even raise a hand to Oliver when he led him to bed. It was strange and disconcerting. But he didn't add that. He just smiled. "How about you?"

A few moments later, he heard Avelyn call out to Molly and the small smile on his face widened genuinely, warm brown eyes softening at the sight of the seemingly quiet girl. Oliver still didn't understand how she managed to capture his attention so eloquently and so damn easily, but she had it undoubtedly. And while it unnerved him constantly, it left...something else rankling below the docile smiles and gentle words.

"Hey, Molly," he said gently after she greeted him. "Don't worry about the hike. I've got your back." He was probably going to regret that later for how incredibly...dorky that sounded, but for now, he was just pleased to be in her presence.

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





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