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Oliver Hale

"I guess you can say, I'm kinda a secret weapon of sorts..."

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

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"Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in (oh oh oh oh)”

-Imagine Dragons, Monster
Carry On, My Wayward Son, Kansas || Monster, Imagine Dragons || Numb, Linkin Park |




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|Name|
Oliver Marcellius Hale

|Nicknames|
It's probably wise to just call Oliver either Oliver or Hale. The only people who can get away with calling him Ollie were his brother and father and well, if you spend your entire life in fear of them, you'd let them get away with anything too. But he does answer to Hale. And perhaps, if he got close to someone...he might allow Ollie or even Marcel.

|Age|
18

|Color|
Is it that surprising that he has been in blue? He doesn't act like the others much, but with his skills, it definitely isn't too much of a surprise.

|State|
He hails from Los Angeles, CA.

|Gender|
The guy stands at 6'2 and is obviously muscular. If that doesn't prove how much of a male he is, then you obviously need your psyche checked. Just...look at him!

|Years at Camp Liberty|
This Oliver's fourth and final year here at Camp Liberty and he is sincerely going to miss it. It's been his sweet escape for years.




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"Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor”

Kansas, Carry On, My Wayward Son




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Favourite...

|Country?|
This was never something Oliver ever thought about. He's only wanted to get away from home. Sure, traveling sounds nice, but then again, anything is better than where he is right now.

|Song?|
Let's see...nope, there is no favorite song. He's boring - you might wanna ask someone else.

|Movie?|
He is secretly a fan of all of the Star Wars movies ever created. He might have snuck out to one of the conventions a few years back and kept all of his Star Wars gear hidden.

|Decade of the 1900's?|
Why should he care about any decade? There hasn't been any part of the 1900s that he actually cared about or thought about.

|Season?|
Summer has always been his favorite. It was an excuse to get out of the house and away from his family. It was hot, fun, and his means for escape to Camp Liberty.

|Animal?|
Oliver has a weakness for all things cute, which is weird when you consider his personality, but he genuinely likes all animals. There isn't one he can particularly say he enjoys the most, but it seems he has an affinity for birds. They always fly near him or perch themselves on his shoulder.

|Color?|
He likes green. Don't ask him why, but he just seems to favor the color.

|Celebrity?|
He's a guy. A celebrity he would like? Perhaps Scarlett Johansson...she's hot. And kickass.

|Food?|
Burgers. Burgers are awesome, especially with cheese and bacon.

|Smell?|
Vanilla is a gentle scent, one that he can simply relax to.





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"I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you”

Linkin Park, Numb




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|Likes|

Bacon Cheeseburgers || Fitting In || Sports || Competition || Camp Liberty || Genuine Friendships || Black Coffee || Board Games || Video Games || Surfing & Swimming || Animals || God || Cute/Adorable Things/People || Beer || Bourbon || Popsicles || Jogging || History || Clean Rooms

|Dislikes|

His Scars || His Family || Unnecessary Violence || Pigheadedness || Snobs || Bigotry || Abuse of Any Kind || Marshmallows || Chocolate || Violation of Privacy || Emotional Dependency || Girls Crying || Bullies || Religion

|Secrets|

|| His father and older brother are abusive to him and are the reason his younger brother is dead. ||
No one knows how damaged the quiet boy in the Blue group is - not many would even care, least of all his family. With their mother dead, their father pretty much raised an abusive older son who did nothing but manipulate Oliver. He was even sexually assaulted by his older brother and when he would fight back, his father would give a punishment until Oliver learned how to fight them both off or appear numb to the pain. But the worst action of all was when his brother would threaten to beat him harder if Oliver didn't hit their younger brother. His brother even made Oliver watch as the little boy died at the pier.

|| He is going to join the army. ||
Oliver has not told his brother and father this, but he is planning on making his way to nearest army base and enlisting into the army. They never drop him off at camp or pick him up, so they would never have to know. He's always wanted to put his strength and skill to good use and it would be a permanent escape. Besides, all he knows is orders.

|Fears/Phobias|

{Agraphobia} Fear of sexual abuse|| His father and brother || {Claustrophobia} Fear of confined spaces|| {Erotophobia} Fear of sexual love

|Oddities|

Oliver has obsessive-compulsive tendencies such as constantly making sure that his bed is made and his things are in order and if you ever think about disrupting the organization he has built, he tends to snap. || Despite the brooding facade, he actually adores cute and adorable people/things. || He is ticklish. || He rubs the back of his neck when he's tired or even absentmindedly.




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"I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,
I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me."

Imagine Dragons, Monster




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|Personality|
What do you have left once you take an innocent young boy, rape him, beat on him, cause him to beat on the one person who depended on him, and who you've made watch said dependent die without allowing him to do anything? Well, you leave behind a boy with a very powerful rage that even he fears and tries to hide with a cool, calm, and collected facade. On the inside, all Oliver has had to care about is his own survival and that shows in his strength and physical prowess. And when he is not at camp pretending to fit in with the Blue campers, he is willing to do any and everything to survive - even wage war against his father.

However, when he is at camp or just in the presence of others, he appears slightly anti-social with strong morals and an affinity for helping out those who get bullied, even if it is by his own team. He is quite loyal to them in a sense, but then again, once away from the abuse he is loyal to those he considers friends. During these times, he is shown to being able to relax and even jest with others, opting to play games and participate because that is what he is good at and he likes the feel of people liking him. No one else ever has.

Any friends he made at home could never visit because his brother and father would have hit him in front of them and even threatened to kill his old best friend. One of the most negative aspects of his relationships gained from his experience is that he refuses to have meaningful romantic relationships and has not considered many people his best friends. While he might appear passive, he genuinely sticks to just being such and you would have to earn the rank of best friend as only few did. And for the ladies? He has abstained from emotional connections, opting rather to have sexual. He doesn't think anyone would want to deal with both his physical and emotional scars.

|History|
At this point, it is safe to call Oliver the youngest child in the Hale family. The grandson of a war hero, Oliver has spent his whole life trying to be someone else, not the guy that cowers beneath either his brother or father's hands. He worked to not flinch in their presence, to not fear them so that they would not be interested in hurting him. He even learned to develop the blankest and coldest of faces in the face of someone else's pain, like when his older brother threw their younger brother off the pier and made Oliver say that the boy fell on his own. All of that has hardened him in a way and Camp Liberty became the one time in his life where he was at peace. While he could always join sports clubs and be involved in school, which he did, being away for a few months was possibly the greatest thing in life. Besides, he's made a few friends here. He is pretty much one of the most active and physically capable on the Blue team. Even though he's the typically quiet yet nice one, his strength is something to be admired and he can be quite competitive at times. Camp Liberty has been amazing to him.

And now that that's coming to an end, he has no choice but to move on and do what his grandfather did - join the army. Who would want to stay with the sadists in his home anyway? Even though his brother has never touched him sexually since he was ten, he still manages to remind Oliver of it at every chance he gets and punches him the most. And it's not like they would come after him. They think his ability to empathize - his retained compassion - is a weakness and want nothing to do with him anyway. Besides, his pain tolerance has increased. He is unaffected by them most of the time; he's gotten boring.




So begins...

Oliver Hale's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just as Oliver was about to chide Lacey and tell her let Ari get a few moments of peace before more people filled in, more people filled in. A few other campers entered the room; one in particular catching Lacey's eye for some odd reason. He was a male, a kid, and Lacey's eyes followed him like a hawk. Molly came in next and a small smile stretched over his face at the sight of her.

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

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

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

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


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



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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

Okay, a few things he did know.

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

2) Meth.

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

4) What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He began to watch the TV intently.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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






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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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




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

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





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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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.