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Lily Maris

"Death welcomes frost, for frost brings death"

0 · 435 views · located in The Vigilante Village, Tennessee

a character in “The Vigilante Village”, originally authored by XViolet7, as played by RolePlayGateway



ImageLily Maris Image

Nickname: L, Lil, Maris, Frost Queen, Ice Queen, Frost

Age: 19

Power/Ability: Can create and manipulate Ice

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Dialog: #0404B4

Hometown: Truro in Cornwall, England


Image Appearance

Hair Color & Style: Chocolate Brown; medium length and naturally wavy

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Skin Tone: Light

Height & Body Type: 5’5; Slim

ImageOther Features: Lily has a small icy rose tattoo on her lower back & she has her ears pierced. During the summer time she gets a few freckles on the bridge of her nose & on her cheeks.

Style: Lily likes to dress casual in her comfy leggings, hoodie & flats. She is not the biggest fan of makeup but she will wear a little eyeliner. She typically wears a long necklace with an old fashion key on it. On occasion she enjoys wearing a nice dress & heels.


Image Power ~ The Frost Queen

It is a scientific mystery as to how Lily can create ice. She was born with this powerful magic & from a very young age she was able to manipulate snow; forming simple things such as a snowman to horrific things such as an endless winter. When Lily reached the age of adolescence she learned how to create ice with her bare hands able to freeze anything she touched. As Lily approached her young adult life, touching was not the only way she Imagecould freeze, Lily is now able to aim her hands at anything & a beam of ice will shoot out freezing everything & anything in its course. Lily is also able to control how severe one will be affected by the ice whether they will get immediate frostbite or just a small chill. Lily is also able to freeze objects with her breath, she can create instantaneous icicles.


Image Personality

The best way to describe Lily is free spirited, its what draws most people towards her. Lily loves the simple things in life & has a carefree attitude for the most part. Many see her as cold & very “laisser-faire”. She tends to ignore as much negative as possible so the majority of the time she will tune out fights, bullying & Debby downers. She is not the type of girl you want to come crying too, Lily will simply roll her eyes, shrug & tell you to get over it. She is very Imageblunt & sarcastic.

Lily finds any escape possible and will try to make the good out of any bad situation. She can be quite territorial, she does not deal with anyone trying to mess with her or her brother. If one does manage to piss her off she is not afraid to punch you a cold one & give you frostbite. As much as Lily loves to talk and get to know people her past tends to remain secretive. Many know where she comes from & who her brother is but personal details about her history is locked away.
At the end of the day Lily loves to have a good time & just let lose, partying is a favorite & she strongly enjoys socializing. She has no problem starting up a conversation with a complete stranger, Lily is quite extroverted & loves to show off, which can be a good & a bad thing. For the majority of the time Lily will have a smile on her face & tries her best to get along with everyone.


Likes & Hobbies

● Writing ● Drawing ● Adventuring ● Experimenting with Power ● Gaming ● Partying ● Baking ● Meeting new people ● Vietnamese Food ● Driving into the country and watching the stars ● Sparing ● Shopping ● Debating ● Dancing● Romantic Comedies ● Creativity ● All sorts of music ● Simply hanging out ● Caffeine ● Roses ● The Cold ●




Lily fears the obvious: Fire, she doesn’t mind the heat but tries to avoid anything that is of open flame. She fears the unknown, due to her history, Lily is pretty much kept in the dark about her future, she hates it & wishes she had some sort of plan. Lily fears for her brother, she is afraid his careless attitude will get him hurt, even though they do not agree on many things she does her best to try & protect him & keep him safe.


Lily has a couple weaknesses; the first weakness is her inability to produce ice if she is surrounded by a great amount of heat such as a hot summer day where it’s basically a sauna outside. Another weakness is Fire, if she is burnt it takes moments for her to recover her power & she remains weak until she is able to do so.


ImageImage History

Lily & her brother Nathan grew up in a small community in Truro, England. The two had a lovely childhood for the early part of their lives. Their parents possessed great abilities & encouraged them development of their own powers. They lived in a gorgeous home & had many friends on their street.

Lily first discovered her ability at the age of eight, unlike her brother who had it since birth. She was enthusiastic when she learned of the power she possessed & on the first snowfall Lily was eager to test it out. Unfortunately for her family, the memory is dark. Lily lost control of her ability & caused an endless winter in which many people suffered & some even died. How the chaos came to an end is a mystery.

Unfortunately, rumors spread quickly within the town & the government soon got involved. Lily & her brother were taken captive & were experimented on for several years, until one day when Lily was 15 & Nathan 17, the duo managed to escape.

Their time in the labs was horrific & the siblings have been on the run ever since. They have come to the Vigilante Village for a safe haven & they do not speak of their past.

So begins...

Lily Maris's Story

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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }



The silver car decreased its speed once it came to the sandy, decrepit parking lot of the campsite. A rustic country fence separated the far-off cabins from the clearing, and the rolling Smoky Mountains of Tennessee were looming overhead like watchtowers. The sky was blue, cloudless, and welcoming. Everything was calm and quiet.

The golden-haired girl turned off the radio as she leaned towards the side window next to the passenger’s seat. She placed a hand on the glass, her eyelashes flitting faster than the wings of dragonflies as she processed the colors, the textures, and the sounds.
Joel stopped the car in front of the fence and turned off the engine.

“Well this is it,” he said after a few moments of silence. “You’re finally here. You made it.”

She gazed out the front window, her hands tugging at the bottom of her simple white v-neck. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, taking in the last of the scenery.

“There’s no one here,” she muttered.

“That’s because I had to get here early in order to help with the orientation,” he replied. “Just wait a couple of minutes, and this entire camp is going to be packed. Trust me.”

She shifted in her seat a little, uncrossing her legs and tightening her grip upon the pink crystal in her hands. It was her good luck charm, but he didn’t know that.

He placed a hand on her knee. “You nervous, Perry?”

She sucked on her lower lip. “A little, yeah,” she said with stiffened breath.

“Don’t be. You’ll get along just fine here,” he reassured her for the tenth time. “You’ll make friends and as soon as you know it, this place will become your second home. That’s what happened to me. That’s what’s happened to every single person who’s come here. You think I’m crazy now, but just you wait, Little Miss Perriwinkle.”

Giggling a bit, she turned her head to face his beaming visage. For a moment, he almost looked her age.

Jumping out of her seat, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. In those few seconds, they were as inseparable as conjoined twins. They shared the same blood, the same heart, and the same mind, and although they were seven years apart, they practically shared a soul.

“Thank you, Joel Stone,” she muttered, almost feeling tears behind her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Their arms still around each other, he patted her on the back, his eyes gently closed. “No problem,” he said. “I figured you needed this. I’m sure you need this…”

Finally, they both released their grips on one another, and began to gather their things. She put the pink gemstone in her pocket, while he popped out the Led Zeppelin album from the CD player and put it back in its case.

She opened the door, and could feel the intensity of the fresh country air waft into her nose and beat against her alabaster skin. Joel opened the trunk, and quickly, the two of them grabbed their suitcases. Once they had everything, he locked the car, and led her through the gateway; two wooden planks with a sign on top that read VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. The letters were composed of white hemp cords that looked as though they would never fade away despite their years in the rotting summer sun.

Cabins and wooden huts that looked as though the Cherokee had built them circled around the man and girl as though they were in the middle of some ancient European square. He led her to a bulletin board near a large flagpole. There were two banners waving at the top. The first, obviously, was the American flag. The second was colored a light blue and contained a decorative crest composed of steel, seven stars, and a shield.

“That’s the flag for the W.A.O.H.: the World Association of Official Heroes,” Joel said once he noticed that her head was trained upwards. “They’re the ones who provide the funding for this place.”

He pointed to a paper on the bulletin board, which was green and had a bunch of slots for people to write their names in.

“When you find a place you want to room in, just remember to come back here and write the number of your cabin, and then your full name.”

“Okay,” she said. “Don’t know if I’ll remember that, but I’ll do it.”

He nodded, and their eyes locked. The caramel highlights within Joel’s dark hair glinted like gunmetal in the shimmering sun.

“Alright, Perriwinkle…this is where I leave you. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to.”

She snorted. “Important my ass!” she teased. “It’s not like you’re in the Bronx chasing after crooks and shooting up drug lords. You can unwind, y’know. We’re in the South now.”

She had said her last sentence in a drawl that partially mimicked his. He laughed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll understand someday…when you’re in the same position as me and mentoring some little spunky girl with wind powers.”

She snorted again. “That’s a stupid thing to do! Why would I ever do that!”

They hugged again, although not as tightly as before.

“I’ll see you later, Perriwinkle,” he said before quickly disappearing into the dust.

The girl tightened her grip on her suitcase, twirled her lucky stone around in her denim pocket, and without delay, chose a path.

Every so often, she would look left and right, making sure that nobody was following her or that there were no ghosts around to haunt her or anything. Eventually, she found a cozy-looking cabin situated just underneath a large basswood tree. There was a small plaque on the door that had the number ’12’ nailed upon it with wooden planks. Since ‘12’ was a lucky number of hers, she took it as a sign to go in.

The creaky door slammed behind her, and the smell of pine wafted into her nose. The temperature was surprisingly cool and comfortable, and there was quite a lot of light. She smiled at the sights of the sofa, coffee table, and full-size refrigerator behind the island counter near the backmost wall. This wasn’t your regular, crappy, mosquito-infested cabin that she had read about in children’s books.

She groaned when she saw the sight of the ladder leading upstairs to the beds. Still, it wasn’t a skin off her back. Tightly grabbing onto the handle of her rolling suitcase, she propelled herself into the air with a large blast of wind, and gently floated down like a dandelion seed until her feet reached the second floor. With all her strength, she lifted her suitcase up upon the edge of the farthest bed, and curled her body onto the remaining part of the mattress.

This was it. This was the first time she would be in a place of social interaction with kids her age. It was tragic to think about, but it was happening and she was scared and excited and at the same time, contemplating why she was alive.

It would be an adventure far more entertaining than the ones she had created on the streets of New York.

Hearing sounds coming from outside, Perry lifted herself off the bed and scurried to the nearest window. She watched the teens her age pass by with wide eyes. She wanted to greet them, but at the same time, felt like a queen safe inside her castle tower. So in that moment, she decided to stay inside. Perhaps she didn’t need to go up to them. Perhaps they would come to her…



After leaving Perdita, Joel put both of his hands inside his jean pockets and sauntered towards the staff cabin. He had important matters on his mind, but at the same time, hoped he would be able to fool around with old friends and meet some of the new staff that had been hired during the spring.

Once he came to the large cabin that almost looked three-stories high in length, he produced a pair of silver keys, twisted them through the lock, and walked inside.

It was dark, meaning that no other staff members besides him had been inside the building yet. However, that still didn’t mean that Clover Collins, the lascivious woman in charge of the Vigilante Village, wasn’t inside her office.

He came to her quarters and knocked on the door, which was about a quarter of the way open.

“Clover?” he called. “It’s me, Joel. Are you in here?”

He pushed upon the knob a bit and realized that there was nobody home despite the fact that the lights were turned on.

Right away, he noticed the envelope upon her desk that had his name written on it in bright red letters. He strode into the room, which smelled heavily of lipstick and jade incense, took the envelope between his hands, tore it open, and read the letter inside…

Dear Joel (or if you’re not Joel, which I doubt you are, whoever may be reading this),

I am currently away in Georgia dealing with some important, confidential matters that are of no importance to you or anyone else. While I am gone, I ask that you take care of the camp for me in my absence. God knows how little I do for this godforsaken place anyways. You folks practically keep the site in one piece. Make the kiddies happy and entertain them as best you can. I’ll be back in a day or less. (Hopefully…)

XOXO and a lick or two,

Clover Collins

He folded it and placed the letter, as well as the envelope, back upon her desk. He raised a brow. Important matters? The vagueness of it all planted a seed of suspicion inside his head. Clover Collins was not a woman to trust easily. It was no secret that she had been a cold-blooded killer in her past life; working with a band of deadly assassins who had occasionally affiliated themselves with the mafia. Yet, somehow, she was let off the hook and eventually elected the leader of the Vigilante Village. She was charming, headstrong, and down-to-earth, but certainly not clear. Her motives were unreadable. Her true opinions, well…those were things that only the good gods above knew.

And yet she depended on him. She let him know what was going on, despite the fact that they hardly ever talked. Still, there was a tone she used whenever she talked to him that never failed to place tension in the air. She used charismatic words and gestures whenever she saw him, yet at the same time, her cat-eyes always glared at his with malicious irises that just screamed distrust. She didn’t like him. He knew it. He didn’t care why she didn’t like him, but at the same time, he wanted to know why…

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joel searched through the drawers of her desk until he found a green clipboard and a ballpoint pen. He grabbed a couple of the papers from inside the filing cabinet in the back of the room, and headed back outside, where he sat upon the front porch steps of the staff cabin.

The papers he had attained from Clover’s office had the names of the campers on them, their powers, ages, hometowns, and physical descriptions. There were even a few pictures next to the names of teenagers who had attended the camp in previous years. Relaxed and sturdy, Joel clicked the pen and languidly watched the kids enter the Village. As he checked off the names of the young adults who arrived, he finally had the feeling that this summer would be a great one.

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Character Portrait: Khufu Nemesokar Character Portrait: Perdita Winkler Character Portrait: Nike ReMere Character Portrait: Kennedy MacClaire Character Portrait: Alexa Toretti Character Portrait: Sara Castitas Character Portrait: Joel Stone Character Portrait: Peter Alkaev Character Portrait: Nathan Maris Character Portrait: Lucian Blight Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris Character Portrait: Matt Alkaev Character Portrait: Mihyo Yoo Character Portrait: Joseph Craven Character Portrait: Kian MacClaire Character Portrait: Noel Fairchild Character Portrait: Desmond Walters Character Portrait: Cara Cadwalder
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Sara watched as the trees whisked past. Majestic boughs stretched over her, casting dappled shadows that fell behind her as she ran. The battleaxe and twin hammers strapped to her back and thighs, respectively, gave her incredible stamina. She smiled and leapt agilely over a fallen log, the knives inside her robotic leg lending her speed and and adding height to her jumps. Sara slowed and her power core hummed and glowed as she caught her breath.

Feeling her semi-machine lungs expand to accommodate more oxygen, she sighed contentedly as she gazed at the wooden signs with the familiar words emblazoned in white- VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Smiling and readjusting the bag on her back, Sara walked into camp.

She wandered around, weaving contentedly between the cabins she remembered so fondly. She briefly contemplated how many of her old friends would be gone.

Sara sighed and headed towards her favorite place in the entire camp- the arena. She couldn't wait to train, and with her new armory of this year, she was well prepared to kick some serious butt. She walked into the ring, drawing a scimitar and throwing down a small doubloon-looking coin. The coin shimmered and started to billow out in gold clouds that looked quite a bit like cotton candy. Sara tapped into her machine, enabling her aimbot and damage meters. The golden pirate that had emerged from the tiny coin lit up in colors, much like a heat detector.

Sara grinned- she'd been training with this small device almost all year, and it knew her style. A real challenger to her battle skills. She watched her opponent's color readings closely for indication of an opening. They circled, and with a quick feint and roll to the side from the cyborg, the battle was on.

The golden warrior leapt back, his agility and ability matching hers. Sara held her scimitar towards the pirate, and as expected, he attempted to disarm her by slicing at her wrists. She drew up the blade almost instantaneously, deflecting her opponent's blade and flicking it to the ground, immediately seizing his openings and stabbing down where his unguarded arms were.

He leapt backwards into the air, his agility enhanced as he did a flip. "Just like something I'd do," Sara muttered to herself. "I'm such a show-off." She swept as his ankles as he landed, slicing his left foot clean off and the right severely maimed. The pirate hobbled towards her, his speed and agility decreased but still retaining his brute strength. She exchanged a flurry of parries and thrusts with the warrior, eventually chipping off his fingers and a large chunk of his abdomen. He seemed to be behind today.

Landing a few more lucky hits, the pirate eventually sputtered to a stop, and Sara drew a small handgun and shot him in between the eyes. The pirate shattered into golden shards of glass, which shivered and flew up into the air, meshing and landing in Sara's palm as a coin once again. She exited the arena, her adrenaline and excitement for the new year pumping. She rubbed her warm power core in between her shoulder blades, and meandered towards a large tree where she leapt vertically into its welcoming boughs. She sat, dangling her feet- one metal and one flesh- over the edge of the thick limb. She watched the entrance, noticing campers begin to wander in.

Feeling her power core finally cooling down, she set her path in a beeline to her cabin of last year- Cabin Twelve, under the basswood tree. She pushed the door open hesitantly, listening for sounds and emotion. She sensed a feeling of brief wonder from upstairs.

Shrugging, Sara walked into the huge living room, swiftly scaling the ladder with silent footsteps. Slinging her bag down again onto a bed with no regard to the assorted deadly weapons and bombs contained inside, she quietly approached the girl.

"Hello! I'm Sara. Second year here at the Village. What's your name?" She offered a friendly hand to the girl, who had a seemingly innocent face and wide, doe-like eyes. Sara smiled- this girl was a whirlwind of emotion that she had no care to decipher.

The cyborg girl only knew that this new camper held adventure and memories-to-be in store, along with everyone new this year.

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"Lil...LILY! You're doing it again" Nate moaned. Lily's face was pressed against the glass window of her and Nathan's BMW convertible. She lifted her head at his complaint and glanced around sleeplessly. "Huh?" she mumbled rubbing her eyes open. "Ooh sorry" she grumbled as she noticed the frost on the windows, the car had turned into an ice box and she could see Nathan's breath as he breathed heavily in the cool air. "Sleep frosting again?" Nate joked. Lily rolled her eyes, she was embarrassed for this happened often. She slumped in her seat and refocused her attention to the gorgeous forest they drove past. It was a beautiful day, warm and the trees were full of life. The Gift by Angels and Airwaves played on the radio, today was a going to be a perfect day.

The siblings had a hard year, after they left the camp they had to find a hide out for they were still on the run. Luckily they had met a man who offered them a temporary way out, he changed their identities and gave them a clean slate, but it wouldn't last long. Throughout the year they got jobs and helped those in need. The previous year at the camp had taught them a few skills to help protect civilians from danger. They earned money through anonymous tips that lead them to numerous villains. The duo became well off, but near the end of the year someone caught on and discovered their true identities, they were on the run again. The man that had offered them a way out was found dead in his Manhattan home, so they stayed under the radar and changed their location biweekly.

"Have you planned your welcome back party? Second year at the camp gotta be rowdy, right?" Nate chuckled and nodded "You know it sis, we going to get sloshed tonight!!!" Lily grinned in satisfaction.

After about an hour or so they finally reached their destination, Lily sat up in her seat with excitement as she read the sign at the entrance The Vigilante Village - EST. 1986 the siblings could feel it, they were home. Nate parked the car in the campgrounds parking lot and flung his door open, Lily did the same. They rushed to the trunk of the car and pulled out their suitcases in a hurry, they wanted to get to their cabins. Lily plopped her suitcase on the ground and gave her brother a big hug "We're here! Thank you for driving" Nate nodded "No problem sis, I'll text you the party details later!"

Lily took hold of her suitcase and made her way to her cabin. Cabin 11 the sign read. She walked in, the sight was familiar. She missed the pine smell of the cabin, the log walls and the cozy lounge. She made her way to the chambers half expecting someone to be there already, but it was empty. She claimed a bed and lied down, sighing in relief, feeling free and not on guard for a change.


Nate made his way to the cabin he had stayed in last year. Cabin four the sign read. Nate burst through the door, he was hyper, excited and ready for the "new year". He glanced around and nodded as the memories of last years festivities surfaced. The room had changed little, everything was clean, Nate chuckled as he knew that wouldn't last long. He plopped his suitcase on the wooden flooring and paced around the room, trying to remember something. He spun on his heel and it clicked. He pushed a curtain on the south side of the room and glanced behind it, there were markings, a tally count to be exact, of the amount of parties he threw the previous year. He smiled and accepted his own challenge, there were 22 markings, this year he planned to have at least 30.

Nate made his way back to his suitcase and grabbed it wandering over to the chambers. He squinted his eyes at the dark room and without thought illuminated it. "Shit, sorry bro didn't see you there!" he apologized as he saw Lucian laying on one of the beds. Nate made his way over to a bed, the same one he slept on the previous year, and sat on the edge "I'm Nathan, or Nate" he introduced.

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Character Portrait: Seraphiel Lien Thompson Character Portrait: Lily Maris
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"You will never be able to see the world in it's true colors, until you're covered in crimson."
[ Vigilante Village Outskirts - Cabin 11 ] [ Morning ]

Her hands were covered in dry blood, she was not giving the luxury of having enough time to clean them. The previous days were tiresome ones, she was not sure when the last time she slept was. It was sheer willpower that was keeping her feet from collapsing out from under her, however it was also stubbornness that made the situation worse. Her hair was a mess, her clothes needed washing, and still somehow she managed to look beautiful. As she walked towards what she understood was the camp she would be taking refuge at, she appeared to be very weary of the place itself. Her eyes darted this way and that, both surveying the area, and seemingly not trusting who may be in it.

Seraphiel wasn't happy to say the least. The idea of surrounding herself with a bunch of teenagers with superpowers seemed to be among the worse of her possible situations, but this was her last resort, and most likely one of the only places she would be - if not temporarily, safe. Or perhaps safe wasn't the word, how was being around a bunch of other super powered individuals a safe situation. She had spent the most recent hours avoiding familiar faces. It had not been very long since she infiltrated the government's labs, in a desperate attempt to find herself, or whatever was left of it. What she found would not even begin to piece together her forgotten memories. However, it was enough for her to come to the conclusion that the entire government was corrupt. She was sure it reached even further than the government, to average people, or others with abilities. The world turned round on lies and ignorance.

She wore nothing but a grey checkered long sleeve blouse, and a part of short jean shorts. Her feet were bare, appearing as if they'd been bleeding as well, though one could not be sure as they were also covered with dirt. Her whole body, with only the exception of her face was covered in red tattoos, which she made no attempt to hide or cover up. "Mae." A little girl materialized beside her, ever so frail looking, with pale lavender hair and even paler eyes. "I have stopped the nullification, master." She floated beside Seraphiel, her white drews flowing behind her. 'How many times do I have to tell you not to float like that when we're walking." A grin crept up on the girl's face as she landed gracefully on the ground, "It disturbs people, it's hilarious." she said in her usual monotonous tone.

Finally she had made her way into the camp, passing the parents dropping off their children. It was a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and what would seem to be pure annoyance. It was almost nauseating to be around so many people that were so oblivious to what was actually going on in the world. Seraphiel ignored the people around her, a few hello's were directed in at her and she simply ignored them. She made sure to give each face a voice however, and an overall mood and expression. Seraphiel contemplated her future movements, she knew she was not going to be able to stay at this camp for the duration of the summer. She also knew she was endangering the lives of the people around her. However, that was not something that she cared to concern herself with now.

She peered into the cabins, hoping to find an empty one, one she could have all to herself. Away from all of the children, she didn't have the patience to deal with being cramped in a cabin with other people. The easiest solution, would be just to make herself one. However, that was also the worst solution, but was it really? Every cabin seemed to have at least one person, or some kind of belongings sitting in it already. She looked down at her hands and then her feet, she needed to get rid of the blood, the blood that didn't belong to her. Seraphiel turned into what had looked to be an empty cabin, until she walked in to find another person, almost cursing herself in that very moment. She walked passed the brown haired girl, Mae no longer behind her. Finally she found a bathroom, almost too luxurious for a place like this, shut the door and looked up in the mirror as she cleaned herself up. Seraphiel Thompson she thought to herself, it was as much a lie as everything else about her was. She then played a guessing game with herself about her age.

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Kennedy had been singing, rather loudly, for the past hour and a half of her and Kian's car ride. Their car was an old, white jeep that had been partially refurbished at least seven times, and much against their parents will, it was one of their favorite things. Despite it's peeling paint and rather loud exhaust, it was a great size and had one of the best installable stereos money could buy. And currently, Kennedy was enjoying that aspect. "Kennedy, please," Kian mumbled, using his right hand to attempt to shut her up, while keeping his left on the wheel. To his delight, she actually stopped, however it was not due to his request, but instead the beautiful view.

"Wow..." Kennedy whispered, her face pressed up against the glass window as the car slowed to a stop. Finally, she thought, popping the car door open before Kian had even put it in park. She was more excited than she could contain, although she quickly calmed herself down, putting on a blank expression and glancing at her brother as he exited the vehicle. Kian laughed at Kennedy, noticing her sudden shift into her typical moody self.

"Help me with the bags," he muttered, opening the trunk and slinging his backpack on, along with a duffle bag over his right shoulder. Looking around at the the camp, he took a deep breath, smiling. He was so happy to be back. The past year at home had not been the easiest for Kian and Kennedy, their parents growing increasingly frustrated with most things they did, at least when they were around, so he was very happy to be back at a place he loved. A place they could go to get away. Kian was brought out of his daze when he was hit from the size by something weighing about 40 pounds, nearly making him lose his balance. "Heads up," Kennedy mused, chuckling at Kian almost lost his footing. She'd thrown her duffle bag to him, not wanting to carry it, and picked up her shoulder back. "Hurry up Kian, we've got to seize the day."

Kian simply scoffed and rolled his eyes in response, picking up the bag after gaining back his balance and slinging it over his other shoulder. He watched Kennedy grab out her other, much smaller bag, and close the trunk, then started walking. The overarching gate only made him more excited as he lead Kennedy to what he hoped would be her best summer yet. The two kept silent as the neared the cabins, Kennedy taking in all of the new sights. "So here's where I'll leave you. Find a cabin, okay? And be friendly, and mark a bunk. And I will be nearby if you need me." Kian took the second duffle off of his shoulder, handed it to her, along with a light pat on her back, and gave her a look to go. "See ya." Kennedy spoke both words slowly and thoughtfully, as if she had to force them out painfully. Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she plastered on her cheeky smile, winked at Kian, and turned towards the nearest cabin, cabin 11.

Kennedy rolled her suitcase to the door, taking a deep breathe before pushing it open. "Hello?" Her voice wasn't very loud, but it was loud enough that anyone in their would hear. Walking forwards, and arriving at the beds, she saw a girl laying on a bed and and waved her a small hello. "Hi, I'm Kennedy.


Kian's eyes were trained on his sister until she entered the cabin. Good luck, he thought, beginning to walk and look around at the cabins. He wasn't quite sure where he wanted to room, and didn't want to make that decision until other's had, worried about taking a cabin that someone else wanted to be in. He dropped his duffle near a tree and pulled off his backpack, taking out his phone. He snapped a quick picture of the beautiful scenery, a little upset that it didn't come out as nicely as it looked in person, and then put it away again. He left his bags by the tree, heading towards the mess hall. Boy, was he hungry...