Rival High School Roleplay

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

Mrow, I can if that's no problem!!

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Go for it. It'll be easier for me to go second.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(Sorry for me taking so long to do this dumb thing!! And I'm particuarily lazy today so I'm linking the pages for info on my characters in the URLs provided...)

It was a bright and early morning. The sun was rising over the valley's edges, considerably brightening up the cold atmosphere around the waiting camp counslers. A rumbling could be heard in the distance as several buses made their way up the road to the camp.

In the valley there were several buildings. Some were large for various reasons; one had an indoor pool, the other was a mess hall for eating, and so on and so forth. There were courts for basketball and volleyball, a large field for baseball and soccer, and an archery place thing. A huge lake resided in the center of it all, with two docks for fishing. There were various 'NO SWIMMING' signs posted around the lake.

As the buses finally pulled up, the counslers, who wore whatever they wanted to, smiled, holding clipboards with information. Campers began to get off of the bus, talking excitedly desite the early hour.

Dressed in casual jeans, a white shirt, and a jean jacket with a fur collar,Melbourne trudged off of one of the buses, looking around. It was his second time to this camp. Last year he met two great friends. Throughout the year he lost contact with them and defintely was anxious to see if they were here again.

A young girl, Asavare, leapt from the bus and looked around herself excitedly. The dirty-blonde haired girl wore a bright green shirt and beige capris. She had never been to a camp like this before as she turned on her heel, her white sneakers aleady getting dirty in the gravel.

"Valmir!" she called out, turning around as a young boy who looked similiar to her exited the bus in a much less exhuberant manner. He wore simple jeans and a long sleeved brown shirt that had black designs along the sleeves.

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{[Oh geez, pictures-pictures... what do I have? :looks though art files and photobuckets: I'm sorry I don't have profiles or anything. Yours are all neat and pro. I'm gonna kind of wing this, K? ^_^;; You know one thing I like about RPGs is it sometimes inspires me to draw pictures and get out of the slump of drawing the same character over and over. @_@;; Well, I know the first character I wanted to play, so I might gradually introduce others when I feel the need for them. -_-;;]}

Terrence, aka Tak, as his "friends" called him, slumped down the stairs of his designated bus. The mornings were too bright... He paused, holding onto the rail that lead from the bus. He didn't... want to be here exactly... His parents wanted him to become more social and thought a camp like this would help him (scratch that)- FORCE HIM to socialize.

He stared at the outside world like this smelly, hot bus was his cocoon of safety. One step for Tak, one giant leap for.... an ant maybe? Once outside and exposed to what real, oxygenated and pollen filled, air should smell like, Tak took in a deep, refreshing breath. Despite his flushed face and the dark circles around his eyes he was feeling pleasant in the nature of this atmosphere.

Tak didn't want to get involved with the other kids. There were kids of all ages here and he was barely fourteen. Tak's bag lay on the ground next to him, but it seemed like they were told to put their large bags in a pile with their bus number until they were assigned their room or something? He couldn't remember, but he supposed carrying around his duffel bag would be a pain.

He looked down at his worn skater sneakers and the jeans that practically covered them to the tips. The ends of his jeans were always tattered and dirty from his walking on them. He wore an over sized T-Shirt. He'd taken it out of his mother's closet. She did a lot of helpful volunteering and kept the corny, freebie T-Shirts. One he'd brought had a happy, child drawn Sun on it that said "I Donated Life. Serenity Blood Drive." The one he was wearing now was hardly visible through a long, over sized jacket. It was a radio station T-Shirt, mostly white with cheap graphics criss-crossing behind the 89.1 (or whatever it was) "The Eagle" (or whatever it was called). Even with his large T-Shirt, it didn't completely cover the end of the belt he had tightly strapped around his hips to keep the jeans on.

It might occur to other people the boy was very poor or the victim of terrible hand-me-downs. From all the clothes most people would think he might be on the... chunky side. The truth was he just didn't care much about how he looked and almost found the horrible T-shirts and his sense of dress humorous. Body wise, his girth wasn't as large as his clothes made him out to be. He only had a slight tummy, he didn't exercise much... he wasn't stick thin or bulky with any type of muscle mass. His body was soft, perhaps seemingly along the lines as undeveloped rather than unfit...

He put a hand on his stomach... He hated being here more than ever now.... So many kids were socializing... Tak could see a lively girl calling to someone in the next bus over. He decided to vacate the area, hopefully going unnoticed. He drug his duffel bag to a hiding place he'd be able to find later, then ventured from it, like a bird trying to distract humans from its ground-bound eggs. He'd been the subject of bullying before, though not much with the alliances he'd formed in school. Still he half expected his things to be missing or ransacked when he returned (even with the lock and all). That's why he also had a backpack with him that had his most valuable items in it along with a clean pair of underwear, his deodorant and mouthwash.

Kids could be cruel, the world could be cruel. What was the point in taking chances with all these strangers? Terrence brushed his hands through his hair, feeling a tad stressed in the crowded environment, sliding his fingers over two small horns as he did so. His wavy hair usually covered his horns, for the most part. He didn't need one more reason to be strange, but he didn't think he was strange...

[I'm sorry if that wasn't too grand... @_@ It's three am and I'm not feeling too sharp.]

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(O_o; Dude... That was grand! XD Dont' sell yourself short, yo! And it's fine to introduce whoever you need. That's what Rp fun times is for! And if you draw anythin', I defintely wanna check it out!)

Melbourne was also not going to be particuarily social as one of the camp counslers spoke up.

"Hey there!" she said with a smile. "Can I have everyone's attention? Good, thanks! I just want to welcome all of you to Geist Camp! If you're coming back, then that's great! Just be sure to pull nice pranks on the new ones." She laughed as with the kids who had been to the camp before.

"Alright, now we're going to split up," another woman spoke up. "I want everyone fourteen and under to go the cabins on the left and campers fifteen and up going to the right. You can spend the next hour unpacking and getting used to the area. Then I want everyone to gather in the mess hall! Alright, go ahead!" The campers began to split into their age groups.

Melbourne headed with the other fifteen and older, as he was almost seventeen. Asavare and Valmir went to the left, as both of them were fourteen.

Another shy thirteen-year-old stood near Tak. She had short brown hair that was tipped in lavender and blue eyes behind brown eye glasses. She wore a white shirt that read 'Stop following me. But I am you. Ok then. ' and long jeans. Regular sneakers adorned her feet and she had tons of jingly bracelets on her wrists. She offered Tak a shy smile as she picked up her purple dufflebag and yellow backpack. It had wings.

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[If I draw anything I'll definitely link you. BTW, I'm not sure if the link showed up well or not, but Terrence's appearance is linked to his name the first time I wrote it there. I had a hard time drawing him at first, but that drawing is actually from the margin of my math notes.
Heheh, well I hope my writing's okay. Thanks ^_^;;]

Tak saw the girl smile at him, but his instant reaction was to look away. He hadn't been paying close attention to what they were suppose to be be doing, but vaguely caught the fact that they were splitting up the age groups. He assumed there would be another counselor there to help assign cabins. He hoped the boy cabins were far away enough from the girls cabins that they didn't stink up the place with perfume.

Tak lounged about towards his duffel bag, waiting for people to clear the area a little. He found his duffel bag again and saw that the lock was gone. "Shit!" He said, feeling it was a pretty heavy curse word and deserving of this moment. He opened his bag and dug through it. Everything seemed to be in order.... nothing important was gone. Maybe the lock had fallen off or an animal got to it? He sighed, trying to keep the paranoid thoughts at bay. He really hated being at camps.

He heaved up his duffel bag and then began the trek towards the middle school half. For a moment he was struck with the fear of them having co-ed cabins then realized no camp in history, whether because of a sense of decency, a fear of parents or a lawsuit, ever co-ed minors and certainly never co-ed middle schoolers. His fears were ungrounded, but he couldn't help, but feel the anxiety over it. He had enough trouble with boys... This damn week was going to be a nightmare.

[I'm splitting this, because I change the style for Mylo's writing. But I may not split them all the time. If the cursing is too much just tell me.]

His long black hair had grown out an inch or so from his scalp, making one awful hell of a blond roots section. In Mylo's opinion it looked hideous and, as soon as he found some of his buddies, he'd have someone cut it all off. For the time being the sixteen year old was heaving around his backpack as well a guitar case. He didn't have any hug ass bag with him and thus hadn't come entirely prepared.

There was always a camp store and he could always wing it. Steal someone's shaver or a deodorant. Heck he'd already snagged some gum from some kid's duffel bag. It was one of the younger kids, trying to hide their shit under a bush.

Last year he'd been too busy to come to any of these cute little camps. He'd been competing with a band, but that shit got old fast, especially when the band didn't appriciate you. The year before this year he'd come when he was fourteen, met some kids, knew some kids. He was told by his home friends he'd been rather popular. Whatever.

He followed the heard of highschooler over to their side of the camp. Bumping into quite a few people who knew him and he could only smile at, because he sure as hell didn't remember them. Finally some of his other pals began to show up.

Ricky was a pudgy kid with dark, bowl-cut hair and was Mylo's main man. He'd already gathered a group of acquaintances. Mylo wasn't about to bother with learning all their damn names or anything. He didn't do that, he played his guitar and he talked to people. Yeah to some he probably came off as an ass hole, a snob or jerk, but he didn't really care. His only friend was strapped to his back and everyone else was just around to be used.

Mylo scanned the group that was apparently going to be "his". Ricky was maybe the only guy Mylo could trust. Ricky remembered people's names and he could look like he gave a shit about them. The crowd he was looking at didn't look too bad.

Mylo shrugged, so what if he was the only one with lip and brow piercings, not to mention the ears, his showing tribal tattoos on his shoulders and arm. He was wearing sensible clothing. A tang top hoody with a some crazy skull and paw print pattern on. Worn jeans, that had autographs all over them. He didn't care if people wrecked his stuff. He just thought it made it more unique and was perhaps one of the ways he could actually feel close to people. He always wore his jackets with rolled up sleeves and somehow the jackets always managed to fall to his elbows.

He wore arm-socks ("arm warmers", whatever the little slutty fucks called them), they didn't match in pattern, but were both black and white. One of his hands had the nails colored red and the other colored black- both with sharpies when he got bored. He kept telling himself he was going to die of sharpie poisoning and should just use nail-paint (nail-polish, whatever those little tits called it) His Vans didn't match in color or pattern either and he just didn't wear socks. The last accessory he wore was an old school spiked collar, but it was attached to these dog tags.... The whole collar thing seemed poser-punk he supposed, especially since he'd bought it at Hot Topic, but he got dog tags with Stewie from Family Guy on one and Invader Zim on the other.

He wasn't really High school Cool in his own opinion. He got along well with a few college kids though and for some reason that still registered as "cool" for kids his age. Whatever.

"Ricky, my boy." Mylo said, putting an arm around his friend. "What's going on here?"

"Don't give me that, Mylo, you remember these guys?" He asked, waving a hand at the group. Mylo nodded to all of them and said his hellos. Both he and Ricky knew he didn't remember all of them, if any.

"Anybody got a shaver or something, I haven't been taking care of this." He said pointing to his head.

"I think I could help you out." Said a girl. "I can cut hair anyway, someone else is going to have to provide the razor." She had long dishwater blond hair and looked normal enough that she could've been pulled straight out of a corny chick catalog or something...

"Great! Great..." Mylo said. He stood up off of Ricky and put a hands on his hip. "Now do we got any blade donations?"

[Sorry I don't have a picture of Mylo at the moment]

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(It's fine but should be noted that there's not camp store and Mylo is defintely NOT the only kid with eyebrow piercings, lip piercings, or tattoos. XD And I love to swear, trust me. I drop f-bombs all the time.)

Melbourne could overhear some kids behind him chatting away. Looks like others have already found people that they remembered. It made him miss the two he knew, looking around for them again. They weren't there.

When he heard 'blade', he couldn't help the urge as his hand trailed to his back pocket. His fingers grazed over it, feeling the security blanket that he always carried with him; an old box cutter. He sighed a bit, looking at one of the cabins. 'Oakmont' was the name of it. All of the cabins had some sort of nature theme going on with them. Melbourne trudged up the stairs, passing by the small front porch and entered. Four beds sat at each corner, a small dresser beside them. A door to a small bathroom stood directly opposite of the front door. It had a small toilet and a sink with a dirty mirror. Showers were a community-type thing and had a seprate building.

Walking in, he took the bed on the far left, away from the front door. Setting down his bag, he started to unpack.

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The girl looked down when Tak looked away from her, feeling a bit dejected. Cabins were not co-ed, so Tak's fears were laid to rest.

Valmir stood in front of a cabin labelled 'Syracuse'. He entered it, looking around. The younger cabins looked exactly the same as the older ones.

"You gonna stand there or move it?" a burly looking thirteen-year-old said. Valmir eeped a bit, quickly moving in and staring at the rather tall kid. The smaller youth blinked at the three piercings on the kid's lips; a spiked one on the left, a ball in the center, and a matching spiked one in the right. He had short black hair with a few strands in the front pure white. The kid had nice brown eyes as he looked around the cabin with a grin.

"Not bad," he noted as he took a bed to the right of the doorway. He wore an easy fitting t-shirt and jeans that had quite a few chains hanging off of them for no real reason. Valmir could've sworn that he had seen a bit of silver in the kid's mouth, but could be mistaken as well... Hesitatingly, he took the bed opposite of the other boy.

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[Well, yeah, Mylo isn't the only one. He was the only one within the group he saw. It was only written that way to introduce his appearance. Anyway, How many characters are you playing now?

BTW you went to camps when you were a kid right?
For trivia sake I haven't asked you your MBTI type yet, have I?]

Ricky was exasperated with his friend already, but then again, Ricky was always exasperated. It was his way of being down to earth. Especially when he had friends like Mylo who had to be reeled in every few minute.

"You know what I hate about fancy food, Rick?" Mylo was saying, out of nowhere. The girl had told him that she would find some scissors then find him at his cabin. Mylo hadn't been too thrilled about that, but Ricky had reeled him in.

"What?" Ricky indulged him.

"It's really grand and all, but after you eat, you'll always be hungry again in like an hour. Then you go back to eating your normal food. And half the time fancy food doesn't fill you up anyways. So it's not consistent." That really did bother Mylo.... "We're in Oakmont." Mylo told Ricky.

"Jeez, what's with these names?" Ricky asked, almost on the verge of cynical.

Mylo smirked, knowing what he was getting at. "Yeah, they're fucking street names." He laughed.

"Mylo, I'm not technically in the same cabin as you."

Mylo put a finger over his mouth. "Come on, live a little."

Ricky rolled his eyes, "Well, when the actual inhabitance start to gather and my gut is in their way..."

Mylo nudged open the door, it looked like those "inhabitance" might already be there. There was only one other kid though. Mylo waved to him in a very casual manner. Mylo threw his bag onto the closest free bed and carefully put his guitar against the wall.

"Are you going to tell me what happened last summer?" Ricky asked, hardly noticing there was someone else in the cabin. He'd been waiting to ask and was interested, since during the whole ordeal Mylo whined to him like a bitch in emails and on the phone, but had never really been clear about what happened.

"Yeah, yeah. After my hair alright?" Mylo said.

"God, Mylo! You wouldn't tell me all year. All I got were rumors."

"They probably weren't too far fetched." Mylo fell back on the bed he'd claimed.

Ricky was feeling exasperated again. "Oh, hey." He said, taking notice of the other kid finally. "I'm Ricky. This is Mylo. We bicker like old men."

"Actually only Rick does the bickering." Mylo snickered.

Terrence had been handed a piece of paper by some man, who was a part of the camp staff… He'd hesitated in finding his cabin, but decided he ought to face the music. He was rather tired, even rattled. What was he going to do about this week? He was freaking out about everything. He found his cabin, "Syracuse".

Okay, then.... It was a newer cabin, at least it looked newer and not like globs of paint had been used to "repair" it. He walked on up and into the cabin. There were already two people here. He quietly made his way to the bed on the left side of the door. He would take whatever was closest and free and the bed looked close and free. He sat down, facing the wall, trying to give off the message that he wasn’t interested in socializing to the others.

In the minute that past, he felt like he’d accomplished this. In his defeated, hunched over position he glanced at the other two occupants. Was twotoned hair In? He wouldn’t know. He probably looked like the poorer-than-shit kid. The kid that everyone thought would probably stank. Honestly, he could see that though. One of the kids looked like a punk, the other looked normal enough.

Neither of them seemed as shitty as he was. He supposed he won the shitty contest. His natural hair color was dulled out brown-red, which in turn looked maroon and probably like ghetto dye. And it was grown out a bit and wavy. He noted the one boy had a few piercing. It didn’t look like he’d be able to kiss girls like that, but Tak thought that sort of rebellious punk look was popular with girls. Tak wasn’t allowed to have (visible) piercing, which sucked when you were a year older than a kid who had like three. When he started asking about getting a piercing his mother started checking him for them almost everyday. Ears, nose, mouth, brows, nipples. Well, what mamma didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her…

Terrence pushed his stuff into the corner near his bed, along with his shoes and then flopped over on the bed. Even with layers of clothing he could see the curve, at least it wasn’t extremely obvious, to the point they’d think of moving him to the girl’s cabins. He really hated this, he’d really hate his week. He curled up on his bed, hoping the other two would leave him alone.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(Yeah, I went to camps when I was a kid. O_o; I went to the dumb school-oriented ones and went to camp ground camps. I wuv those ones a lot more. *huggles the family's pop-up* The school ones I went to never had a store, 'cause us kids couldn't be trusted with monies. You know how that goes. XD Now, granted, that was an incredibly long time ago.

...

Crap, don't tell me I'm that old. ... MBTI? What's that?)

Melbourne looked up when he saw them and just concentrated on what he was doing. When he heard one of them talking towards him, he looked over and offered a small, clipped smile.

"Hey," he nodded. There was a pause and he said his name, eyes looking away. "I'm Melbourne."

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(OOh! And I found out the termonology for Brutis' piercings. The two on his sides are called Snake Bites and the two on his tongue are Venoms.

...And you'll have to forgive me, I have NO CLUE how to play young kids. DX )

As Tak came in, the boy with black-and-white hair would've said something, but the kid seemed preoccupied with trying to look distant. Brutis only grinned as he took the bed beside Tak's.

"So what're you trying to do?" he asked him, starting to unpack. Valmir just stared at the two and saw that Brutis was unpacking. So he started to as well.

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[I thought you probably did, I was just wondering what kind of camps. I only went to one school camp and they didn't even put us in cabins. It was like a large dorm. Other times I was forced to go to this pathetic camp every summer. All of our camps took place in the mountains, which was kind of nice I guess, but there were bears and the cabins were crappy. They didn't have bathrooms or anything. There was a camp store, but I don't remember that it had very useful stuff (it was more like T-Shits and shit) and it was only open like on one day. The one school one was better. I also had family reunion camp outs, but I don't know if those counts.

Myers-Brigg Type Indicator. Eh, if you haven't heard of it it's no big deal. Not many people seem to heard of it. >_< I already suspect what type you are, so it's not a big deal. XP Mostly because people I ask end up being a certain type.]

Ricky smiled, the other kid seemed kind of shy. "That's a cool name. Better than plain names like Ricky. Geez I might as well be from a 50s show."

"Hu?" Mylo didn't get what he meant, didn't watch that many shows made in the fifties and found it an odd remark anyway. "Mylo is a pretty normal name too I guess." He said pulling on his right brow ring.

"Mylo, it's looking infected already."

"It's my allergies." Mylo said, afraid that would happen. "I tried to get quality metal and everything."

"Well I guess with the pollen fuse... You should at least take that one out." Ricky stated. For some unknown reason- supposedly allergies- certain piercings would get irritated when Mylo was outdoors.

"I'll get it in a minute." He said, looking back towards the other kid. "Hey, you."

"Melbourne, he said his name was Melbourne, Mylo."

"Oh, like Mel?" Mylo wondered.

Ricky rubbed his shoulder. "Listen I don't think he really wants to be bothered."

"Hu?" Mylo looked over at him again. "Well, alright. Where is that girl?"

"She's probably just settling in. Speaking of which, I should go find my cabin." Ricky said looking at the slip.

Mylo rolled his eyes. "If the other person who's suppose to be in here even shows up, we'll beg him to trade you. Offer him like saved seats or something."

Ricky sighed, dropped his stuff and sat on the end of Mylo's bed. "Well, let's see you actually work that shit out."

Tak didn't realize right away that the one with the lip piercings was talking to him. He rolled onto his back and saw that the boy had moved to the bed next to his. "Nothing, I'm tired from the trip." He lied and turned away, that was that, as far as he was as he was concerned.

[Eh, I don't really know how to play kids either. It probably doesn't have to be like super official if we're doing it for fun. BTW it's only 2:30pm here]

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(I looked it up... Why did you want to know that? o_O; And I was too lazy to see what type I am, so what am I? And what are you?)

Melbourne listened to them and was slightly miffed that they seemed to have just simply shrugged him off. Well, whatever then.

'Fuck it,' he grumped in his head, lips pressed together as he just went back to unpacking. This camp was dumb anyways. The teenager set it into his mind that he wouldn't have a good time, no matter what.

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(XD Heh! So we'll both be in the dark then!)

"So you're just gonna sleep? Like that? That's stupid," Brutis said as he walked over, standing next to the bed and staring down at Tak.

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[I'm obsessive and like to categorize things. Which one would you guess I am? Guess first?]

Mylo glanced at the other kid in the room. Was he really uninterested in talking? Being the sort of curious person Mylo was he couldn't help, but feel they were leaving him out. But Ricky was the one who knew how to pick up on signals and the like... "Hey, Mel. Can I call you Mel?" Mylo began ignoring Ricky's advice.

Ricky's round face flushed with a bit annoyance. "Mylo, don't pester people if they don't want to be pestered." Ricky snickered quietly between them.

Mylo waved Ricky's concern away. "I don't think he doesn't want to be bothered Ricky. I can feel it." Mylo decided.

Ricky rolled his eyes and looked over at the other boy. He didn't LOOK like he wanted to be bothered. Ricky wasn't the type to rely on hunches, if someone seemed like they didn't want to be bothered, they didn't want to be bothered. He was normally good at judging people that way he thought.

Tak was annoyed that this kid wouldn't let it rest. "Look... we had a really long drive..." He sat up, glanced at the boy, then looked back at his feet. "We had to get up early to be prepped at our school and all. We're all poorer than shit and ghetto material you know." He figured it wasn't that far off. "The whole way the popular girls sang stupid songs and didn't let anyone sleep." That was somewhat true, they'd sung like two songs before everyone had shut up. It had been fairly quiet from then on.

Tak had put his backpack between him and the small girl sitting on the same seat as him. Her friends had sat across the aisle, so the whole time she'd been busy talking, but she was one of those people who thought she was going to be the first woman president to accomplish peace and happiness over the whole world with her goodness. Cheir was probably one of the most annoying human beings on Earth. She was more energetic than a bunny during mating season on coffee and tried to "like" everyone. She would address Tak as "Terrence" and say good morning to him.

Good morning was quite enough for Terrence to feel noticed, but then she also tried to ask about him and all.

She would be like, "Hey, Terrence, how are you?"
He would reply, "Uh... well."
Then she would say, "Great, I'll see you later."

He hated thinking of her. He had her in home room and she was so annoying. She was actually allowed to take over one morning of the week and give student counsel announcements. Her and some other preppy kids had started a student counsel... their school normally didn't have a such a thing...

Terrence kept his huddled over position as he looked over his shoulder at the boy, "Hey, did you guys see where the restrooms were when you got here?" He wondered, not having noticed the restroom in the room. He spotted it after he asked, but decided it would be best to let them answer.

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

Melbourne kept his back turned to them, putting his stuff away. He had the tendency to withold judgements too quickly. And if that Ricky guy felt that he didn't want to be bothered, then fine. He wouldn't give a rat's ass about them.

It hurt, though, as he gritted his teeth. Despite the fact that the two close friends from last year were probably not here, he wanted at least to start anew. He knew he was socially awkward, but damnit, he liked to converse as much as the next teenager! His heart raced a bit, thinking about snapping at this Ricky kid, but decided against it.

He wouldn't have the guts to do it anyway...

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Brutis opened his mouth to retort about the girls, but Tak had already asked a question. The teenager arched a brow.

"For someone who's such a grouch, you sure spout your mouth a lot. It's in here," he said, taking a step back and pointing to the far wall. Brutis quickly added, "and what's this 'bout a ghetto or whatever? It don't matter where you're from here. So long as you don't get killed." He grinned, expecting a funny response from the kid.

Valmir paused in his packing, looking at Brutis with wide eyes. Killed?

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[Hey you didn't guess. XP]

Mylo felt bad... Because the kid hadn't responded to him, so maybe he'd said something wrong. Maybe Ricky was right. Ricky was the type to know if people were ...loners or not.

"Geez I'm a klutz with people, Rick, especially sensitive ones."

"Considering you're about as sensitive as a rock..." Ricky shrugged. He wasn't sure what this kid wanted either. They were probably both being oblivious.

Mylo stood up off his bed. "I think he's just shy." Mylo whispered and put a hand up so that Ricky would stay put. He walked towards the other boy. "Hey, uh Mel? Er I mean Melbo- Melbourne wasn't it? Sorry if I made you mad, you know, calling you Mel. We're totally understanding and all if you don't want to be called that." Mylo told in a rather clumsy-careful fashion. "So uh, where ya from?" He asked trying to perk a conversation.

Ricky felt humiliated and dropped his face in his hands. There was a knock at the door. Deciding to let Mylo have his fair go at dealing with the shy kid Ricky got up to answer it. It was the girl and she'd found some trimmers. Ricky decided not to interrupt Mylo and stepped out of the cabin to talk with her.

Mylo felt instantly nervous with Ricky suddenly gone and everyone he knew.

Terrence just wanted this guy off his back. What was his deal anyway? Shit he was already the target of this Bullying BS. The moment he walked into the door he should've known it.

Tak didn't understand what Brutis meant at all with that... killing comment. Well yeah, not getting killed would be good. Geez, this guy really had it out for Tak already didn't he? He saw where the other boy pointed. "Oh, there it is. I didn't see it." He fake-laughed, getting up quickly and going into the restroom. He shut the door behind him and locked it (if there is a lock).

Now what? At least he was away from the other two. He was hoping they would get in a conversation or something. In the meantime he supposed he could use the toilet and after that? Well, after he took the time to actually use the bathroom, he took a seat on the toilet lid and waited for the two out there to become pre-occupied. Didn't they have to go to the camp opening meeting or something?

WingedRivers · Divine Joined: 08 Mar 2008 Posts: 151

(Lazy? XD I'll bring a second char into the cabin so that it'll have four guys now...)

Melbourne paused, holding a notebook as he slowly looked over to Mylo with a slight frumpy expression. He could bite back, say some retort and be over with all of this socialness. Or he could be nice. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the Ricky kid exiting the cabin.

It was truthfully that kid he was mostly angry with. He looked at Mylo once more and shrugged as his eyes stared to the side.

"...Mel or Melbourne, it don't matter t'me much..." he said quietly, then added, "an' I'm from Alabama... You?"

Outside, a rather tall and muscular seventeen-year-old approached the cabin. He flashed a grin to Ricky and the girl. His hair was short and brown, nothing really special there. He wore an old jersey that said "CENA" on it in big letters and worn-out jean shorts. His sneakers were a tell-tale sign that he loved to play sports. His blue eyes were a deep color as he stopped beside them.

"Mornin'," he greeted, having a Southern accent much like Melbourne. "How're ya'll doin' today?"

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(Ah, Brutis was the one who had told him about the bathroom.)

"Hey, wait, I ain't done yet," Brutis said to Tak with a frown. There's no locks, ensuring that kids can't lock themselves into the bathrooms and do something dumb. He sighed heavily as he looked over to Valmir. "The nerve of some kids nowadays, right?"

Valmir just stared at him, confused. Brutis grinned, shaking his head as he waved a hand dismissingly at him.

"Nevermind," he said as he went to the bed and began to get settled in. Valmir watched him another moment, eyes moving to the door where Tak was before returning to placing his items into the bag.