~: Camping Trip :~

Ken looked down at the ground he hated his parents then he looked back up giving her an smile. "that sucks well i got kicked out and got given the letter" he said to her as he reached into his pocket. "ah here it is" Ken said smilling as he pulled out an crumbled piece of paper then startedt to straighten it up. "i looked at this 3 times already its too perfect so there gotta be something wrong with this camp" Ken said as he took one more look at the letter.

 

Mizore grabbed the edge of the paper after he straighten it and then read over it. "Yep...I got the same letter. And, sorry about that. Why'd you get kicked out?" She raised an eyebrow. "Did you rob a bank or something?" Mizore said sarcasticly.

 

While waiting for instructions, Rhone listened to the group of kids behind him. He smiled as they talked about the camp's "purpose." It was a camp, the purpose was to enjoy the summer, participate in activities, and the such. It's not like there's a hockey mask-wearing, machete-wielding murderer on the loose, right? His ears perked once they talked about receiving a letter. He gripped his book tight. Guess I'm not the only here who didn't sign up... but it's not like there was a special reason to be here. He just wanted to camp.

 

Ken looked down at the ground his life was tarnished and temperd with because of greed. "no just somethings in my past changed my parents thats all" he said sadly as he thought about it. Then he quickly gave her an smile to not make her worry or question "so like i said does this paper look to perfect to you" Ken asked her with an smile. Then he saw Rhone he wonderd if the letter seemed to perfect to the other man too "heya can you come here for a sec" Ken asked Rhone smilling.

 

Mizore wanted to ask more about his parents, but he seemed a tad bit uncomfortable and it wasn't like she was going to give him an interrogation or something. She went ahead and answered his question. "Perfect? No camp is really perfect...they could've just spiced it up to bring more people."

 

Aria’s eyes widened a bit as he pinched her and her face got hot again. She continued gazing down quietly, thinking to herself before looking up at the camp in front of here. Back again…She thought. She set her bag down and stretched upwards, yawning slightly. The smile returned to her face. She was finally back.

Her eyes passed over the camp. The cabins lined up perfectly and as always the grass was green and cut. She took a small step forward, gazing up at the mountains and then down again at the Dinner Hall shimmering in the distance.

“It does. It really looks like not much has changed, Alaric!†Aria turned again to face him, her happy glow not wavering once. She picked her bag up again and took another step forward before taking Alaric’s hand lightly in hers. “C’mon.†She said, suddenly feeling energetic.

 

Rik got up, it was obvious to him now that no one was coming in for a while since they probably we're doing the old meet and greet. Picking up his sword he pushed himself of the bed and onto his feet. He walked over and out of the door seeing busses and cars dropping people off. Glad I didn't get a bus, he thought to himself as he stood next to the door of his cabin leaning against the wall.

 

Aly heard the bus doors, then voices, but they were distant. No one should or would find her here, so why worry? She pulled her legs out of the pond, pulled off her shirt and pants, and dove in, relishing the feel of the cool water on her skin. It was much better then socializing with people who would die at some point.

 

As rek watched everyone get off the bus, he noticed a very pretty girl with a guy whos name he had heard her say was Alaric. "I wonder what her name is...." He said to himself as he watched them out of the corner of his eye. He then got up, went to the camp registry, and got his cabin assigned to him. He looked around the small cabin before choosing a bottom bunk in the corner. He hated bunk beds, being six foot seven, he'd hit his head either on the top bunk as he sat up, or the rafters as he sat up.

 

Aria paused, thinking to herself before smiling and answering.

“Maybe we should go put our stuff in a cabin…” She said, not letting go of Alaric’s hand. “Then we can grab something to eat and then go exploring?” She suggested, looking up into the sky after. Though she was glad that not much had changed, she was also surprised. It had been a little over a year now and everything was the same? Did that mean that other things were the same as well. She bit her lip before walking forward, pulling Alaric along.

Her face liftend and she blinked. "Is that Rik?" She asked, noticing the boy leaning up against a cabin.

 

Rhone looked around, bored of the conversation behind him. He noticed that a few people were leaving the group. Might as well go exploring... he thought as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder. Still holding his book, he started walking in a random direction. He saw the cabins and some kids were already unpacking. I wonder who I'll be stuck with...

 

Aly slid under the water, sighing to herself. She couldn't care less if she drowned out here. More or less, neither would anyone else. The thought made her smile grimly as she rose to the surface and took another breath. That was why she kept living, to spit in the face of whatever being made her.

 

"Oh really now?" Tyler inquired.

"And how'd they go about that? As long as it's fun there isn't anything to improve on. Now if this play isn't that stimulating, well then we might have a problem."

 

".....Perhaps...." Mizore said, not knowing what else to say to Tyler. She glanced down the dinning hall she saw a few people notice and she smiled slightly. "Hmm...I wonder what they have there. Pop maybe?"

 

I wonder where the lake is... Rhone thought as he picked out a cabin. He enjoyed lakes, ponds, most bodies of water. It relaxed him, and he enjoyed swimming. He opened the door to the cabin and walked inside. Noticing someone in one of the bottom bunks, he gasped. Damn, he towers over me! He thought as he glared at the tall guy. "Uh, hi. I'm Rhone..." He greeted with a half-smile, "I guess we're rooming together."

OOC: Ironically enough, I just applied for a dorm at college today

 

OOC: Why Alaric is suddenly an emo child? DB

"Well...Alright, then." Aria said quietly, looking down before turning towards the cabins and letting go of Alaric's hand. She took a deep breath and walked forward, hauling her bag over her shoulder and looking around for her old cabin. A small smile crossed her face as she found it and she walked inside, setting her bag down by the small bed and tilting her head.

 

Noticing no one replyed to her comment, Mizore shrugged and walked off towards the Dinning Hall by herself. Good...I enjoy some alone time with myself anyway. She opened up the doors and walked in, seeing the place was completely dark. Anytime access to food? The opened doors creeped in enough sunlight for Mizore to find the light switch and she flicked it on.

"Anyone here...? I don't feel like getting startled some more..." Mizore sighed as she headed her way into the kitchen. She searched around to find a few cans of soda and after a while, finally found them in stacks beside the refridgerator.

"Well, dang....it ain't even cold." She picked up two warm cream soda cans and put one against her icy cold face. "Yep, hot. But that isn't a problem..." Mizore moved one of the cans from her face and slightly squeezed them with both of her hands. She slowly started transfering some of the coldness from her body into the cans to chill them up abit.

 

Leo could see......his meditation infront of the forest was not showing results. No super natural occurances at all seemed to be occuring. No sooner had he realised this, did his stomach growl. He then concluded that he would probably have to eat if he were to continue his obvious devotion to his silly task, and so he decided to go to the mess hall.

Upon arrival, he instantly sighted the refrigerator, not noticing anyone else in the room. He approached it, opened it, and quickly grabbed a small carton of milk. While not exsactly the kind of milk that he liked, it was the only kind they really seemed to have at the moment. Without hesitation, he placed his hand above the milk, and said aloud "May the Lord bless this milk which i shall now drink", and opened it with great care and delacacy. Upon drinking the milk, he treated it as if it were a cup of tea. He obviously wasn't hiding any form of strangeness......though it was not likely he even realised his own strangeness....