OOC: My first post explains the camp well if you need it later on. c:

I'm already picking on your girl because you know me that's what I'm good at ;) Anyway okay I understand the cabins now, too lazy to rewrite that paragraph though so people around going to have to deal with my odd sense of organization there.

Whichever rather idiotic way Oliver had decided to wander off to quickly became millions of little death traps, each one set off by the successful avoidance of the one before. He received branches to the face and rocks to stumble over, Oliver found his way through a maze of dead ends and a ten foot cliff like over hang. By the time he had called his little adventure to find a 'peaceful thinking place' and absolute failure, he wasn't sure that he was even on camp grounds anymore. So he wandered back. What back actually meant, Oliver wasn't so sure --home, his vacation, hell, or just that really loud place he would be forced to endure-- but he wander his way back all the same.

And finally, finally Oliver made it back to civilization. It was already a headache 'I don't mean to be snarky. I'm just really, really confused.' he heard catching only the tail end of somebody's speech and already snorting at it. Of course she was confused, she was obviously a ditz and people were just--

Temporary, he didn't know how else to put it but that stomach clenching word and he was sentenced back into his own thoughts again as we walked past it all. His mind filled in images of graveyards and rainy days that washed up all the mud above to leave the coffins bare for him to see. Temporary because they were all lost someday, he thought as his walking slowed down. Even with his slowed down walking he failed to notice the pile of stuff along the base of one of the trees and he was yanked out of his thoughts when the objects sent his steps tumbling. Oliver regained his posture rather quickly though and set back up the bag he'd knocked over with a mumbled apology, "Sorry bag." his voice softly carried out as he moved on.

Oliver didn't travel much further after tripping, instead he sat himself down close by the lake bay and looked around to finally catch a glimpse about the sight that other girl had previously been in hysterics about. No, no she wasn't confused --at least she shouldn't have been unless people here were dense?-- it was the guy wearing the hot dress clothes that was painfully off target here. He couldn't help but wonder if the man had gone somewhere before coming here and how one could even fathom putting that sort of attire on for fun, before he cast the thoughts off as the other man's idiocy.

"Hey guy in the suit!" This cigarette crackled voice broke out stale in the summer air, "You're going to get sunstroke wearing something like that." But Oliver seemed almost careless and lacked all sympathy as he made the observation and turned back to face the lake and fall into himself once again. Soon enough his elbows were supported on his knees and his head was propped up by hands and his trail of nonsensical thoughts could be perceived as actual intellect to the people who glance at him as they passed.

obviously objects by bases of trees are tripping hazards like small pieces are choking hazards and these 'tree objects' should be clearly labelled as such ;)

Jenna finally exited the cabin and headed back to the main area with her iPod, of course, present in the back pocket of her tattered jean shorts. She had settled on tying her red hair up into a messy ponytail back in the cabin because it was clear she wasn't anywhere near getting it under control and she didn't want to keep Evan waiting too long. She plopped down on the old bench next to him, slightly fearful that the seemingly rotting wood wouldn't hold both their weights, but it stood strong.

"There sure are a lot of strange kids here," Evan mused, motioning mostly toward the boy clad in clothes much too upper class for camping. "I like it. Weird is good."

Jenna shrugged, "I've just seen a lot of upset looking kids so far. Like me. I think I'll get along with everyone here if we're all in the same mindset about this." She paused for a second and looked toward the lake where she saw a boy already sitting by the side. "Damn, that was going to be my chill spot." She laughed and stood, pulling her headphones around from her back pocket and up to one ear so she could still talk to Evan while listening to some music. "Want to go over there anyway? We probably shouldn't just sit here all day anyway. It's sunny, we're pale, and neither one of us brought sunblock."

"You make a convincing argument. Let's go." Evan stood and brushed off the bits of dirt the grimy old bench had left on his dark shorts.

The two friends made their way toward the lakeside and found a shady spot beneath a tree, neither one of them noticing the boy perched up in the branches. Jenna, however, quickly took notice to the abandoned camera bag.

"Oooh, someone's a photographer," She mentioned to Evan and giggled. "I wish I had that skill, but you know how bad I am from that time you asked me to shoot your skate session."

Evan laughed and smiled, leaning his head back on the trunk. He narrowed his dark eyes as he tried to make out an obscured figure in the leaves above. "I think I found your photographer."

Jenna glanced up, noticing the boy. "I didn't even see him. Maybe we should move. We might be disturbing him or something." She spoke in a more hushed tone now, feeling awkward about how they were just talking about the unknown boy's things while he could probably hear everything.

Delilah sat close to the back of the bus, staring out the window at the scenery.... grass, trees, weeds, wildflowers, and the dust that was being kicked up by the bus. Joy, her allergies would appreciate that. She came prepared, though, thanks to her overly-protective mother, and she was definitely ready for the outdoors. She stood, stretching and yawning, before grabbing her bags and exiting the bus. Her eyes were wide open and trained on Tim as he spoke, unlike some of the others who were so obviously not paying attention. She assumed they'd already visited the camp before or just didn't care in general.

She stood back a few feet from the crowd of people looking at their cabin assignments and waited for it to disperse before stepping up to the post, eyes skimming, searching for her name. Cabin number three... are all the girls in cabin three? That doesn't sound like such a great idea. There are four other cabins, too. Is that how these counselors get their kicks or something? she wondered, stepping into her cabin, noting that everyone else had cleared out, already delivering their stuff, thankfully. She stuffed one of her bags under the bed, inspecting the bed and deciding it was alright to sleep in. The room itself was nicer than expected. Quaint was the word, she thought.

She looked through the smaller bag and pulled out a tube of sunscreen, smearing it over herself, from the tips of her jean shorts and down, smothering her quite pale legs- she really needed to get out more - and all over her arms, up to the straps of her tank top and across her chest, and finally her face, being careful not to smudge her makeup. She pulled a hair tie out of the bag before stuffing the bag under the bed with her other one, having taken the last bottom bunk, and threw her hair up in a high pony-tail.

"And now, it's time to socialize... Oh, mommy dearest, sometimes I truly do think you hate me." she mumbled to herself, exiting the cabin and wincing as her eyes quickly adjusted to the harsh sunlight. "Yeah, definitely need to go outside more...." she muttered with a huff. Oh, how she hated meeting new people. But if she wanted to survive the summer, she'd need at least a couple people to talk to.

By this time, most of the campers had filled up the field and Ian had scanned through the groups of chit-chatting teens and loners, making mental notes of those who looked friendly and those who didn’t. There were quite a lot of pretty girls at this camp, which wasn’t what he had imagined these things to be like, but he wasn’t complaining. He just hoped his cabin mates were friendly and as daring and fun as he was and wouldn’t squeal on him for sneaking off after the 10 o’clock curfew. Also, what was up with that no opposite sex in the rooms past 7 pm? Surely the camp staff didn’t seriously believe these rules would be followed, did they? ’Of course not, how boring would that be,’ he thought to himself.

Ian snapped out of his thoughts at the sight of a boy around his age dressed way too nicely to be going to a camp like this. Smirking, he turned to look at Kat who had already been eyeing the oddly-dressed boy. Her expression was blank and unreadable, so Ian concluded she wasn’t as amused by this as he was. “I think that guy is in the wrong place,” he said as he nudged her with his elbow, hands in his pockets.

The raven-haired girl turned to her friend, her blue-grey eyes becoming a hard stare. “Don’t be a jerk, Ian,” she replied in a cool tone. The boy sighed, ruffling up her hair playfully at which she swatted his hand away. “Well, let’s go explore or something,” Ian said as he eyed the lake and began to walk away. “Hold up!” he heard his friend shout behind him. He turned around, watching her shift through the stuff in her purse before pulling out a box of cigarettes. She flipped open the top and placed one between her lips before looking through her bag for her lighter. Upon finding it, she lit up and offered Ian who politely refused with a slight shake of the head. The girl then walked over to join her friend, cig between her left index and middle finger; she inhaled and blew smoke into the air. “To this summer,” she muttered half to herself. She didn’t feel as if it would be all that fun, but she hoped she was wrong. The two then continued towards the edge of the lake, making small talk on the way.

((i feel like savannah is being left out, so i'll try to toss her into the mix, maybe someone will find her interesting))

Savannah headed towards the lake's edge to find the prime location for the bonfire. She told a few groups about her plan on the way over, but nobody seemed too interested. If she was the only one sitting around the fire tonight, then so be it. The summer sun beat down on Savannah as she searched for decently sized rocks and long to put around the fire pit. A few of the smaller, easier to lift rocks made there way to the pit, thanks to the hard wok of Savannah. Before grabbing another rock, she looked over her should to see if anyone had even the slightest interest in helping her, but it seemed unlikely.

Savannah let out a loud sigh and wiped the sweat from her eyebrows. Not even at the camp for an hour and she's already exhausted. 'Time for a break." she mumbled as she kicked off her shoes and started the task of rolling up her jeans. After having accomplished that, Savannah sat down at the waters edge and put her feat into the clear blue water of the lake. The water felt cool and refreshing on her hot, tanned legs. A smile appeared on her face as she closed her eyes and relaxed, pushing away thoughts of perhaps a lonely one person bonfire.

OOC: I feel the same way with Nova so I'll send Nova your way!

Nova let out a sigh as she looked down at her phone once more. No on had come over to her just as she expected. She wasn't looking to get hurt but as her older sister and cousin put it, "You need more friends." She rolled her eyes as she made her way to the lake nearby. Trusting the ground beneath her she took off her shoes and started to walk to the water. Nova was already wearing shorts so she could go into the water up to her knees. She placed her shoes by the shore and her electronics in her shoes. Her eyes went to the girl picking up rocks. What was she doing anyway? Nova ignored her as she stood in the lake.

Given the right clothing Nova would of danced in the water but getting her clothes wet was not something she wanted to do now. Instead she lifted her right leg over her head. She put it down after a good fifteen seconds and turned around to check to see if her stuff was still there. Now the girl picking up the rocks was over near her. She looked a little glum, sighing Nova walked over to her. "So what were you doing? Collecting rocks?" She asked the girl before sitting down beside her. "I'm Nova." She smiled.

Isaac smiled at the girl. A new friend already? Isaac wasn't going to say no to that. "I came last year and had a great time. What are you-" He stopped mid sentence and followed her gaze. He noticed a guy in a suit. What was that guy thinking? "I wouldn't say no anyway. Your the first friendliest person I've met today." He laughed as he stretched and looked back over to the guy. "No I don't know him at all." He looked at her. Shrugging once more he followed her over to him.

"I'm Isaac, and I hope you have lighter clothes than that." He smiled at the guy trying to be friendly.

Jenna and Evan watched a crumpled piece of paper fly from above their heads toward the boy near the edge of the lake and mere moments later, a similar ball of paper hit Evan on the top of the head. Jenna laughed as Evan pouted and snatched up the wad of paper.

"Hey!" He shouted in a jokingly indignant tone. He glanced up, catching the smile on the still unnamed boy's lips. "What was that for!"

Evan was about to toss the paper back in hopes of making contact with the boy when Jenna rolled her eyes and said, "Hold on, there's something written on it, idiot."

She grabbed the paper and unfolded it, reading the short note with Evan looking over her shoulder. The two laughed at the little stick figure drawing the boy had included.

"You don't have to worry about that," Jenna said, looking up at the branch above her. "Neither of us would have much use for it and I'd imagine it would be pretty hard to try to pawn off an expensive camera at a summer camp."

Evan looked off into the distance and noticed a girl who seemed to be collecting rocks. For a moment he thought it seemed like a weird pastime until he looked closer and realized it looked like she was putting them in the formation for a fire. He immediately thought that if she was building a bonfire, that meant party, and if it meant party he was in, even if he and Jenna were supposed to "stay out of trouble". Like that would ever happen.

"Mind if I leave you?" Evan stood from he shady position under the tree and started walking away before Jenna had even answered. When he reached the location of the girl, who was now sitting with another girl near the water, he sat down beside them and smiled. "Hey, I'm Evan. Building a fire, I assume? I can help. I mean, if you even need help. Or want help."

"Yes, sure. Leave me alone on the first day of a camp where I don't want to be and I know no one. That's great!" Jenna shouted sarcastically after Evan who was already sitting next to two girls by the lakeside. She scoffed and rolled her eyes again, "Typical Evan."

May I join, please? (:

Name: Holly Rae Marakis Age: 17 Gender: Female Photo (Real-Life only) or Description: Holly is around average height, 5'7". She weighs 130 pounds with some muscle tone. (She works out every now and then but was never in sports). She has olive toned skin. Her hair is mid back length and naturally curly, but she usually styles it. She has green eyes, slight cheek dimples and a bump in her nose attributed to her Greek ancestry. Personality: Holly is a very hardheaded gal, and has been since the day she was born. She likes things done her way, otherwise it's wrong. She is someone who doesn't like to socialize much unless she has to or she really likes a person. She is pretty judgmental, but she usually tries to keep it to herself, although sometimes she slips up. Her mom always said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." She's pretty awkward when it comes to meeting new people, but she does her best to at least try and be nice in the beginning, but god help you if you upset her. She has a pretty short fuse, which she got from her mother. She has an amazing sense of humor (thanks to her padre) and a quirky personality that can throw people off. Sometimes it's hard to tell if she's being sarcastic or just really mean, but it's usually just sarcasm. She takes family relationships very seriously and has a pretty positive outlook for her future love life. She's a nerd at heart, and if you strike up the right conversation she'll talk for hours if not stopped. She's a pretty talented artist, but doesn't like to broadcast it. (She mostly doesn't like attention, but that's a story for another time.) Relationship Status: Single and ready to mingle. Crush: Open for bidniss. Okay with Love Triangle? (Yes or No): Yes, but if there is too much drama (aka borderline soap opera drama) she'll probably bow out. Reason for coming: She'd always wanted to go to camp as a little girl, but her family never could quite afford it because of her brothers hospital bills. But she's finally managed to save up her own money in order to make the trip.

OOC: Welcome aboard :3

And so begins the horror show.

Lucius, who always been a background sort of guy is not the prime interest of the evening to a group of savages and only he was to blame for all this by dressing like so. But instead of dwelling on the misery of being slightly humiliated and ostracized, he decided to learn to hide his shame like any sensible person with too much pride to lose

And thus gave him is his greatest idea to spend this would be miserable summer of his. Since he was a deviously little ‘people watcher’ and a self-proclaimed psychologist, by high school standards, he spend the summer doing what his parents had urged him to do before the gave him a slight shove out the door, like birds would do to get their little chicks to fly, and that is socialize. But alas his definition of socialization what distinctively different than what his parents intended for him to do, for he had no intuition of actually making friends, at least not at the moment, he was more interested in making pawns out of them. To go straight to the source of their disturbed personalities probe and document their emotions and while he delves dangerously into their psyche, who knows, if he’s actually good enough he could become famous and soon write several books on the insanity of the teenage mind. Or he can just have fun in messing with them all.

And so finally he spoke to Poppy and Isaac.

“Yes, yes, I get is all, these threads of mine I should be a little on the….warm side. It my own mistake for choosing the color black during a weather like this, but the heat has never been too much of a problem for me.” He carefully admitted, keeping a rather blank and hard to read expression on his face. He took this time to glance back at one who obviously called out the sunstroke issue; he desperately wanted to give him the dirtiest of sour looks but decided against for the sake of first impressions. Besides, he didn’t really come off as an appropriate opponent, he look to vacant compared against him, so it was the cold shoulder for him.

“But then again, though I’m not much of a hell raiser, but I am aptly named Lucifer, Lucifer Blackwell. Or Lucius or Lu if you have no intention of actually pronouncing my full entitlement. And don’t worry for if you two are truly miffed by what I’m wearing then no need to worry, for this is the only suit I have with me at the moment and I do have much more…. Mundane clothing though is nothing as fashionable as you guys wear, but them again I wasn’t really much of a person interested in what peers my age usually wear these days.”