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Realistic or Modern A Camp for Musicians

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"Now remember. Have fun. I want pictures. And bring home a copy of the final performance, okay sweetie?" An older brunette, Evelisse's bother, asked as she parked at the entrance of the camp. "Yes ma'am," Eve replied with a wide smile as she leaned over and kissed her mother's cheek gently. Getting out, she walked to the trunk and grabbed her suitcase, a wide smile making itself present. Carefully pulling out her guitar case, she got situated and closed the trunk. "Bye mom," she said before heading through the entrance gate.


"Finally..." She murmured to herself as she began walking, noticing how empty it really was here. "I must be one of the first," she concluded as she glanced around. There was a dining hall, a jam session building, a gym as well as several cabins, one for everyone as she understood. She looked down at her packet that was mailed to her and began looking for cabin number 5, her personal cabin. She finally found it and walked in, seeing a living room with a flat screen tv, a rather nice kitchen and a hallway. There was a decent sized bathroom and her bedroom with a queen sized bed front and center, a window across from the door. "This is gonna be great," Evelisse whispered to herself as she threw her things down and walked back out in black jean shorts with silver studs and a burgundy shirt with matching shoes and a leather jacket, deciding to look around.

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Topaz sat in the car, looking out the window of the van she was in. She stayed inside the car, watching her father and mother take out the large drum cases, as well as her cello. The stacked the large cases by the car before Paz's father walked over and knocked on the window. She stared at him for a moment before rolling down the window. "Yes sir?" She asked, tilting her head. Her father rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Out of the car right now Topaz." Topaz sighed gently, mumbling a yes sir as she opened the door and slid out. She then pulled out her Parasol, opening it up and casting a shadow over her fair skin. She then pulled her sunglasses over her eyes. "I'll get my clothing suit cases." She spoke in a monotone manner, walking over to the back of the van. She then pulled out a large duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She then took two large white suit cases in her hand and started heading towards cabin 8. Her father and mother where in tow with her drum cases.


They entered the cabin and Topaz walked around for a minute. "I'll get my cello. Can you pretty please set up my drums over there in the corner?" She asked, pointing towards a corner in the living room. "Of course darling." Her mother cooed, kissing her on the cheek. Paz wiped off the kiss before setting down the suit cases and bag and made her way back to the car. She then grabbed her cello case, readjusting the parasol in her hands. By the time she made it back to her cabin her parents were done. "Do you need anymore help sweetie?" Her father asked. Topaz just shook her head. "Alright darling. Please make friends. Bye." He parents spoke in unison. It honestly weirded Topaz out but she just waved goodbye to them. As they left and shut the door she closed her parasol and took off her sunglasses. She then spent the next few minutes roaming around the cabin. She then set down her stuff on a counter in the kitchen before making her way back over to the drum. She slowly sat down, pulling out her drumsticks from the waist of her skirt.


"Here's to hell." She mumbled before clashing the cymbals with her sticks.
 
Kyungsoo looks out the window at the trees and the road passing by. This place is alien to him, but it is calming so he likes it.


"My father couldn't even come with me?" he asks his chófer, still watching the environment outside the car.


"I'm sorry sir," replies the chófer, "your father is a busy man."


he scoffs and looks at his phone, turns it on, and checks for news to see if he'd find his father. 'Ma Company Signs Contract with U.S. Imports' is the title of the most recent article. Busy wouldn't be the word to describe his father's absence here, although it's very clear he'd use any excuse to not see his son since the moment he walked out of the house.


The black car pulls in to the camp site and parks. Kyungsoo gets out and pulls his bags out of the trunk. One small suit-case to roll around, and the case for his electric keyboard. Bringing a whole piano would be a burden, and damn near impossible.


"Leave now." he signals the chófer to leave with one hand movement, and sure enough, the car speeds off.


Kyungsoo sighs to himself and hums a song on his way to cabin 6. He steps in, unpacks his things and sets up his keyboard. The door is locked, the windows shut, and his room decorated how he wanted. Finally he can sit down in peace at his keyboard. And so he did. He turns it on and begins playing at a steady tempo and began to sing one of his favorite songs ([media]



[/media]). He is a bit loud, but that can't bother anyone here, right?
 
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The car came to a halt and Ally practically jumped out of the car. Not because she was excited about camp, but because she just wanted to get out of the cramped backseat. Soon her whole family was out of the car and helping carry her things in. That was the advantage of having a semi-large family, two parents, two siblings, and herself to carry things in. Cabin 3 was quickly filled with her luggage and keyboard that was safely packed in its case. "Do you want us to do anything else?" Her mother asked her. Allison gave a hopeful look "take everything back to the car and take me home?" she asked with a charming smile. Her parents laughed "Good try, but you're staying here." Ally gave a disappointed look and nodded. "Okay, Luke and Isabelle say goodbye to your sister." Her brother, who was around 12, gave her a small wave "see ya." he said casually while her younger sister, who was around 7, gave her a tight bear hug and was refusing to let go. Her parents managed to pry the sister off and they each said their good byes. Her mother hugged her "Don't be afraid, show them your talent." her mother encouraged. Her father embraced her "You're really good. Remember that." he said tilting her head up. Ally gave them a slight nod and a small smile. She stood outside her cabin and waved goodbye as they drove off.


Ally made her way back into her cabin and stared at her luggage. She was in no mood to unpack so she took her notebook, where she would write different lyrics down whenever something good popped in her head. Most of the lyrics were unfinished. Ally sat down on the steps outside her cabin, wearing a blue and black shirt with jean shorts and black converse (see picture). Ally began trying to think of something to finish off some lyrics, but it never worked when she tried. She gave up trying and just laid across the stairs. There was some shade from a try that kept the temperature pretty comfortable. Ally laid the book on her stomach, closing her eyes as she began to hum a pleasant melody.

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"Need any help?" Greyson's mother asked as she watched him open the trunk from the rear mirror. "Nah, I got this" Grey replied before lifting his guitar case out of the trunk and putting it down next to him. This was his second trip back to the SUV. He already dropped the rest of his stuff off in his assigned cabin. "Greyson" His mother said turning in her seat to look over her shoulder. The teen kept his gaze on his gym bag. He leaned a bit into the trunk before pulling it out, "Yeah?" "Greyson, look at me" Grey's mother stated in a stern manner. Grey paused and looked at her for a few moments. "You will NOT get into any trouble here. Understood?" His mother's green eyes maintained their focus on her only child. "What trouble can I get into here?" The teen questioned while placing his gym bag down and gesturing to the area around him. It was a music camp. The worse thing anyone could probably do is intentionally play the wrong chords or hit the wrong beats. "This is one of the best music camps around. Don't mess this up" His mother replied before turning back forward and straightening out her posture. "Okay, okay" Greyson responded before closing the trunk, making his way around the car, and opening the driver's door.


Grey gave his mother a hug only to hear, "Stay safe and focus. I don't want you to fall out of a piece of cloth". The teen pulled away, "What? You really think I would do that? I guess it's possible . . . but that's not the point". "Rebel, ugh just be careful! I'm definitely making them bump up your salary for this" The mother said in a concerned manner. Grey tilted his head a bit due to the confusion his mom was causing. "Of course not. This is Pitch Perfect 2! They need Fat Amy! Yes, yes. Go girl" His mother cheered on seemingly giving a random person some kind of pep talk. I get it now. Greyson thought to himself once he spotted out his mom's bluetooth. The teen's thoughts were interrupted by his mom's sudden laughter, "Alright I'll talk to you later. Byeee!" Her hands clicked a button as she shifted her attention to her son, "Sorry, Rebel just called". "Oh no problem, mom. Just sending your only child off to camp. Nope, no need to say goodbye to him at all. Yep" Greyson stated before opening the car door behind his mom and pulling his backpack out of it. "Grey!" The woman exclaimed. "What?!" Grey exclaimed back after shutting the door. "Give me a quick kiss. Sam's calling" She extended her arms out to Greyson while planning out her next phone call in her mind. Grey adjusted one of his sleeves, "Dad can wait a bit, right?" "Honey, Sam Smith. I need to beat him to the line to tell him to save his voice after undergoing that whole surgery thing" His mom replied. "Right, got it" He kissed his mom's cheek, wore his backpack, carried his gym bag, lifted his guitar case, and turned to walk away. "Grey" His mother called out once more. The teen stopped before looking over his shoulder, "Yo". "Thanks for doing this" The woman said as a smile made its way to her face. "You're welcome" Grey replied turning away and hearing the car engine start up again. He smiled a bit at his mother's words then forced his expression to remain neutral. The place wasn't so bad. It looked like any other camp. Grey's gaze scanned the area while he walked back to his cabin.
 
"God, I'm going to miss you." "Mom, it's only for a little while. I'll be back before you know it." Pulling gently away from a hug, the two exchanged soft smiles. "I know. And I'm very happy to see you here; I know how much you've wanted this. Please just stay safe and don't get into any trouble." Cam shook his head, laughing slightly, "Don't worry. My only focus is music right now and I plan on doing my best to take in all this place has to offer. Getting into trouble isn't on my to do list... At least not yet, anyways..." Earning a smirk from his mother, followed by a reciprocated one of his own, the two hugged once more before choosing to finally part ways. The two exchanged 'I love yous' as his mother drove away hesitantly. Once she had finally exited the parking area, Cam picked up his bags and headed off to his cabin.




Once he had finally finished unpacking, Cameron laid down on his bed, taking the next few moments to relax. With thoughts of the final performance plaguing his mind, he eventually ended up pulling out his notebook, flipping through the songs. In all honesty, he had no plans for what he would be doing at the performance. He had tried time and time again to come up with the right things but nothing seemed to be good enough. After spending some time writing, scribbling, and writing again; he was growing worried about this camp. He had been so caught up in the excitement of his stay that his brain just couldn't seem to focus long enough to produce anything new. Sure, he had plenty of old stuff he could use, but almost all of it was written for his band -- well, former band -- back home and it didn't seem right to use them here.


Hoping that some fresh air would help him focus, Cameron slipped his notebook and pen, along with a bottle of water and several other notebooks, into a small backpack and exited cabin seven. His eyes wandered about the area, taking in the beautiful outdoor scenery. It was a nice change of pace from the city, that was sure. For awhile, he simply wandered around, looking for a good place to chill. Finding some picnic tables that were actually in the shade, he took up a spot there and pulled out a notebook and his pen. "We'll see how this goes..." He mumbled to himself, beginning to jot down some vague ideas to start with.
 
Austin sat in the passenger seat of his mother's car, singing along to the music that was blasting out of the speakers. Normally, he would've been in the back seat in order to stretch his legs out more, but that area was packed full with his bags and an amp. He was slightly annoyed that his father couldn't be bothered to drive him out here, and even more annoyed that he refused to let Austin and his mother borrow his truck that had a larger storing capacity. Initially, neither of his parents had wanted to drive him out to the camp, his mother making the argument that they had a chauffeur for that reason. But Austin pleaded with his mother, insisted that she drive him because he didn't want to show up in a fancy car and give off the impression that he was posh. So instead they had created the current image of him turning down the radio and her pulling into the camp drop off area.


"Do you need any help?" she asked Austin as he climbed out of the car and opened the trunk. He called out that he was fine and began to take his bags and two guitars from the car to the house. Admittedly, the whole event would've taken significantly less time if he'd had help, but he wanted to show his mom that he was capable of completing small tasks on his own. After 10 minutes of the back and forth moving, he successfully finished transferring all of his things into his cabin. Austin moved to the driver's side window and smiled at her. "I'm all done and ready to go!" he exclaimed, the excitement evident in his voice. His mom leaned in and he habitually turned his head to the side as she issued him a goodbye kiss to the cheek. "Alright, Hun, but if anyone gives you any trouble, you call me and I'll make sure the camp staff and all its sponsors hear about it," she warned before putting the car in drive. Austin shook his head to himself as he recalled many times when his siblings had called home claiming they had been disrespected in some way. Luckily, he wasn't like that so instead of agreeing with her, he waved to the car until it turned onto the winding road in order to go back home.


Turning on his heels, Austin headed back into his cabin and plopped onto his bed. The room was simply astonishing because of the decor placed in it. There was even a TV for Christ's sake! This place was more like a music resort than a music camp, and Austin wondered if they were going to have set activities or if they were going to be given free reign during their stay there. He tilted his head slightly as he heard singing coming from one of the other cabins. The outgoing part of him itched to go from door to door, introducing himself and meeting everyone there. The reasonable part of him kept him from doing so, knowing everyone would probably be unpacking and he should do the same. So he reached over and pulled one bag onto the bed and began to rifle through the contents.
 
Evelisse slowly began to walk around, now noticing that she wasn't the only one around. Beginning to sing softly, she started dancing as she walked, a small smile appeared on her face. She ran her hand through her dark brown hair and closed her eyes and danced a bit harder. That was until she felt herself run into something hard, but obviously human.


Falling onto her back, she groaned softly at the igjtlslightly pain though soon managed to get back up. "Oh my god I'm so sorry...I should've been watching where I was going..." She said quickly as she shook the dirt out of her hair and brushed off her back. Looking up at the male, she gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry..." She repeated nervously.


@RyanJXavier
 
Kyungsoo stops playing on his keyeboard. There are people talking outside, and it seems as though something happened. Probably not, but why not just have a look? He stands up and stares out the window for a few moments. A male and a female are standing near each other, and the female looks quite distressed.


The keyboard is then turned off, the chair pushed in and the music sheets still on top of it. He takes a deep breath and walks over to the door. He turns the handle slowly, not wanting to be heard. His head pops out from behind the door once he opens up just a crack. He doesn't care what is happening, but it's interesting. Everything is interesting in a new country. This would probably last a few minutes, and he'd probably still be standing there for a few minutes.
 
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A Matte White Lamborghini slowly pulled into the camp with a small trailer behind it, dirt kicking up behind it. The windows were so heavily tinted that nobody would've seen inside of it even if they squinted and stood a foot from the windows themselves. Parking in front of one of the still empty cabins, the Lamborghini stayed on only for about another minute before it was shut off and silence filled the air while the dust settled around the vehicle. The moment the dust settled, the passenger door slowly opened vertically and then a redhead leaped out of the car, a grin from ear to ear as she slowly turned around to admire the view and then squealed with delight at the sight of the cabin. Leandra's smile never vanished form her face, as she then folded her seat over in the passenger seat, allowing her to get to the packed luggage and items in the back seat.


Opposite of Leandra, Manjano slowly opened his door as well before exiting the Lamborghini and looking around with a neutral expression, his sunglasses settled nicely on his nose. He silently peered over at the cabin for a moment and then walked to the back of the Lamborghini to open its trunk. The Lamborghini had been redesigned to surprisingly have far more space in storage than one would think. It didn't take long for Manjano to spot his guitar case nestled in a corner of the trunk. Pulling it out, Manjano wordlessly examined it for a moment, making sure that no damage had come to it. Once satisfied, Manjano carried the guitar case over to Leandra, watching as she put on her backpack and then grabbed her drumsticks. Leandra looked forlornly at the empty space in the back seat from where her pet cat's cage and Manjano's dog's crate had been earlier before they'd dropped them off at a pet sitter's house. Neither had been very happy with leaving the pets for the duration of the camp, but sadly, pets weren't allowed at the camp. Beyond having an uncanny ability to read emotions and feelings, Leandra also had a way with animals and so it was hard for her to have to leave behind both of her pets for the camp. She had a pet cat, Falarion, and a pet horse of her own, Skylar. Manjano also had a pet dog of his own, a German Shepherd named Tucker. It had been particularly hard for Manjano to leave Falarion back, as he had been heavily depending on the dog's presence for comfort from the recent...events in the twins' lives.


At a the young age of thirteen, every sibling in the twins' family was given the choice to have one animal as a pet, and it was entirely their choice at to what kind of pet or breed they wanted to get. While Leandra was more than excited to go to a local animal shelter and adopt a pet cat, one that had only one eye mind you, Manjano had been more excited to adopt a German Shepherd from the animal shelter. Dogs had always been more of his thing and Manjano loved how loyal and respectful that dogs could be. Leandra had even saved up her own money over the years and eventually bought herself a horse, an albino stallion, as she desperately wanted to learn how to ride and even prefers nowadays to ride her horse instead of driving any cars or vehicles. Looking sideways at his sister, Manjano raised his eyebrow again and Leandra said to him, "All right, all right. I'll open up the cabin so we can start moving in now. No need to be so impatient, sheesh."


Leaving Manjano's side, Leandra then walked up to the front door and unlocked it, propping the door open so they could get everything inside without having to need someone to open the door for them. Leandra then walked back to the Lamborghini while Manjano entered the cabin and carefully put his guitar down on one of the two twin beds, specifically the one right beside the window, that had replaced the usual queen bed in the cabin's bedroom. Exiting the cabin to help Leandra with unpacking, Manjano blinked when he saw Leandra unloading her personal motorcycle, a Bimota Tesi 3D from the trailer that Skylar, Leandra's horse, was no longer in after being dropped off at a local farm near their home. Rolling the motorcycle over to the side near the Lamborghini, Leandra parked it and then Manjano joined her, as they began going back and forth in unloading everything they had packed for their 'adventure'.


While Leandra went to work setting up her drum set in the studio provided for the teens, Manjano went to work setting up his own space in the studio. With all of the musical stuff they'd be focusing on, Manjano still wanted some work space for drawing. He soon had his desk filled with several sketchbooks, Prismacolor pencils, both coloring and sketching, and then with a Prismacolor pencil sharpener and several erasers. After all, no artist was perfect in their art. Perfection just didn't exist in art, not to Manjano anyhow. Satisfied with his drawing space, Manjano then set up his guitar stand and took his guitar out of its case, pausing for a moment to admire its custom looks before putting it on the stand. Once this was done, Manjano brushed some of his drawings scattered on his desk to the side so he could lay down a stack of music sheets. He and Leandra weren't sure yet if they'd be performing together or separately, so they both agreed to do research on their own for some good songs and then if they ended up working together, they could compromise together.


Leandra looked up from her work on her drum set to see Manjano eyeing his stack of music. Raising an eyebrow at him, Leandra then said, "Hey, don't worry about any of that yet. We just got here. Enjoy the views, or something." Manjano simply shrugged in response and then went to unpack his clothes in one of the two walk-in closets provided for them in the bedroom. Leandra soon finished setting up her drum set and was satisfied so she walked to the front door of the cabin, but didn't exit. Instead, she pulled her Polaroid out of her leather satchel, that had been hanging diagonally across Leandra's body and was big enough to fit a laptop inside of. With her back to the front door, Leandra then carefully and skillfully held up her Polaroid before taking a picture of the living room setting of the cabin and everything else that she could fit in it. Swiping the picture as it developed into her hands, Leandra waved it about for a minute while grinning at their new living setting for the time being. It was amazing and Leandra was pretty sure that she wouldn't want to leave in the end. It was also nice to finally get away from the crazy family back home for just a bit. Especially due to recent...circumstances.


Not wanting to dwell on recent circumstances at all, Leandra put her Polaroid into her leather satchel along with her newest picture in a pocket that was getting near full with pictures she'd taken on the road trip here. Heading outside now, Leandra looked around for a bit before double checking that her drumsticks were safely tucked away in the back pocket of her jean shorts before heading down the nearest path, hoping to meet one of the other campers.

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As Allison sat on the steps outside her cabin she realized she should probably start unpacking. Well at least unpack her keyboard. She collected her notebook and headed back into her cabin. She placed her notebook on her bedside table and then walked back to the living room area. Ally connected her iPhone to the small bluetooth speaker and Disney music began playing as she grabbed her keyboard stand. Allison hummed along to the Disney music as she tried to find a good spot to place her stand. Unfortunately the TV was in the way. If she could just move it over a little it would fit perfectly. She began to unplug her TV so she can move it.


Everything was unplugged and the TV was ready to move. Ally went to move it, but it didn't budge. She stared at it with a frown. "Hmph." she muttered to herself. She should've done this while her parents were still here so her dad could've moved it for her. Ally crossed her arms and figured there maybe be someone who could help her, like a counselor or something. She headed out and walked over to another cabin and knocked on the door, she hoped either they could help her or maybe they could direct her to someone that could. ((@HighFlyer ))
 
Greyson continued walking toward his cabin. He was about to stop shifting his gaze around the area until a silhouette caught his attention in his peripheral vision. The teen turned his head to the side a bit to see some squirrel hitting an acorn against a tree. Greyson made a confused facial expression. Better not be some kind of sign. He thought to himself as his superstitious cousin's voice made its way into his mind. Grey wasn't very superstitious himself. However, since there wasn't really anything urgent to think about at the moment, he might as well let his mind roam around for a while. Just when he was about to look back forward, Greyson felt someone walk into him then fall onto the ground. He stumbled back few steps, but managed to regain his balance before dropping any of his things. There was an uneasy tension that radiated from the girl, and Grey could sense it.


"It's fine. I wasn't really watching where I was going either. My bad" Greyson replied before adjusting the gym bag strap back onto his shoulder. "You okay though?" He asked as he watched her brush off her back. Hm, maybe that squirrel thing was a sign . . . nah. His thoughts began to momentarily wander off again, but stopped once he snapped himself back to reality. He observed the girl's reaction for a bit before thinking or saying anything else.
 
Evelisse nodded ever so slightly as she finished brushing herself off. "Oh, I'm fine. Serves me right for signing and dancing like an idiot," she said with a small laugh as she pushed her hair back. "And now I'm being rude as hell. Umm... I'm Evelisse but everyone just calls me Eve," she said with wide grin as she shrugged a bit.


"I take it you just got here," she observed mainly to herself as she glanced at the gym bag though her gaze didn't last long as she returned her hazel eyes back up to him. He didn't seem like he would be too bad to hang out with but then again she couldn't be sure. She was always expected to spend her time around a bunch of girls even though we hated it. But her parents weren't here and she was free to do whatever she wanted.
 
"Nice to meet you I'm Greyson. People usually call me Grey" He responded after hearing Evelisse introduce herself. The teen nodded in response to Eve's next line, "Yep. Just headed to my cabin to drop these things off". Greyson glanced over at his cabin before noticing someone's head. The guy's head was just peeking out of his door and looking at the both of them. "Is he your friend? Seems like an interesting person . . . " He said looking back at Evelisse. His eyes spotted a girl not too far away from them who was walking in their direction. Her red hair caught his attention even with the distance between them. "You know, I have a feeling you're a pretty outgoing person" Greyson stated before shifting his gaze back to Evelisse.


"Is she your friend too?" He asked glancing back at the red head who seemed to be open to any kind of interaction at the moment. "If she isn't yet, then maybe you go talk to her while I put my stuff away? My right shoulder kind of hurts" Greyson suggested. The gym bag, backpack, and guitar case he was holding wasn't really helping his intro, but he figured he could always go back to Evelisse later specially since that day was only the first day of camp.


@Lexie @Ophiel @Lioness075
 
Evelisse glanced back at the head and raised a cautious eyebrow. "I don't know him and I don't know if I want to. Kinda creepy," she sated before glancing over at the girl with the red hair. "I don't know her either," she stated under her breath before glancing back at Greyson. "I'm not stopping you. You're only stopping yourself," she stated with a small smile as she moved aside. "I'll see you around," she said before slipping over towards the redhead. Stopping beside her, began walking next to her. "Hiya! I'm Evelisse but everyone calls me Eve," she said happily as she laughed a bit.


@Lioness075
 
Leandra was surprised when she rounded a corner to find a girl and a guy chatting together. Finally, some human interaction! Unlike her brother Manjano, Leandra loved making new friends and talking with a bunch of people. Yet, before she could approach the pair, the girl walked over to Leandra and then began walking alongside her. Hearing the girl's introduction, Leandra grinned at her and then said, "Nice to meet ya, Eve. Name's Leandra." Deciding to make conversation with the first person who she'd met here, Leandra then asked Eve, "So, what are you here for? Singing? Musical instrument?"


@Lexie
 
Austin continued to sort through his bag, placing things strategically around him room so that it was actually organized for once. At home his room was a mess, clothes spewed everywhere and guitar picks littering the floor. Here, he hoped to be able to keep himself together and not totally destroy the cabin. Looking into his suitcase, he laughed as he realized that sitting right on top was a comical set of Mickey Mouse ears. Austin quickly slipped them on top of his head and looked at his comical reflection in the off tv screen. He was in the middle of a laughing fit when there was a knock at the door.


"I'm sorry I'll keep it down," he stated as he opened the door. Red rushed into his face as he realized that it wasn't a camp scout, but another camper like him. "Oh!" he said quietly, his lips forming a pleasantly surprised o. "I assumed you were here to yell at me about my obnoxious laughing. Um.. I'm Austin, can I help you?" He leaned against the door frame, trying to give off a cool vibe although the ears on top of his head begged to differ.


@shygirl3
 
Evelisse smiled a bit at the girl's name. "I like that name. It's different...I like your hair too," she said with a small laugh. "Singing and I play guitar and piano," Eve said with a small smile as she shrugged her shoulders and began thinking. "I think...I think I might want to be friends with you. I would love it if you could help me streak my hair. You look like someone that knows how to do that," she said with wider grin as she looked at the girl hopefully.
 
"Right, see you" Greyson said as Evelisse left his side. He felt kind of guilty afterward for not giving her the full Greyson Effect, but his right shoulder was really beginning to ache. Within a few moments Greyson entered his cabin and threw his things down. Not his guitar case though! He didn't throw that down. The teen unzipped one of his bags before pulling out an Icy Hot patch. Gah, how am I supposed to put this on? Greyson thought to himself as he pictured the patch not getting placed on correctly. An idea formed in his mind which caused him to smile a bit. Everything happens for a reason, right? Were Greyson's thoughts as he exited his cabin again and went over to the dark haired guy. "Ello there dude. Ya mind helping me with something really quickly? It's not hard and you won't get into any trouble . . . please?" He asked.


"Manners, manners I'm Greyson by the way. You can call me Grey, bro, or whatever. Nothing derogatory though" Greyson continued as his shoulder began to ache a bit more.


@Ophiel
 
"What is it?" He asks. His accent isn't too thick that it can't be understood, but it's there. The door swings open amd he nods, signaling that he can come in. "Please come in." He messed up now. He was spotted and now the guy is here. Way to go.


The guy is a little scary to him. He looks big, and Kyungsoo actually feels small. He smiles slightly, trying to be friendly since he just met him and has no beef with the guy. "I can help."


@RyanJXavier
 
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Ally was a bit confused by the apology as the door swung opened. She looked up to the red face that greeted her, her eyes were immediately drawn to the Mickey ears on top of his head. She wanted to burst out laughing, but feared he may think that she was laughing at him. She kept herself composed and glanced down at the ground. "I um...the T.V. is a bit heavier than I expected." she said softly. Ally continued talking, "do you happen to know where I could find someone to help me move it?" She asked quietly. Allison then realized she probably should've found a main building or something and felt kind of foolish. She shook her head embarrassed, "On second thought, nevermind. I'll just go find a main building or something. I'll ask one of them for help" she said looking back up at the ears, "sorry I bothered you with...whatever you were doing" she said motioning to the ears slightly.


She began to back away slowly. She didn't want him to feel obligated to help her, his was just the first cabin she saw and decided to knock on the door. Allison did like the ears though, it suited him. She realized he had introduced himself and she hadn't. "Oh. I'm Allison, by the way. Most people just call me Ally though." she added giving him a polite smile. @HighFlyer
 
Leandra continued to grin at Eve and said, "Thanks!" in response to the multiple compliments. Hearing what Eve was here for, Leandra nodded and then eagerly said, "I'm here for singing, playing the acoustic guitar, and, well, breakdancing." Listening to what Eve said next, Leandra eagerly replied, "I love streaking hair, I even helped my brother with it once." Thinking back to that moment, Leandra giggled, as Manjano had spent most of the time grumbling to himself and glaring at Leandra. After all, he'd lost a bet and that was what Leandra got to do for the prize. As far as she was concerned, Manjano liked his new blue-streaked hair. Making her mind up about it, Leandra then nodded and smiled at Eve before saying, "I'd love to be your friend, Eve."


@Lexie
 
Austin nodded slowly as she spoke, showing that he completely understood what she was saying. She needed help moving the tv in her room, simple enough. He was actually about to volunteer himself when she quickly changed her mind, indicating that he was busy and she didn't want to bother him. Austin reached up and quickly snatched the ears off his head, a short laugh escaping him. "Oh no I'm not busy at all!" he said, an amused smile teasing his lips. "I was just laughing at how absurd I looked with these ears on my head." He reached and gently placed the Mickey ears on Ally's head. "Although you look quite dashing in them. Look you don't have to look any further for someone to help you to move your television. I'd be honored to help the damsel in distress," he joked, flexing his biceps comically.
 
"Awesome!" Eve said with a wide smile as she began randomly dancing in happiness. She finally stopped before laughing a bit. "Sorry...I tend to be a bit strange and random," she said with a small laugh. "I was thinking blue streaks or even ombré to maybe a dark blue then a real at my ends?" She suggested as she glanced over at Leandra as they walked, unsure of exactly where they were going.


@Lioness075
 
Leandra giggled when Eve began dancing randomly and then said in response, "Hey, we're here for musical reasons. I'm pretty sure some random dancing isn't going to hurt anyone." Hearing Eve's ideas on the hair coloring, Leandra quickly looked over Eve's hair before thinking it over and imagining various different color variations that could work. Looking back at Eve now, Leandra said with a grin, "What about making your hair entirely blue, like a dark navy at the top and then a bright teal kinda color at the ends?" Looking around after making her suggestion, Leandra had no idea where they were, but thought for a second that she'd heard distant nickering. Was there a stable nearby?


@Lexie
 

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