Realistic or Modern C A M P. L A K E. L O D G E. || ROLEPLAY || OPEN — CONFIRMED CAST

[final girl.]

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Welcome to Camp Lake Lodge!
{Application Letter}

Hello, and welcome to Camp Lake Lodge, here we provide services for children who are... quite challenging, troubled, even. For the entire summer, we will take your child off your hands and reform them into functioning members of society. When you pick them up at the end of the summer, you’ll barely recognize them.

Here at Camp Lake Lodge, we pride ourselves on our strict disciplinary actions as students are expected to follow the rules, no matter who they happen to be. Failure to follow said rules or orders given by the camp personnel will result in punishment based on the severity of the crime at hand. Stealing something from a fellow camper will result in kitchen duty, while fighting another camper or member of the camp will result in infinite solidarity, where campers will have adequate time to consider what they have done and how they may make their mistakes right once more.

We believe that all children should have a chance at rehabilitation from a life of hardships and troubles. It is for this reason, the camp has decided to accept students of all genders (i.e: male, female, trans, asexual, etc) within our walls. We are aware of the concern this raises among parents and guardians, but rest assured, we will be closely monitoring campers at all times and shenanigans will not be tolerated. Students caught breaking these rules will be properly dealt with in a timely manner.

It is our pleasure to open our gates to the public once more, and to do whatever we can to help make today’s youth tomorrow’s success story. If you are interested in sending your child to Camp Lake Lodge, please do not hesitate to fill the application sheet below and submit it. Your child’s journey will begin shortly. You will not regret it.

We look forward to doing business with you!

- Winevra Hix, Director and Owner of Camp Lake Lodge

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A camp designed to “rehabilitate” troubled youth. Sounds fun, eh?

Wrong. At Camp Lake Lodge, children from all walks of life from each state in the U.S. are brought together for three months of sheer torture. The camp is nothing compared to how it is advertised to parents, and no amount of letters sent home or complaints filed about maltreatment, there is never enough to have the place properly investigated. Instead, it is up to a small group of campers to band together and survive the camp of nightmares. What does this entail? Oh, I’m glad you asked.

Most days, exclusive to the short weekends, camper are expected and required to go to specific classes, as if in school. Between classes is a designated time where students can mingle and get to know one another. At this time, many students devise plans to push the rules to the limit, or better yet, how to escape this hell hole.

How far will they go before they are caught? Repeat offenders have plenty of experience with this place. They know the ropes, the rule of the roost, they know the ins and outs of the entire camp. They are the ultimate troublemakers, the exact type your parents had warned you against.

The exact type you cannot seem to get enough of.

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Rules and Registration

— Be semi-advanced (produce at LEAST five solid sentences).
— Your character must be in the ranges of 15-18.
— Do not apply and then disappear for good.
— Follow the rules of RpNation.
— Be respectful.
— I do allow relationships between campers.
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CAMPERS

GIRLS - CABIN A

Absinthe Elavine Carter — wonderously
Elouise Monet Blackwell — wafflegirl
Samantha Ryans/Cameron Webber — Rock and Roll Boy
Fiona Bennett — TheAwesomeSoph

(CLOSED)

BOYS - CABIN B
Morgan Jae Gato — HiddenWhisper
Hyun Mun — HiddenWhisper
Shawn Cristiano Medina — por.quoi
Markus A. Fury — Kisaki


(CLOSED)
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APPLICATION FORUM {ALL SLOTS REQUIRED TO BE FILLED}

BASICS

— PRESENT NAME TEXT HERE
— NICKNAMES TEXT HERE

— GENDER TEXT HERE
— ACCEPTED PRONOUNS TEXT HERE
— SEXUALITY TEXT HERE

— AGE TEXT HERE
— BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC SIGN TEXT HERE

APPEARANCE (PHOTO/FACECLAIM REQUIRED)

— QUOTES


THEME SONG(S)

— HEIGHT TEXT HERE
— WEIGHT TEXT HERE
— BODY TYPE TEXT HERE
— HAIR TEXT HERE
— EYES TEXT HERE
— SCARS TEXT HERE
— BODY MODIFICATIONS TEXT HERE
— OUTFIT/ACCESSORIES PHOTO AND OR TEXT REQUIRED

— PHYSICAL HEALTH TEXT HERE

PERSONALITY

— POSITIVE TRAITS TEXT HERE
— NEUTRAL TRAITS TEXT HERE
— NEGATIVE TRAITS TEXT HERE
— MBTI CODE

HISTORY(BACKSTORY)

— MENTAL DISORDERS (IF ANY) TEXT HERE

— FEARS AND/OR PHOBIAS TEXT HERE

RELATIONSHIPS

— CURRENT STATUS TEXT HERE
— CRUSH TEXT HERE
— PAST RELATIONSHIPS TEXT HERE

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[final girl.]

{OOC: I am prepared to begin! I’m sorry if this is a sucky first intro!}

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Absinthe Carter​

The chill touch of fingerprints could not compare to the surface of the glass upon them. The scorching rays of sunlight was as though blinding, although through the orbs of Absinthe Elavine Carter, it seemed to resemble the dusk of approaching darkness. Located amongst the evidence of a charter vehicle, she appeared to be considerably melancholy. A permanent scowl was etched upon her features, highlighting her prominent jawline, which appeared unhealthily sunken, as did her entire figure. Her stomach released a retched growl, warning her of continuous starvation.

Her slender fingers grasped the edge of the vent above her, closing it as a chill crept toward her spine. The immense hair grown of her arms stood on end, as she was covered in goosebumps. She was rather cold, most literally and figuratively, to say the least. Her temperamental parents would agree.

We’re sending you to that camp for your own good! This has gotten out of hand! We can’t be seen with a bag of bones for a daughter!

Camp Lake Lodge was heard to be a wonderful place to treat and rehabilitate the troubled youth of society. Absinthe’s parents, whom were rather logical people, had researched the camp to the maximum degree, yet could not find an error in all of their studies. She was informed immediately to her application, lending her a mere forty-eight hours to collect her requested items and thoughts. She had been sent off without a simple goodbye in trade, as her parents were occupied in their laboratory at the time, experimenting rare viles of liquid they had found on an exhibition to Egypt, in search of finding new elements.

You are gross! Disgusting! No boy would ever love a girl without curves! Ask your father!

Of the city of Castine, Maine, with the population one-thousand, Camp Lake Lodge is the largest plot of land within the town. The camp is located of the edge of the state, leaning rather toward the Canadian border. Absinthe had researched such information the night before, curious of what she would find when she arrived. She was all too perplexed to witness lush greenery as the vehicle led into the forest. From what she learned through her search, the land was told to be bland and tasteless, opposing
the sight before her.

Who do you think you are? Treating us this way? You’re ruining our reputation!

Absinthe tilt her chin upward, looking past the heads of male and female, watching as the vehicle triumphed over the rolling hills, noticing as a fading wooden sign stood amidst the uncut forestry. The letters were a faded tone of ill green, the color of fermented lime:

“Taking your children since 1978! We accept all ages! We welcome you to Camp Lake Lodge!”

Absinthe continued to observe the disintegrating, hideously colored plaque from the corner of her eye, finding its message to be ironic, and frankly, odd. Returning her gaze to the forest, a clearing in the scenery appeared, revealing buildings of multiple sizes. Many looked to be built of new, far more modern material, rather others on the periphery of the lot looked to be on the edge of crumbling in decay.

You’ll see, oh! You’ll see that you’re sick! You’re a sick, ugly little girl!

The large, looming overhang was the last thing to notice, as it read, nearly to be interpreted in a dubious manner: Camp Lake Lodge, A Home for All Those with Troubled Pasts.
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[Rock And Roll Boy]

Samantha Ryans

Acquiesce by Oasis blaring into her ears, Samantha Ryans kept her mind focused on the song as she felt the vehicle traverse the terrain. The bruises on her stomach still hurt, making her wince whenever she moved too quickly. Even though she was focused on the song, a nagging feeling of sadness kept trying to take over.

Eventually, that feeling spread more once the song ended and as Samantha waited for the next one in her playlist. Thoughts and flashbacks of her father took over. The moment when she, finally, stood up to him, swinging that punch right at his jaw, knocking him back. But, then, he gave her that look of sheer hatred. If it wasn't for her mother sending her here, despite her abusing her too, her father, probably, would've beaten her to death or worse.

Brighton Rock by Queen started playing, pulling Samantha out from that mental loop. Leaning back, slowly, she looked out of the window for the first time, the butterflies in her stomach getting more intense. She felt nauseas even. Trying to ignore the growing nausea, Samantha closed her eyes, the bright sunbeams reflecting off her glasses.

 

[wafflegirl]

Elouise Blackwell

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When Elouise stepped on the bus, she almost fainted. Because one, she was not sure where exactly it will take her and two, everyone's eyes were on her. It was the first time Elouise stepped outside her house in two months and she suddenly felt conscious of the darkness under her eyes and the messiness of her dark brown hair. Her parents bid her farewell, she merely gave them a wave before finding herself a seat. She opened her bag and took out a book she was reading earlier. Minutes passed she couldn't focus on the words printed before her. There's a certain scene that kept playing in her head. It was the reason why she lost a lot of sleep.

"I thought we were friends." Elouise's voice cracked as tears started to fall from her eyes.

"Yeah, before you cheated on Kevin with an old man! Jeez El, I didn't know you were such a gold digger."

"T-That's not true. Kevin-"

"Save it slut. We don't want your pathetic lies." Her friends left her in the hallway as a lot of students laughed at her. Calling her horrible names.

"Dude, did you see her pictures?" A guy next to her snickered, fully aware that she can hear him.

"Yeah, didn't know fairy girl has such a nice ass."

Elouise snapped out of her thoughts. Enough. She had enough of everything that happened to her. But somehow, it doesn't leave her. It haunted her day and night. When will it end? Perhaps her parents were right. Maybe this camp will help her forget about the past. That thought brought a smile to her pale lips, the first time in months.

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[DuckPrince]

Morgan Goto
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The trip by bus in cold, hard seats wasn't pleasant. Wrapping the coat around himself tighter and the blanket wrapped around him under the coat provided him with extra warmth. It was an anxiety blanket, so it was rather heavy. He bought it for himself, to try and help his spiking anxiety at every sound any person made.

He understood why his parents were sending him to this camp, they didn't know how to help him, he didn't tell them anything. He was a horrible son to them, maybe he was a bad person? He could improve but what was the point? He gave people his trust, the benefit of the doubt even when every fiber of his being screamed not to trust someone, he wanted to see the good in others.. but it never worked. It was painful. People broke his heart, stepped all over it.

Looking down at his phone, he quietly looked through pictures of his cat. A pretty white long haired kitty that always managed to calm his anxiety. He wouldn't see her for a few months.. he knew his parents would take good care of her but she would search his room, meow to find her best friend when he was gone and he felt so guilty about it.

I'm sorry, Milly.. you'll have to nap by yourself..
The thought swam through his head. He wouldn't have anyone to nap with too.. to lick his face when he woke up to a fresh panic attack. Milly would always lick his face or fingers with her raspy tongue which helped him immensely.. He was gonna miss his cat.​

 

[Soap]

Fiona Bennet
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Interacting with: No-one.
Mentions: Samantha, R Rock And Roll Boy ​

Upon stepping unto the bus, Fiona looked around searching for a seat, most of them had a person sitting on one. So truly, she was just looking for the least talkative person, she took a seat next to the girl with the glasses, who thankfully had earphones in. She breathed in a sigh of relief, knowing she didn’t have to push through a conversation with someone she didn’t want to. She thought she’d enjoy the slience while she had it. She reached into her bag and pulled out a book and began reading, Jane Austen’s Pride and prejudice. Okay so, maybe it wasn’t the ideal book you’d see someone like Fiona reading, she wasn’t even sure she liked it. But her sister loved it, she thought she’d at least give it a try.

Her mind wandered from thought-to-thought. Hardly able to focus on the book in-front of her, what was her family thinking, that a camp was going to magically change things? Hilarious, hardly anything would be able to fix the issue they all-shared.

“Mom, you can’t be serious.” Fiona said in denial, as she followed her mother to her room, she knew she was serious. She has never been so disciplinary in her actions before. “I am.” Her mom answered plainly, she had started throwing random clothes in a suitcase at this point, Fiona crossed her arms and nodded, she laughed without a drip of actual humor in her voice. “So, the whole ‘life’ attempt was barely a slap on a wrist, but punching an asshole at school was totally out of line?” Her words were laced with venom, throwing her frustration into the air. “Or was it because the asshole just so happened to the principal’s kid, y’know. The one your screwing? way to be mom of the year, huh?” Fiona exclaimed, hardly awaiting a response from the woman she’d hate to call her mother as she left her own room, slamming the door behind her.

The book fell to the ground, creating a soft thud against dirty floor of the bus. The small noise, startling herself out of her thoughts. She picked up the book, “Shit.” she muttered the curse softly, while brushing off the dust of the book, and just holding onto it for the time-being. She looked around at the other unfortunate souls in this bus, along with her for the ride of the summer. She knew she didn’t want to be here, but then again, who did?

 

[Kisaki]

- Markus - ​

Spoiler: Outfit

"Listen son, I love you, but if you think twice I won't kick your ass and throw you into correctional facility then you are wrong." His father’s warning echoed in his head.

It was simply unfair to him that he was forced to go to some ‘crummy’ camp. In all honesty, he rather receive a good beating and be thrown in juby than be in a bus full of ‘weirdos’. Markus wondered what type of bad qualities that caused everyone to be sent to this camp. From the looks of it, they all look sad and depressed. He guessed he was only onw pissed about this ordeal.

Markus sighed, placing his gloved hand against the cold window. He told himself if there was a pool or any large body of water, then he can survive the hellhole to come.

 

[DuckPrince]

Morgan Goto
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Morgan filed off the bus with everyone, waddling with short steps because of the blanket wrapped around him like a burrito almost. Looking around, hopelessly lost but not wanting to ask anyone for help, he watched some teens walk into the wooden building. He followed suit after a while.

Being signed in, which meant talking to people, made his hands shake. He eventually went to the gift shop, getting one of the XXL long sleeved logo shirts, he sighed shakily and trailed outside again, beginning the treck to the cabin he was supposed to stay in. He didn't want to be here.. Although he wasn't angry at his parents, and he understood why he was sent here, he really didn't want to be in a cabin with other teens.

Getting there eventually after almost getting lost, from admiring the forest too much, he anxiously looked around the place when.. he saw the bubble in the living room, on one of the walls. A camera.. A camera? Why did they need a camera in the living quarters? If someone got into a fight, the others would probably break it up. And he doubted any of the boys would be stupid enough to bring any girl over.. besides the fact that clearly most of the girls seemed to have issues or some kind of emotional scarring from whatever happened to them in their life so far.​

 

[final girl.]

Absinthe Carter

INTERACTIONS: None

MENTIONS: DuckPrince

Standing before what seemed to resembled the retired, abandoned homestead of a careless lumberjack, Absinthe began to dread the sight of living within it. It looked rotted, as though the last living housemates were termites. Mold grew from the supports of the front deck, warning of collapse. She refused the urge to physically retch at sight of the structure. Did she dare have the guts to step into the house of horrors?

She had been taught as a child to avoid buildings such as which she stood before, as they were prone to disease and decay. Her parents strictly allowed her within the walls of their chemically clean home. She was a hostage of her own life, she was restricted to not have any outer social activity opposed to her parents. Could you truly blame her for this?

As she observed her surroundings, she caught the eye of a boy with dark bangs, as he stood outside of his own cabin, standing amongst himself, as she was. As their gaze met, she was able to produce a solemn wave and a small smile toward him.

She then returned her attention toward the disintegrated wood lodging, anticipating what she would soon find once opening the door. She took a deep breath, and placed her Adidas-clad shoe upon the first step, and inches her way upward, in grasp of the wooden rail, cautious of the creaking stairs that quarantined to crumble at a moment’s glance.

Once entering the cabin, she was barely surprised at the furniture of it. The design was in the inspiration of the nineteen eighties, the fabric couches appearing worn due to years of abuse. The kitchenry was slightly smaller than the living area, only containing cabinets of canned consumables, and a small burner for a stove. Cobwebs covered a majority of the house, highlighting the adamant security camera located amidst the lower floor, which peaked Absinthe’s interest.

“How curious,” she spoke to rather no one in particular, observing the large, dark, mechanic object from below. Her frail fingers trailed the lens of camera, watching as the figure seemed to shift.

She continued from the living area, lifting her luggage up the stairs, into what she hypothesized to be an attic converted into a bedroom of four. Each bunk was similar to the other, with sheets of similar structure and by design, yet were of obscene, inconsistently selected themes of green, blue, gray, and purple.

Absinthe selected the green sheeted bunk, as it was the closest to the window, allowing bright rays of sunlight to enter. She found it to be comforting, the sun meeting her face in the morn, waking her subtly, gently from slumber. Oh, how wonderful she had learned it was.

With this thought in mind, Absinthe produced a sigh as she began to unpack her luggage, familiarizing herself with the room. She set her personalized pillows, including a comedic Kermit the Frog plush, upon it, once before applying a photo of she and Jack to her bedstand. She was able to fit the entirety of her clothing into a simple section of the closet near, abandoning vacancy for others to fill.

Once finishing, she settled upon her pillows and sheets, wishing for reality to be a mere dream.

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(Absinthe’s Bunk and her Kermy )



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[Kisaki]

Markus (Boys Cabin) ​

Markus noticed a new presence in the cabin. He scoffed and decided to not engage in a conversation unless he had to. He wasn't nervous to talk to anyone but simply upset that he has to share a living space with strangers.

Markus walked toward the bedroom. Once inside the room, he quickly. claimed the bottom bunk one of the bunk buds. It itched him to see the display of the room but he couldn't fix that now. He pulled off the scratchy covers provided and replaced it with his own. He plopped himself onto the bed and groaned " Much better".

 

[DuckPrince]

Morgan Goto
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Since Morgan wasn't alone and he had had a far-off encounter with a blonde girl going to her delapidated cabin, and he didn't want to come off as a bother, he silently walked into the room, briefly glancing at the stranger that claimed one of the bottom bunks, he shuffled to the other one, sitting down and putting his dufflebag onto the bed, claiming it ultimately as his own. He needed his personal space, and although thr bottom bunks seemed crammed, he could make his scape cosy and warm for the months he'd stay here.

Not saying a word, he took out his vacuum sealed pillow and duvet, replacong the old, dusty stuff. He was already starting to sniffle from his allergy to dust. As he was moving the old, dusty stuff, he started to cough and sneeze. His hands were shaking, he was probably annoying.. what could he do..? He looked at the windows, obviously boarded from the outside. He couldn't open them to air out the room they'd be sharing.. Morgan would have to clean it properly with a wet rag..

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Mentions: final girl. Kisaki
Interactions: The old covers that might suffocate him​

 

[Kisaki]

Markus ​

"Remeber to make new friends. More friends you have, the more comfortable you will be." His mother's suggestion came about. If he was going to be housed with some strangers he might as well get to know them. He won't make friends. They'll just be acquaintances.

Markus pulled of his jacket and layed it on the bed. " You," He said somewhat aggressively. He wasn't trying to sound agressive. It was just a habit of his. He cleared his throat then leaned against the wall that aligned with the bed. "Ah, what's your name or whatever introduction shit you have to tell me?" Markus asked from across the room.

DuckPrince

 

[DuckPrince]

Morgan Goto
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Morgan was sniffling still, rummaging for his inhaler and some tissues, eyes squinted and watery. His contacts would fall out at this rate and he forgot if he brought his glasses or not..

He was startled out of his search by the other guy asking him something, so he glanced at him through watery, puffy eyes before going back to searching. He eventually found tissues, blowing his nose a few times before he managed to find his inhaler and sucked in the spray before he got even close to being capable to answer someone.

Wiping his eyes with a fresh tissue, he slowly sat down, trying to think of what to even say after that humiliating display of allergies and asthma. "..M..Morgan... that's.. my name.." He trailed. He managed to utter a weak apology before he left the insanely dusty room, walking out of the cabin and settling on the porch, with his box of tissues and inhaler. Holy crap, he'd actually die here...

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Interaction: Kisaki
Mentions: N/A​

 

[wafflegirl]

Elouise Blackwell
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The whole trip was a mess. Elouise could barely even keep her lunch stay in her stomach. She almost vomited, maybe because the bus driver couldn't drive properly or because of how nervous she was. What will she do once they arrive at the camp? Talk to the other campers? Hell no. Her parents told her that the camp would be like a school. She has to attend classes and wear uniform and such. Great, an environment that would remind her of the very thing she wanted to forget. Life's good.

When the bus halted and all the campers filed out, Elouise stood up and grabbed her luggage. It was quite heavy. She didn't know what her mother put inside it, since she refused to pack her belongings. I hope she at least picked me a decent outfit and comfortable pajamas. The teenage girl got down from the vehicle and made her way to where the others were gathered.

The registry cabin was very intimidating to her even though the woman in charge was very cheerful. When she told the woman her name, it felt foreign on her tongue, like she didn't know who Elouise was. Who was she anyway? A slut? gold digger? cheater? Maybe. After she got registered she got went to the gift shop and got her free t-shirt. The woman said that she's in Cabin A. She walked around, looking for the girl's cabin.

She found the cabin with the letter "A" above the door. It looked a little shabby to her. Like those houses in horror movies. Elouise shuddered. She was probably just overreacting. The girl opened the door and peeked inside before letting herself in. The interior was not bad as she expected. It looked a lot like nineties aesthetic. She made her way to the stairs, carrying her heavy luggage. By the time she arrived at the bedroom, she was already panting. She almost didn't notice a pale girl lying down on a bed close to the window.

Elouise picked the bed with blue sheets next to the girl's bed. She unpacked her luggage and was relieved that her mom picked her favorite clothes along with her books and her laptop. She felt a pair of eyes on her. The girl was staring at her.

"Uh, hey..." Her voice almost cracked, mainly because she wasn't used to talking anymore. She awkwardly gave the girl a little wave before mentally slapping herself. How weird can she get?

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Interaction: final girl.

 

[final girl.]

Absinthe Carter

MENTIONS: NONE
INTERACTIONS: wafflegirl

At the faint sound of the front door to the cabin opening, Absinthe directed her attention from the window toward the latter, the door to the attic bedroom. She stretched her aching, brittle limbs, groaning similar to that of a menstrating, elder walrus. She rolled her eyes at herself, disgruntled at the noise that was produced. Her toes curled as her stomach roared, beckoning to be fed, yet Absinthe refused to allow so. Once comfortable, she rolled onto her back, holding her sides. Her head was tilt slightly, as she observed as a girl with dark brown strands of hair walked into the room, noticing that she was now not alone in the space. She shifted into a seated position, hugging her knees to her chest. She chose to be rather quiet, hoping she would not be noticed. She cursed herself with the idea to pretend to be asleep, yet had foiled her plot before once doing so.

The girl continued on her own, unpacking and preparing her bunk as she did so. It was noticeable that a heavy silence lingered, yet it seemed unable to break. A silence Absinthe was all too familar with. The mentioned silence lingered within her, in replacement of where her brain should have been.

She was sick, she knew. She was dying, she knew. She needed help, she knew. She would refuse it, she knew. For who else would care?

Absinthe was not considered to be social in the slightest. To say she had trust issues would be an understatement. She had built walls, that appeared to be nearly unbreakable to the human eye. She was human, yes, but she had been hell and back again. She had lived a hundred years in one mere life.

She was nearly surprised the girl had spoke, but failed to exploit it. Absinthe replied, once clearing her throat properly if its gravel, “Hello, good day.”​

 

[DuckPrince]

Hyun Mun
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Okay, so, he was late. He had to come via plane and then via taxi and then walk the rest of the way. Not that he was complaining. The taxi left him as close as it could but he still had about a 5 km walk to do, which was fine. He was about 1 hour late compared to when others arrived by bus. Well. He needed the exercise, sitting in a plane for hours made his long ass legs achy and ass numb. He rather have his ass numb for other reasons, better reasons.

"If I knew this was gonna take so long, I'd just skydive from a fucking plane" He muttered to himself while dragging along his luggage. After he arrived at the camp, which was in itself shit, he narrowly avoided being hit on by the receptionist lady, grabbed a oversized camp logo t-shirt and tried his best to navigate to the boy's cabin. He eventually did, which was in itself a huge relief.

Outside he noticed a guy, that looked as Asian as he did, instead of going inside though, Hyun plopped his luggage onto the porch and sat down on the top step, stretching out his legs and pulling a cigarette from his pocket along with a lighter. He observed the guy sitting three steps lower than him, and seeing how shaky he looked, he left him be for now, enjoying his smoke, making sure to blow the smoke away from the guy as he noticed the inhaler in his hands and stuffy nose. His ex had asthma so he knew how crappy it could be to be around smokers so he made sure to be careful to not risk an asthma attack.

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Mentioning: Morgan Goto
Interacting: N/A​

 

[wafflegirl]

Elouise Blackwell
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Elouise managed to laugh humorlessly. "A good day indeed." It was not, and she knew that the girl didn't seem to find it pleasant either.

She didn't know why she did that, it was beyond what she expected her first interaction with a fellow camper to be. She didn't even stutter, which surprised her.

Elouise almost forgot that she was in the middle of a conversation with a stranger. She didn't want to seem rude, so she cleared her throat and extended her hand. "I'm Elouise Blackwell."

Was she dreaming? She couldn't believe that she was the one who engaged a social interaction, especially with someone whom she didn't know at all. But if she wanted to survive this camp, she needed an ally. Even if she didn't like it.

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Interaction: final girl.

 

[final girl.]

Absinthe Carter

(AN ACTUAL MOM)

MENTIONS: NONE
INTERACTIONS: wafflegirl

Absinthe was nearly repulsed at her voice, the tone, hearing it to be monotonous, to be tasteless and without emotions of it. She had not recently spoke in the past seventy-two hours, therefore she sounded to be ill. She did have the mental capabilities of emotes, yes, but she discovered it was not fond to engage in revealing them. The conversation trailed in silence, as the girl before her looked to be thinking, pondering the thought. After a abrupt moment, words seemed to flow from her mouth smoothly. Her hand was held to Absinthe’s grasp, extended to shake.

“I’m Elouise Blackwell.” Her soft voice reverberated through Absinthe’s mind. Her voice reminded her of her mother, yet there was kindness in her eye.

Absinthe happened to enjoy the name, and could match the name to the fairy-like features of the girl. The ravenous hair, orbs of fresh winter’s snow. She was envious, as she realized she could not be considered of such beauty. Her mind was simply jarred that she was able to converse without handling an insult from her lips, and rather prefered it. She was in need of allies if she wished to survive the camp, and she seemed to be pleased by doing so.

Absinthe found the Elouise to be quite truthful, and she happened to respect the fact. A smile grew to her face, as she prepared herself to stand. She reached outward with a cold, trembling palm and shook the hand before her. “I am Absinthe Carter, it is a pleasure to meet you.. I would not mind being called Abby, if that is of your preference.”​

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Samantha was one of the last people to sign in, having been absorbed into her music. It was her primary source of comfort, after all. Shirt in hand, she navigated her way to the girl's cabin at a brisk pace.

Finally, I'm away from them; away from those abusers that are Mum and Dad. A stress-free experience is all I want.

Climbing up the stairs to the girl's cabin, Samantha got a text from someone. Being clumsy, she tripped at the last stair as she got her phone out. Hitting the ground hard, her bag, shirt and glasses all going for a fly, she winced as her bruises hit the cold wooden ground. She got up to her knees, feeling around for her glasses, her vision now smudges of colour.
"Is anyone there? I've had a fall" she, reluctantly called out, unable to find her glasses.

 

[DuckPrince]

Hyun Mun
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Hyun glanced over at his luggage before he got up, slowly so he wouldn't give the other guy a heart attack. Stretching a little with the cigarette between his plump pink lips, he fished out the map from his back pocket and looked at the picture of another cabin not far from this one. Looking in both left and right from where he stood, he walked down the steps and proceeded to walk in the direction of the other cabin. Maybe he'd just say hello for the sake of seeing the other new faces before going onto the cabin he'd be staying in. He figured no one would look through his stuff, hopefully the kid on the steps would be able to tell anyone asking that it belonged to another newcomer that.. went for a walk.

Finishing his cigarette on the 4 minute walk, he put it out against his tongue and put it in his pocket. He wasn't going to litter the woods like some idiot. He respected nature. Finally stumbling upon the cabin in the woods, he pursed his lips. It looked much better than the boys cabin, it at least didn't have boarded up windows.

Shuffling closer, he looked at the steps and tested out his weight on them. One creaked like a person tortured by a chiropractor so he removed his foot from it and.. Stretched his leg up, pulling himself up to the top of the stairs on one fell swoop. He cleared his throat with a grunt and then licked his lips and knocked on the door of the cabin gently a few times. He just hoped no one would try to shank him or something. He didn't want to get into a fight with anyone, especially not with people smaller than himself.

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Mentioning: All of the girls ( final girl. , R Rock And Roll Boy , wafflegirl , Soap )
Interacting: No one yet​

 

[Kisaki]

Markus​

"You look like shit." Markus blurted after seeing Morgan's puffy eyes. It reminded him of his father who would get allergies from the dogs his mother brings in for foster care. "I'm taking about your healthness not your physical char- whatever! Forget what I said!" He stopped trying to clarify himself. Markus pushed himself off from the bed and stood up straight.

"Call me Markus," He introduced himself. "And no, you can't call me Mark or Marky." He added. It felt odd for some stranger to call him Mark. His best friends and his family were the only ones who could use it. "It seems that we are done. Make sure to clean after yourself."Markus couldn't stand a dirty room. He would make sure that his roommates are properly cleaning the lodge.
DuckPrince

 

[final girl.]

Absinthe Carter

MENTIONED: Hyun Mun DuckPrince
INTERACTIONS: NONE

“Oh, dear god,” Absinthe squint at the can of Carbonated Celery Chunks. She held it to eye level, examining the expiration date, as well as the nutrition label. “I am suddenly no longer starved.” She was disgusted at their consumption source, as she stood amid the kitchenry, in search of a bottled water. As assumed, the eighties theme was evident in entirety, seeing as many had long since passed their perishing date. She set the can into place of the cabinet, before closing it behind her.

Absinthe stalked through the cabin, searching the walls, examining the photos of smiling campers before her. She looked closely at their faces, soon realizing their faces appeared to be fake, but if their gleaming grins were forced upon them. This drew her into her thoughts, remembering the boy whom had disappeared once opening the door to the camp registry for her.

She thoughts swam in waves, consuming her from were she stood. Was she seeing things? Was her illness causing her to see this? Did she truly need help? She had only eaten poorly in the few days, allowing her diease to control her.

In recognition of this, she exited through the front door of the cabin, eager to catch a grasp of fresh air. She weighed heavily upon the railing, her mind flickering from reality to darkness. One symptom of her diease? Lack of consciousness.

She had become adapted to such, yet to this extent, she wished to give up. To lose. She truly did. In attempt to walk, she then collapsed upon the last step, leaning heavily upon the rail. Her breaths appeared shallow, as she watched as a figure shrouded in gray, abvient smoke approached. ​

 

[Soap]

Fiona Bennet
Interacting with: final girl.
Mentions: DuckPrince
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After getting off the bus, bag and book-in-hand. She looked around the camp, It was...pretty. To some people, to Fiona? It was the new hell she had to get used to for the next few months, she grabbed her camp-shirt, and followed the womans’ directions to the cabin.

As she approached she saw a girl leaning on the rail of the steps she wasn’t so eager to walk up. She didn’t look like she was doing too-great. Once she gotten closer she noticed the boy next to the cabin door,

“Um, hey mama. You good?” Fiona asked, taking a few glances at the boy, in-hopes of-knowing what’s going on.

 

[DuckPrince]

Tall boi
Hyun Mun
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Hyun was waiting for someone to answer the door when he pretty much heard someone stumble on steps, so he rounded the cabin and looked at the two girls, one looking like she was passing out or just waking up from passing out, so he walked closer slowly so he wouldn't startle either of them.

He walked up to the girl, standing at the bottom of the stairs so she wouldn't need to tilt her head to look at him. "Can you hear me? Think you could walk up the steps with some help?" He asked. If he saw that she was incapable of that, he'd simply pick her up and carry her into the cabin, just so they wouldn't risk her getting injured by herself. She looked so thin, he was honestly worried he'd snap her in half if he touched her to try and help her.

He looked at the girl that seemed to just arrive and thought rationally. "Do you have any water? Or something sweet?" He asked calmly. Panicking would help no one in this situation.

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Mentions: N/A
Interactions: final girl. , Soap



Morgan Goto
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Morgan had nodded to the guy, Markus, who honestly looked like he'd kill him if he did anything wrong, before he'd gone outside. That comment, although clearly not meant in a malicious way, did sting a little. He knew he looked like shit..

The guy that arrived seemed scary, Asian and tall. Asians weren't tall. This dude was a giant compared to the population of Asia. What did his guardians feed him? At least he seemed observant enough, which he was grateful for, to not blow any smoke at him or to try and talk to him. Right now, Morgan just needed some peace and quiet to calm down.

He subtly watched him leave to what he assumed was the girl's cabin, gaze trailing up and down that figure.

Damn.. He had a fine ass.

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Mentions: Kisaki , Hyun Mun
Interactions: N/A​

 

[final girl.]

Absinthe Carter

MENTIONED: NONE

INTERACTIONS: DuckPrince Soap

Absinthe had never once had a scene in public before. For this tended to happen in her room, confined to the walls of her home. She would often lose consciousness in lack of eating and in the overexposure to immediate movement. It was considered at be a custom by her.

Absinthe could hear words float through the air, yet failed to trace them to their lips properly. She observed as another figure appeared, a girl of brown locks, hazardous approach toward the wooden patio. Her blue eyes held concern, yet her voice was indecisively stern. Though quite ill minded, she hypothesized the voice heard belonged to the girl before her.

Absinthe remained seated upon the stairs of the lodging, in knowledge if she were to move, she would ultimately faint. She was then able to raise a trembling hand, turning it into an upward facing thumb, committing toward her forceful lie. She hoped her message would be clear. That she was alright. As she wished she would.

The boy, she had soon realized, rather decided to jump into action. He stood before her, asking her if she could hear him, she could, yet his voice seemed too far to comprehend. His hair was swept to the side, though Absinthe noticed his skin was absolutely covered in ink. It was apparent upon his pale skin, yet did not consume him.

She opened her mouth to speak, to comfort the pair of teenagers, though words refused to escape her lips. Before realizing so, she shook her head silently, though took an abrupt breath as she could feel streams of evading water erupt from the ducts of her ocean toned orbs.

Tears.
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