Realistic or Modern Camp Winifred [recruiting]

[Xafin]

Cassandra Vasiliou
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Cassandra blinks at Ricky's enthusiasm, and then looks around to see if anyone else is cheering. She pumps her fist in the air and lets out a loud whoop at the second request to make some noise, then she laughs and runs a hand through her hair, blushing furiously at the noise that just came out of her. Her hair is a mess, for sure, and running her hair through it just made it worse. She looks at Gerald with bright eyes, and laughs again, not unkindly, but it could be mistaken for a mocking laugh if someone was already anxious. "When are we getting food, do you think? After this nonsense?" She asks the people still sitting around her table, a lopsided grin plastered on her face. "Oh, and, uh, I'm Cassandra. Did I say that already? I must've at some point."

 

[Zahzi]

The kitchen doors would suddenly be kicked open with the deliberate intention of slamming into the loud idiot on the other side. The perpetrator of the malicious act was, obviously, the size-thirteen boot belonging to Tobias on the other side of the door that kicked it with enough force to break something if need be. And given the situation, he would have relished possibility.
"Small, I swear to whatever God you prey to that if you don't SHUT UP I'm going to send your tail bone through your nose!" he barked, before bringing out the cart carrying the food for everyone.

If there weren't children present the dialogue would probably been a bit more graphic, but hopefully this got through that thick skull of Small's all the same. Otherwise, it would get quite colorful soon.
Tobias gave a sigh calming down as he pushed the cart in view of everyone.
"Alright everyone. Tonight we have Andreas to thank for the restocking of our freezer. It would have been cans of ravioli that had their expiration dates rubbed off years ago. Your illustrious Scoutmaster only has the best prepared. Now. The meal tonight is Venison Steaks, Mashed Potatoes, and enough Gravy to drown Woods."
A pause.
"If any of you are gonna preach veganism here, you can go forage the mountains if you want to stay on your high horse."

 

[Thexcentrichilean]

Arthur Samourjian​

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The kid simply observed Bijou trying to get down to her seat with a hint of concern, but also a bit of amusement. Thankfully, the girl was able to sit down safely which got a sigh of relief out of Arthur. Soon enough, she got her cute backpack on top of her, very colorful but also somewhat fitting for the child, and there reigned a momentaneous silence for a minute...

That was until the Russian child broke it quite quickly and with energy. That made Arthur flinch slightly at the sudden influx of loud words, but he was mostly fine soon enough... at least it was only her on the table, it was much more bearable. And soon enough he had been bombarded by a lot of questions and enthusiasm and showing and telling... a bit overwhelming really, and as such let her finish asking and pointing to things before trying to respond. That and interrupting would be quite the rude thing to do anyway... but back on topic. Arthur was ready to respond to Bijou's multiple inquiries and comparisons when... he felt a new person arriving at their table, someone of loud steps that used a lot of space...

The arachnid boy unconsciously gulped as he turned around to face the newcomer, feeling nervous and anxious already at the sheer... size of the man in question.

The piercing red eyes and bloodied teeth did not help. Then he thankfully cleaned it up due to the swig of water but by now Arthur was already highly intimidated, to the point of almost jumping when the new man called his name.
"I, yes!" He reported back extremely abruptly and panicked, his voice cracking quite audibly.

Thankfully for his ever-deteriorating nerves, he had stopped talking to him directly and started addressing both kids on that table... and things seemed to be going in a more manageable direction until the tutor didn't get his new friend's name wrong only once, but TWICE... Arthur could only brace himself for what was to come based on what he had noticed during the campfire moments where his attention wasn't stuck on his phone.

But it was much worse than he had expected, with Bijou raising her voice too much, which already had the teen on edge.

And it only got worse from there on. From the cat escaping and panicking to the wolf pursuing it, to two other kids instigating Bijou even further, Ricky suddenly shouting multiple times as doors slammed and the staff was loud and just. Everything was starting to seem like a blur and Arthur was the most stressed he had ever been since he awakened his powers. A cold sweat ran down his back and started to drench his shirt as he started shivering in place slightly, his multiple eyes darting secretly from side to side in a panic as his mouth remained gaped open but unable to utter even a single word, his breathing getting progressively rougher and less rhythmic with every second and everything around the teen seemingly becoming blurred, muffled, noise that stressed him even further.

Soon enough, the arachnid kid just wasn't able to take it and stood up from the table without thinking, almost tripping from the suddenness as he placed his palms on top of his ears in a futile attempt to drown out the surroundings while closing his eyes, and soon enough reopening and attempting to run out of the room in a panic, struggling to stop himself from crying as he reached the door, and running out of the cabin through the open door with his eyes tearing up, not even noticing The mushroom man on the floor... He had enough for a life, he just wanted silence, and rest!!!

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[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Evan
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Evan would sigh at Ricky's attempts to get everyone to start cheering not that he was embarrassed by it more so that it was going badly turning to smile at Ricky before turning towards the crowd with an overacted twirl wings pushing him up into the air "YEAH COME ONE EVERYONE YOU HEARD THE MAN MAKE SOME NOISE" hed call out adding a bit of ariel acrobatics into the mix.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Blair Silva​

Location - Messy Mess Hall
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The thrill of the hunt continued to push Blair forward without a care in the world for her small riding companion. She had always thought that Colt was such a stick in the mud and never wanted to live life to the fullest. Blair knew deep down that there was a man ready to break out of his small furry shell and use his powers for the greater evil. Upon their initial meeting, she had blatantly asked if he ever had a hamster as a girlfriend or if he'd settle down with a rodent considering his situation.

''Don't worry about it Hammy, you're doing great at not falling off, live a little,'' Blair took a sharp turn as she snapped at the cat as it tried to escape through the door. She kicked it into high gear and ran directly into the little fungus man that had some of the worst luck. It sounded like a meat truck collided with some kind of soft sponge as she rolled out of control. By the time she completely stopped, Blair was sprawled out with her paws rubbing her injured snout. ''Shroomy, what in the hell were you doing just standing on the other side of the door, the cat escaped thanks to you...oh shit. Colt, you better still be alive up there because I cannot get charged with Hamster Homicide.''

 

[AllHailDago]

Andreas Spencer​

Andreas wasn't sure what to expect when he greeted the young blonde girl, but getting dressed down for mispronunciation wasn't one of the options. He was quite used to being corrected however, and paid close attention to her as she stressed it's proper pronunciation. Bee-zyu….thinking back to how it was spelled he couldn't grasp how that made sense, but he didn't particularly care about things making sense anyhow. He nodded to the girl as to affirm she had gotten her point across, and then he stared hard at the table for a minute or two. He concentrated firmly and repeated to himself several dozen times to hammer it home to himself, just like back in his school days. Much like those days, he also seemed completely oblivious to what happened around him while he did so.

As such he didn't take much note of the cries of excitement he surely would have lent his voice to, or the newcomers who also got Bijou's name wrong. When he finally looked up again he had barely muttered, "Sorry about that, Bijou," before Arthur became overwhelmed and fled the building. Andreas downed the remainder of his pitcher of water in one swift pull, and stood up to go after the boy. He couldn't chance any of the campers getting hurt or lost already after all. Especially after frightening the poor camper who had arrived early the day prior.

As Andreas passed through the door of the mess hall, which was already oddly ajar, he happened upon an odd sight. Laying in a chaotic sprawl were Mungus, Blair, and Colton. How that came about he hadn't the faintest idea, but he didn't particularly care for the details. With blatant ease he lifted each to their feet, or paws in Blair's case, and moved past them into the night to look for Arthur.

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Melody Vance
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Approximately twenty four hours earlier, Melody stepped out of a lone taxi as the first camper to arrive to Winifred. She was supposed to have come the following day with everyone else, but for some reason Mr. Stone had her on her way separately ahead of schedule. She didn't think to question it too much, as he had always been kind to her in a way she wasn't used to from other adults. She just wished he'd been able to bring her here himself instead of taking a taxi with a stranger. Since attending Aegis she wasn't nearly so terrified of strangers....most of the time, but it would've been nice in her eyes if it was someone more personally comforting.

Paying the driver without word or eye contact, Melody got her suitcase from the trunk and watched as the car drove off. Taking several calming breaths, she turned to look at the camp. She toyed nervously with her limiter bracelet, which sat on her wrist, its indicator light completely dull. Maybe camp wouldn't be so bad? Maybe the counselors would be nice.... and surely someone she knew from 108 would be there tomorrow. She tried measuring her breath to keep her heart rate down. It seemed to be working for a second, but then something terribly unexpected happened.

With a great rush of displaced air, and a terrifying slam that knocked dirt and detritus into the air a.....creature landed in the middle of the camp clearing, having descended from the darkening night sky. Melody stumbled several feet backwards towards the treeline, dropping her suitcase in the process. With a terrifying suddenness the creatures head snapped around at the sound, and blood filled eyes settled on her. As the dust began to clear the creature turned fully toward her, a massive glimmering golden dragon with half of....some large forest animal hanging from the side of its mouth. It began to take a few steps towards her, its body seeming to ripple and writhe as it did, crossing the distance between them with laughable ease.

That was all the motivation she needed to begin transforming out of raw fear as she continued walking futilely backwards from something she could never hope to outpace. She turned to try and run but only made it slightly into the forest before she stumbled. Looking down at her feet, she found her legs had taken on a texture of rough bark and rooted to the ground. She simply settled in place, hugging herself as she continued to transform. Over the next half a minute where there was once a small girl in her mid teens, there now stood a middling sized redwood tree looking rather out of place compared to the species around it.

Melody's senses shifted vastly in this new form, now unable to see or hear or feel as animals perceive such things. Instead she seemed to have a gentle awareness of the wind in her branches, the water now being pulled up by her roots, and suddenly....a very gentle seeming pressure at the bark near the base of her body. A vibration ran through her, something making sound or perhaps attempting to speak to her. A tense bolt of fear made her consider the possibility that the dragon thing hadn't fallen for her ruse. She could move in this form thanks to the training at Aegis, but only her branches to beat away attackers. If she did so and it remained ineffective, a dragon could surely burn her alive. So instead she simply waited, hoping her "camoflauge" paid off.

For an indeterminate period of time the pressure remained, gently running down her trunk. The vibrations intermittently running through her bark as the...whatever it was attempted to speak to her presumably. Then after what seemed an eon, she felt the passing of air as it walked away. Safe, she let out a long sigh....or the tree equivalent which was a release of tension in her boughs. She tried to shift back...to find she had unfortunately passed her hour limit before she's stuck for a day in the form. Cursing her loose grasp of time as a plant, she accepted that this was what she would be dealing with for the next twenty four hours. At least by the time she could change back others should be arriving....

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A low thrum resonated through Melody, rousing her from the gentle peace her mind had drifted into over the last day. She vaguely recognized that feeling as her body letting her know she could turn back. With a concentrated effort her body began to shrink back, several birds and small animals taking flight and scurrying away as their seemingly normal tree began to turn back into a teen girl. A minute later she sat in a small copse of trees alone, a few minor bloodless scratches and pokes in her skin where animals had eaten away at her surface bark.

She walked nervously back towards the camp and exited the forest into the clearing. She found that her suitcase was gone, instead there was....what looked like a rotting pile of mushrooms. Maybe one of the counselors had put her stuff in a cabin... Her eyes settled on the light coming from the doorway of the largest building in her line of sight. An absolutely massive man eclipsed the light momentarily, his eyes...the same blood red as the dragon the day before. A shape shifter like her?! She immediately felt ashamed of her reaction the day before, she'd have to apologize when she could. But the man seemed to right a few people on the porch and walk off into the night.

Cautiously approaching the steps up to the doors, Melody found three completely baffling figures surrounding the entrance to a loud...cafeteria perhaps. A short mushroom man, a panther, and a hamster. They all seemed a little dazed for some reason. Unlike the dragon, something she had never seen before, the panther didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. In fact, the dazed expression on its snout seemed to concern her. "A-are you okay?" , she asked the three strangers.
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[Bag o Fruit]

Ricky Small
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"Oh, uhh, yeah! Okay. That works, works for sure!" Ricky sheepishly sidled off to the back wall. "Everybody remember to be thankful to Chef Tobes for the scrumptious cookin', kay? Alright!" He leaned back and waited for the crowd to thin out before he got his own plate.

When Arthur ran out, he considered going after him, but settled when he saw Andreas was already ahead of him. On some not-too-deep level, he hoped Andreas would also help sort out the mess, still actively snowballing around the door, while he was over there. More specifically, he hoped he wouldn't have to. "He's a good dude," he said to himself, "super on top of stuff. Really together guy!"

 

[TheDaftStudent]

Colton Woods
Location: Camp Mess hall
Tags: Shadow Alpha AFreakingBird AllHailDago

Sound and fury.

Man has a long and storied history of fearing the mushroom cloud, and now Colton could see that fear in truth as the shadow of the Fungus Amongus appeared and Blair face planted into it. The world fell and gravity lost all meaning to Colton. He felt the ground come up to meet him as he finally found himself right again. He sat there dazed as he felt fur in his small paws. He let go of it and felt bad for gripping onto Blair as hard.

“Wowza.” He groaned as he found himself standing up. He rubbed his eyes to get the stars to go away before looking up to see a new face. “Hello, I think everything is fine.”
He said as he looked over at Blair, “No homicide here, Blair.”

Colt waddled his way over to Mungus.

“Hey, Fungi, you okay?”

He stood at the doorway looking at the fungus man.

“Oh! I’m Colton, camp staff.” He said to the strange girl.

 

[AFreakingBird]

Mungus the Fungus
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Leaning his full weight, some 20 pounds, into the door, the fungal avatar had begun to make some serious headway on getting across the threshold when he felt the approach of a familiar presence on the other side. Ah yes, the child he met with the deer several hours ago. Or maybe that was a month ago. Mungus wasn’t sure… the flow of time was convoluted… regardless, a wave of appreciation washed over Mungus as the door swung open by Gerald’s hand. However before the slow-to-react fungal body could cross into the cafeteria, a friendly animal rushed directly into him, scrambling over the fungal body in a frenzied motion, it’s claws ripping tears in his cap and knocking his hard earned firesticks onto the ground as a cloud of spores burst into the air. “Oh…” Mungus slowly turned and watched the cat scramble off. Such a friendly creature. As the fungal avatar turned back for the door, fury bore upon his mushroomy flesh in the form of a large wolf ridden by a disheveled Colton, happening almost faster than he could process it. Upon impact, Mungus flew backwards through the air leaving another trail of spores, eventually making a squishy impact with the ground, gazing up at the sky. Ah. Beautiful, there were those stars again. In those moments he flew through the air, feeling a foreign sense of weightlessness, a feeling of peace washed over the fungal avatar that, if for only a moment, he was there among the very stars themselves. Truely, they were all one with the universe.

As Mungus peacefully pondered the nature of a cosmic fungus, the wolven form of Blair called out to him. “Yes. It was very fortunate that I was standing here, that we could meet again, friend” The now, somewhat deflated and bruised mushroom slowly rocked to his feet, his broken cap now slumping over his face and obscuring his vision. Before he could manage to recover his footing on his own, the large bodied figure righted him- though unable to see him through his cap, Mungus could feel the inherit warmth of Andreas. Mmm. Warmth was good for mushrooms. Now righted, Mungus contorted his body in an attempt to see out from his dangling cap to look at everyone. All he could manage to see were an unfamiliar pair of feet, paws, and… oh. Colt. That’s right he was here too. Wow. All of his friends, together. And... someone new. An unfamiliar set of feet... well, the feet seemed unfamilar, yet Mungus had already connected with this being earlier, though on strange circumstances. Yes... the tree, one he had never seen before that suddnely infiltrated his fungal network with a brand new interesting form of life, and energy. On that note, Mungus recalled his original intent to share the fire sticks with everyone. Spotting them on the ground through his half vision, Mungus wattled over and began collecting them. The embers appeared dead, but as he lifted the sticks through the air, the wind gave them new life. There was a wisdom in that too. Contented with this, the broken but somehow still functioning fungal avatar with his obscured vision began slowly navigating towards those he could see nearby, beginning with the new person, no longer a mighty tree, with offering of slightly embered sticks. "You have changed since last I felt your presence. You are of different form. Spectacular, it must be, to experience such a breadth of perceptions." the voice of Mungus echoed through the minds of those nearby as the fungal avatar stared at the feet of Melody, holding one of the pieces of tinder towards her in a friendly offer.

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[Bag o Fruit]

Ricky Small

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Ricky's hands were so seasoned with grit that, while on the pale side after a thorough wash, they blended in well with the color of his patchy brunette beard as he shoved one in his mouth up to the third knuckle. One more pick and... there, his gums were freed of the remnant sunflower shell shards, which he swallowed along with a dose of dirt he'd have called healthy. Sucking on the stinging spots, which only made them start to bleed, he gazed contentedly around the mess hall. He took attendance one more time, mentally. Remembering campers' names was the hard part; the nicknames just came naturally. He made a note of one or two faces he didn't recognize, and three or four talks he'd have to have with some campers tonight... a plan formed, albeit a Ricky plan.

As attention flocked to the door, he saw and hobbled toward his chance to grab a plate. He hadn't had a potato in a dog's age, he thought, and wondered if Tobias had been saving a stash of them for the first day of camp. That was probably it, he decided. Tobias was a real softie deep down, after all! He set his plate down in the spot Andreas had previously occupied, and began to speak in his best 'cool and kid-savvy' voice. "Heyyyy, campers! You pumped for camp, yo? I am, I know that much for suresies! Now lemme see, I know you, Bees-and-carrots..." pointing out Bijou, "... But IIIIII don't think I saw you two fellers at all the icebreakers, did I? You bros get here late? Ugh, that's a moods, amirite? One or two names I know didn't get called, so lemme have a guess at it..." He pointed to Adrian. "Chase? And you've gotta be... Rowan!" he beheld Chase with an open hand. "Huh? Tell me I got it!"

He sat down at the table as casually as he could while he went on, which involved bruising his shin on the edge of the table, making two distinct brown bootprints on the bench, dragging a leg across the ground towards him, banging his knee, and finally giving up on one leg, choosing to straddle the bench instead. Unfortunately, he had started with the wrong leg, and had to look over his shoulder to speak to the kids.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Alron
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alron wasn't totally invested in eating any of the food instead he was more interesting in having a bit of fun after all being a shapeshifting pile of sludge has it’s fun advantages. The old man that had sat down seemed to be trying to be friendly, so why not? he’d turn To Cassandra with a bit of a smile “now watch this it should be fun” he said. dropping his human visage allow Akron to slither across the floor relatively unnoticed, slithering up behind Ricky the black mass paused for a moment reshaping into that of a sparrow that would hope up and perch itself upon the old mans head. A second later the now sparrow alron would open its mouth to play “never gonna give you up” by Rick Ashley, perfectly actually as if he’d recorded it and in a sense Alron had, it was time to see the bemused reaction of the others to a musical sparrow.

 

[Xafin]

Cassandra smiles, laughing quietly, as Alron gets up to his antics. She shakes her head, bemused, as Alron essentially rick rolls his fellow campers and the kind looking Ricky, and looks down at the food on her plate, which she had gotten up and picked out only moments prior. Thank goodness she's not a vegetarian, this would be really awkward if she was. She pokes at the meat on her plate, wondering what kind it is and if it can even be considered safe. She takes a bite, and chews. And chews. And chews some more, grimacing at the texture of the meat. Is this what she has to look forward to for the rest of the camp? Ugh.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Blair Silva
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Location - Messy Mess Hall
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It was embarrassing to say the least, being easily picked up by her furred sides and placed gently hurt her pride. Blair could only imagine that she resembled a small pup being picked up by a child and she shook out her coat in order to fix her appearance, ''....Thanks Andreas, and sorry for that NFL grade tackle Shroomie. On the Brightside, no one died so I can't be held responsible for a damn thing.''

By the time she settled down and began to take in her surroundings, a very odd scent was picked up. If she had to describe it to anyone without a sensitive nose it would have been a combination of a dry tree with a hint of blood. Her wolf head whipped in its direction and she happily trotted over to take in the strange girl's smell. Technically this was a part of her counselor duties because she was also responsible for searching for campers that may have gotten lost in the nearby woods. And that one time a kid got kidnapped by a mutant mole...good times, good times. The smell of bark wasn't as strong as she circled the girl before sitting back on her haunches. ''A pleasure to meet ya kid, the name's Blair and I'm also one of the counselors. I know after seeing the talking hamster you might think this is some kind of Dr. Doolittle camp but I can still revert to human form unlike my adorable squishy co-worker down there. As much as I would love for you to see me in my true glory, I've been told that nudity is 'not appropriate' on a first date or meeting. Feel free to shake my paw if you're into that sort of thing though.''

 

[Gus]

Gerald Marinos
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Gerald, hesitantly, opened his eyes. Against all odds, everyone seemed to be fine! Mungus maybe looked a little the worse for wear, but then again, he'd certainly looked worse. Shrugging, he let go of the door and lowered his jazz hand, eventually remembering to stop with the finger waggles. So... time for food, he supposed?

Drifting over to the stack of plates he nodded hello to Jeb, shyly mumbled a 'Thank you for the meal' to Tobias, and went back to his seat. Alron seemed to have gone from the table, which was somehow more worrisome than a relief. Who knows what that guy was liable to get up to?

The expression on Cassandra's face as she was chewing was, if anything, even more deeply concerning than Alron's absence. He folded himself awkwardly back into the anti-ergonomic bench and cut a small piece off of the venison steak.

It looked ok...

He sniffed. Smelled ok...

Gingerly, he took a nibble, and then another. Not... bad? A little gamey, but then, it was venison. Some people, he supposed, had narrower tastes for what counted as palatable. The mashed potatoes and gravy were positively delightful, and he set to work on them with a will, hoping there would be seconds available.

Abruptly remembering his earlier offer of food, he felt a small pang of guilt. Though dinner had been served, certainly Cassandra appeared likely to appreciate some 'normal' food, and possibly Michael would as well.

Hastily swallowing the last of his mashed potatoes, he addressed the table:
"Sorry, do you guys still want those granola bars?'

 

[Bag o Fruit]

Ricky Small

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Ricky jolted at the sudden musical interlude, banging his knee again on the underside of the table. After sucking in through his teeth over the pain, he glanced up in vain, blinking in the harsh florescent light. "Is that a bird on my noggin? How'd that get in here?" Unsure of what to do, he stared vacantly for a second, sparrow still perched in what could be mistaken for a nest on his head.

"Catchy tune!"

 

[AllHailDago]

Arthur and Andreas​

Arthur was in a BAD mental state to say the least, completely unable to think properly or even sit down as long as there was even an INKLING of noise and stimulation nearby. And as such, he ran, as fast as he could towards the forest area around the camp.

At least nature would be less close to him in its sensory stimuli… that and it was his first instinct to just run away without thinking and without really having a plan, just banking on his instincts to prevent running into a tree or tripping onto a rock. For the most part, it worked and Arthur was able to run uninterrupted for about two minutes before finally stopping to catch his breath while leaning against a tree… he was, alone now, only the sounds of the nature he was fond of accompanying him.

“...”

The boy slid down against the tree to sit down on the dirt of the forest, exhausted and trying to regain his lost composure. Thankfully, with nothing overly stimulating going on right now Arthur was able to slowly but surely calm down, taking off his beanie hat and his sunglasses, showing the multitude of eyes he was so self-conscious about. It was understandably very uncomfortable and somewhat stuffy to wear so much on your head and that’s without taking into account the bad feeling of having to keep so many of your own eyes closed at any given time… it feels awkward and restricting.

The Iranian teen would let out a sigh, half out of relief, half out of exhaustion. He was a little TOO ready to pass out already and could only curse himself… he made such a scene, and probably worried the staff… ahhhhh, he is so useless sometimes… can’t even keep it together.

“Delamo sâbun zadam…(I got my hopes up…)” about what specifically? The camp in general, he was thinking that maybe he had already lost his chance of making a good impression.

The kid felt more dejected than ever, and started hugging his knees, hiding his face into his legs, wanting to just be allowed to wallow in his self depreciation.

It was there, after a fair bit of searching, that Andreas found Arthur. The kid was more spry than he had initially predicted, and had gotten a little ahead of him. Thankfully Andreas’ acute hearing allowed him to pick up the sounds of Arthur speaking to himself. Approaching as non threateningly as he could, Andreas managed to snap his fair share of sticks and crunch leaves as he approached. It was a good thing he wasn’t trying to be quiet about it.

He eyed Arthur in the dark, Andreas’ red eyes luminous and telling of his night vision. The young man seemed more distraught than the problems at the table should’ve caused him to be at a surface level. Something...more was at work here. As Andreas took note of the lack of hat and glasses he felt it click somewhat. His change must have been fairly recent, and drastic to the poor kid. Andreas had the…. fortune that he was basically empowered from birth, so he had his whole life to adapt to the differences between himself and others. Arthur didn’t get that luxury, and Andreas could imagine a whole slew of ways that could be weighing on him.

Andreas tried to settle softly to the forest floor a few feet in front of Arthur. His legs crossed and hands on his knees, he gave the boy a gentle, warm smile. “Ya ran off pretty suddenly, Arthur. What’s the matter?”
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Not long after the Iranian teen would flinch at the very distinctive noise of something stepping and breaking twigs and leaves left and right… Soon enough he quieted down though. To his knowledge there wasn’t any hyper dangerous flora or fauna in the forests of the area (He had googled that beforehand to know if there was anything cool to find in the forests around).

So, he chose to remain quiet and immobile. It was going to do more good than not considering that the steps seemed steady and… walking rights towards him…

Okay, yeah he was starting to get just a little freaked out now

The tension in the atmosphere grew by every step that broke the natural noises of the forest, closing in, step, by, step… Arthur was now starting to sweat a bit. It could be an animal looking for him, or it could be a person from the camp and either option was making the young boy nervous just thinking of the prospect.

By this point Arthur had ditched the idea of being completely silent, and instead started taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down… if not, to at least keep it together…

Eventually, the being in question arrived.... It was that big man with scary eyes and teeth that to his knowledge, was part of the camp staff. The teen by this point was just too, exhausted, to do anything like cower or run away. That and considering the adult made an active effort to not be loud or make obnoxious noises… he was still nervous, but it was bearable now.

Arthur took a peek at the man, and seeing the gentle smile he could not help but lighten up, ever so slightly. He finally stopped hiding his face so much, and instead rested his chin between his legs, exposing for the first time since the trip his multiple eyes to someone else

“...” The boy was still a bit reluctant to speak up, but after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he raised his voice ever so slightly

“...too much noise. Everything was too loud…”

The Iranian kid would move his sight towards the forest ground, dirt layered with vegetation, unable to really look directly at the staff member.

Andreas glance at the eyes for a moment in silent understanding. That is a hell of a lotta new sensory information to deal with, even if he didn't pick up other enhanced senses. The loud comment could mean his hearing was enhanced recently as well. Andreas grimaced internally at the thought of multiple new eyes to deal with. Two was more than enough for him as it was.

"Too loud huh? Yeah, enhanced senses will really try your patience and sanity some days. I don't have any idea how mind reading people deal." He pursed his lips at the thought of a few fellow supers he knew who dealt with that. "Sight and hearing, right? Anything else get stronger with your new powers?"

Arthur would listen while still averting his sight from the big man (mostly on the account of his kinda intimidating size and teeth… and eyes, red eyes). Upon hearing the words themselves he could only tilt his head a bit, trying and thinking for a moment. After about a minute of silence the teen would finally speak up, even if in an extremely low volume.

“...this.”
Arthur would stop hiding his face for a moment, and show the back of his right hand to the tall dragon man… a bit of shifting would happen with the muscles of his currently big fingers… and long, razor-sharp claws would come out of where a human’s normal nails are… they looked to be long yet not brittle. They could surely be used to stab someone or to do some serious damage to something…

Soon enough he would pull them away once again, and go back to his previous position… seemingly scared of his own claws in a sense, with the tips of the fingers always aiming away from him and into the air…

Andreas nodded solemnly, raising his hand towards Arthur. His own hand would shift over a second or two, golden scales and razor sharp talons grew from his hand and fingers. “It does take a lot of getting used to, that’s for sure.” His hand shifted back over another pair of seconds. “But while you will have to adjust your life somewhat to accommodate all the new bits that come with your power, it doesn’t have to be all bad!” He fell back on an old tried and true comparison he used to comfort younger orphans being bullied back where he grew up.

“Ten percent. That’s how many people in the world supposedly have the gene that gives us all the terrible and awesome powers we are dealt. Sure, that’s a minority, but not one so small you need to feel freakish and lonely. You know what else ten percent of the world has?” He let the question hang in the air for a moment. “Left handedness is only present in ten percent of the world. Do some people think it’s weird? Yeah. Do you have to make some adjustments to deal with most of society, somewhat yes. But you're not a freak, you just have some new adjustments to make.” He gave what he thought was a comforting, toothy, open-mouthed grin.

“I…” The kid in question receiving the talk wanted to actually protest, but both couldn’t muster words to counter the councilor’s words. Both out of shyness, and about not being able to think of a good response despite how generalized it seemed…

“...”
The Iranian teen would remain silent, staring at the ground between him and the shifting dragon-man

“I… I want to believe you, but, I don’t know if I can… Back, back in school, I was already beaten just… just for looking foreign… some, awful people exist… they hate, and hate just for how you look…”

His words were becoming more and more interrupted, some sniffling added in between words as he kept talking… the whole topic in question was hard for him to approach, akin to a painful open wound… the fact that his only friend hadn’t contacted him since THE incident didn’t make Arthur feel better to say the least… He hid into his legs once again, this time to hide his tears from the man.

Andreas had to fight for a moment not to cry himself. Looking at this poor kid, having suffered like that. Andreas knew exactly what he meant, and in fact mostly avoided an entire section of the country for just such a reason… He stood up and moved closer, sitting directly next to Arthur. Gently he placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. For a few moments he sat there in silence, simply attempting to be a solid presence for the kid. In his experience, that was often the best thing for someone hurting emotionally. But sometimes…

As he felt the kids' cries taper off a little he spoke to him in a soft, matter-of-fact tone. “You’re right. There do exist some pretty hateful people out there. They hate us because we look different, or because we talk different, or for any number of stupid reasons. People never really need an excuse to hate, I have been there before myself…” He paused for several seconds, mulling over his words. “But… if we let their hate, or their jealousy, or their…” he gestured at his eyes, or the stygian black lines that ran about his body, “...fears guide our lives we’ll never do anything. Never be anything.”

He stood up slowly, and extended his hand to the still sitting Arthur. “Life has become more complex for you now, true. However, you’ve gained a whole new host of possible friends, options in life you never could’ve dreamed of before. Plus...sometimes having these abilities comes with its own share of joys and benefits. You just have to work some to find them. But you won’t have to do that alone!”

Artur would originally be… first, startled, almost jumping from the spot when the grown man had grabbed his shoulder. He barely managed to keep it together due to their current environment, and even moved up his view, to finally look at the man. Despite how scary he looked before, now… he looks, oddly comforting…

The teen’s facial expression finally softened up a little from its constant grimacing one from before… but as he finally listened to the words that broke the silence, sadness once more tainted his youthful face upon hearing the validation of his fears… this world, it was a cruel one. Why could one not just simply live their lives in peace…

And then, there would come, a speech that… in all honesty sounded a bit generic in nature, but had heart and honesty behind it from experience. This much was obvious, even to the teen in question. This left Arthur feeling… a bit conflicted. He dearly wanted to believe in the words of the adult, with all his heart… but somewhere deep within him, he feared, he feared that for someone like him it was just wishful thinking. He was not strong, neither in body or in mind…

The kid would move his sight once again, towards the ground, unable to look at the authority figure in the eyes. He was dwelling on the words, about what to do, if to try, if to possibly get hurt for trying to fit in again… what, did he want to do.

Silence would reign the scene for some time as many thoughts raced through the boy’s head. Among them, the pain and discrimination he had endured, how… how worthless he really felt at times, wondering if he wanted to try again to be accepted by others… then he remembered, some words his own family had told him one day after going back home crying:

“Keep being yourself Arthur. You are a wonderful boy, and we are sure one day, you’ll find people that like you for who you are.”

Those resounding words echoed in his mind… they were, what he hoped deep within his heart… he still had doubts though, for they were deeply rooted. Then, the little enthusiastic girl would come to mind… would she, dislike him? He feared his new friend would, but she also didn’t seem like the kind at the same time… The kid was on the fence… what did he really want?

The answer came from himself, with an uncharacteristic raising of his voice
“I just, I just! I just want to be able to have fun, have friends!!!!”

He was loud enough to startle himself… had, such a voice really come from himself?

Andreas watched the shifting emotions in the boy’s face with a smile masking his concern. Thankfully when all was said and done the boy let forth a shout that made a bit of joy and pride spill out into his features. He gave a real grin this time, rather more toothy than the ones prior. “That’s the spirit, Arthur!” He gave him a firm pat on the back, maybe ever so slightly harder than was reasonable, and said, “Let’s get back to the dining hall, I’m sure your new friends miss ya!”

The teen in question would remain in shock for a little while longer, not really fully processing what just happened. That was until the pat on the back came, snapping him out of his stupor… He was still not that confident and hesitation was still there but… but he wanted more good in his life, he wanted to fight back against the tide that made him suffer… cleaning his face a little, the kid would finally stand up from the spot against the tree, brush off his clothing, and speak up once again.

“...okay. Also… mister?”
His voice was still shy and awkward, but at least wasn’t as quiet as before

“What’s your name?” Arthur asked quite innocently, placing himself slightly behind and by the side of the draconic man

“My name? Andreas! Andreas Spencer!”

With a more jovial energy in the duo’s step, they made to return to the camp mess hall!

Thexcentrichilean

 

[Xafin]

Gus
"Uh, actually yeah! I love granola bars!" Cassandra tells Gerard with a wink, setting down her fork and extending a hand towards him. "You're so sweet. These mashed potatoes are fine but the meat is, well... chewy." She pauses, before waving a hand dismissively. "Not that that's necessarily a bad thing. I'm not used to eating a whole lot of meat."

 

[Gus]

Gerald Marinos
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Xafin Heterological Huntertabbysandshark3 ​

"Sure thing!" Gerald blurts out around a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "mum packed enough for an army for a week, let alone just for me."

He hooks his leg on one of the table supports and leans way over to the side, being wary of ducking under and knocking his head on the table again. On the other hand, coming from this angle, his backpack is tantalizing out of reach. He leans just a bit further and twists his body, stretching out his arm almost, but not quite, to the point of dislocation of his shoulder and snags a strap. Dragging it out from under the table, he rummages in the main pocket until he finds the stash of boxes, which are slightly crushed by all the other camp stuff jammed in around them. Gripping two of them, just in case Ricky insists he 'share with everyone,' he heaves himself back upright and slaps them down on the table triumphantly. "So let's see, I got 'Dark Chocolate Chunk' and 'Cinnamon Oat' here. There's a bunch more though, if those aren't to your liking."

He pops open the chocolate one first (everybody likes chocolate, right?) He places one at Alron's spot, in case he comes back, then proffers the box to Cassandra and Michael.

Makin' friends and influencin' people... dad would be so proud.

 

[Xafin]

Gus
"Oh, I absolutely love cinnamon." Cassandra replies with a grin, reaching out to casually swipe a granola bar. She then opens the package swiftly and crams half the thing in her mouth, like she's worried it's going to be taken away from her.

 

[Necessity4Fun]

Everyone inside sucks.​

Time-Flow: Normal

Location: Camp Winifred - Mess Hall, her own table -> Outside
Nearby: Foggy-eyes (Chase), Glossy hair (Adrian), Singing bird (Alron) and the annoying one (Ricky) -> Poofy hair girl (Melody), Mushroom gnome (Mungus), Arthur, dragon-man (Andreas) and the unnoticed pair (Colton and Blair)

Interactions:

spicey

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Damafaud

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Huntertabbysandshark3

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B Bag o Fruit

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Gus

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Xafin

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AFreakingBird

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TheDaftStudent

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Shadow Alpha

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Thexcentrichilean

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AllHailDago

~~Translation notes~~
"Ty spetsial'no delayesh' eto?" -> "Are you doing this on purpose?"​

Artwork: ᕱ⑅ᕱ by ゆつもえ (Yatsumoe)

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It had not been foolproof...

The blonde Russian had thought that correcting the dragon-man would be enough, she was willing to let it go as soon as her name got said right and just continuing the conversation like normal! But no. Her non-existent patience was being tested again, not even ten minutes after the last time... The moment a black-haired older boy with foggy glass-colored eyes had said it in decreasing iterations of wrong, the girl had come to a full halt, and still holding her hands in parallel in front of her from the demonstration, narrowed her hyacinth eyes at him with underlying fury. She remained like this for the entirety of his speech, as if able to shoot lasers at the other from them, in anger. Luckily for Chase, Bijou really could not.

"Ты специально делаешь это?" ^{(Ty spetsial'no delayesh' eto?)}, the incisive question had been done in a dead-pan that was a wild contrast from the extreme and passionate child thus far. Inside her gaze was a fire, however, a rage that thank god wasn't paired with a dangerous power to back it up. It wouldn't be too hard to imagine a burning aura around her like many cartoons and anime though... And then as an insult to injury, he had the audacity to ask if he could sit too! The response was immediate, with the girl placing her backpack on the seat that was closest to him and stating it very clearly, "NO."

And if he insisted, she'd kick his leg without hesitation. Her table, her rules!!!

But then there was another one.

At this point, Bijou had given up. They were all too dumb to understand basic pronunciation, it's what she had been assured of. The boy of glossy black hair and brown eyes like concentrate caramel had sat down without permission and talked to everyone nearby. Bee did not respond, she not as much acknowledge the manner-lacking invader at all, instead starting to gather her things back on her unicorn bag, --still not letting Chase sit--, and prepared to depart somewhere else. Maybe if she stuck with them for too long her and Arthur would catch the stupid from the others. Not a risk she was taking, nu-uh!
The orders coming from the human-recorder that she hated, asking them to make noise had been met with growls of annoyance. Perhaps if they hadn't started on such a sour note the girl would have been all over this, but right now? She was just done. If this table could be flipped, she might have done so a long time ago... Elsewhere was about to become outside at this rate; The Russian couldn't stand the idea of sharing the same space with Ricky.
Even more when he was so difficult to ignore like that!!

It seemed like Arthur had the same idea...

"Waaaaait! Bijou going too!", the girl had announced with an extended arm as if trying to keep him, only to realize a bit too late that something seemed wrong. He didn't even seem to hear her!

Big dragon-man had soon left after her friend and little Bee was confused as to what to do. Was this on her? The girl had her head tilted in the direction of the door for some good minutes... But she really did not understand it. In her mind, she hadn't done anything bad, if anything, everyone else joining without asking were the bad ones! Oh, did Arthur not like lots of people at once? That was a thing, right? Kids that prefered quiet and peace...?

WAIT, SO THEY REALLY WERE THE PROBLEM!!!

The blonde was pissed. It was one thing to disrespect her heritage and pride, but it was another to make the people he cared for upset. There many many things that she wanted to say to everybody right now, and still her lack of English vocabulary wouldn't truly make it justice. Annnnd of course, the non-stopping babbling man decided to join her table. Because why not? For the remainder of the interactions, Bijou had been unusually silent... and somber. Once her things had been stored back, she was just there... Shaking a bit with pent-up fury. It wasn't boredom... At least not yet, so all the events were still playing at normal speed, she just didn't feel like partaking on anything. It had stopped being entertaining or funny after Arthur had left.
There was just concern, and anger. The others didn't even seem to care, continuing with their antics like normal.

It boiled stronger and stronger until there was no more holding it.

Bijou was suddenly up with a slam against the table surface that would have echoed through the entire mess hall. Her hands were going to hurt later but that didn't matter right now. She glared daggers at each and every one of the table dwellers, buffing. It was impressive that such a small frame could harbor such a powerful ire inside it, like an erupting volcano. Obviously, the first victim of her anger had been Ricky.

"No. It not bee and carrot, it not bee-jo, it not bezho. STOP.", the initial tone was cold and collected, albeit she was clearly shaking in place, "Bee-zyu", she had made sure to stress the first occurrence to drive in the proper pronunciation again, "Hate you now. Bijou leaving. Everyone make Arthur upset, everyone not care. NO. Bad! Worse people Bijou ever see!! Bijou mad, disappointed at you!! Now leave us alone!!!"

With that said, the little Russian had grabbed her backpack, but before leaving, also taken off her anger on poor Chase who was presumably still standing nearby. --Ricky was a lot harder to reach from there, though the temptation to shove him off of the table was definitely there.-- The taller teenager had received a kick on the shin and similarly would any sort of object in her path. She also had passed by the cookie textured one's table and grabbed two bars of each flavor without saying anything, merely leaving a couple of caramel candies behind as thanks. Apparently, it had been a carefully planned action.

Once outside, after storming off as swiftly and thundering as possible for such a small child, Bijou sighed in annoyance and proceeded to open the package of milk cookies that she had stuffed inside her coat instead putting it back on the backpack. Blair and Colton might have had to move out of her way because she had barely noticed them when she left. Especially Colton. The sounds of plastic crumpling echoed for a while as the blonde Russian had struggled to get the package open for a while, until it was finally beat and the passage into the cookies was granted. A couple of them had been thrown on her mouth almost immediately, this was sure welcome after that mess back inside.

It seemed like she had come upon a conversation here too. A pretty older girl with poofy curly hair was being addressed by the mushroom-person... Bee couldn't resist and pat the later's hat flap once because it was just so adorable!! No really, it was tiny and cute and really made her curious to know whether it was some sort of gnome or not. As soon as she had been done chewing, the little Russian had extended the arm holding the cookies at the others, offering the snack treat to them.

"It a bit broken now, but still very good!", she had reassured, as if the shape of the cookies could change their flavor somehow.

And then in the distance, Bijou could see... It was Arthur! Also the dragon-man, but ARTHUR!

"Arthuuuuur~!", the girl had called out, tempted to run and meet him but, reconsidering, "Bijou bring this for you!!", she had announced waving the sweet cereal bars she had gotten from Gerald's table high up in the air with her free hand.

She was just full of snacks, wasn't she?

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[Bag o Fruit]

---ANOTHER TIMESKIP POST---​ welian Thexcentrichilean AllHailDago AFreakingBird Xafin Zahzi Gus Huntertabbysandshark3 TheDaftStudent The evening meal taken (to varying degrees of success), the campers were shown the facilities and the sleeping arrangements, all with as little ceremony as Ricky could get away with inserting. The plan had been to gather the camp around the fire after dinner, to lay down the laws of the land with everyone present. It still was, although it had been postponed to the following evening for three reasons. One, between only two outhouses and a single semi-functioning toilet with a fake spider infestation, the nearly two-dozen campers were less concerned with participating in a camp moot than with the digestion of their feast. Or in some cases, the lack thereof. Two, after the sheer achievement of surviving the first day at camp, the counselors were as tired as the campers, and no one but Ricky really wanted to prolong the day any longer. Any three, in any case, the fire had fallen victim to mushroomy absentmindedness an hour ago. Bags were slung into comically undersized cubbies. Toothbrushing was enforced by a hamster and a dragon. The demand for toilet paper ultimately overcame the camp supply, and leaves were employed for some unfortunates. Campers inexpertly yanked fitted sheets over mouse-eaten mattresses. Those who did not bring pillows made do without. And Camp Winifred descended, disgruntled but exhausted, into slumber. Far too early the following morning, the sun reluctantly shone upon Ricky's eager face. He swung his arms to and fro in stretch after stretch, each made up on the spot. Occasionally, he would fall on one knee and twist his shoulders to the left and right, and left, and right. Despite the effort required to start and stop the weight of his massive backpack swinging, the stretches did very little to limber him up. This was fine with him, as his real purpose was more to impress the gathered horde of campers, most still half asleep. He had no suspicion of how badly he was failing to do that as well. By the look of the sky, it would have been a miracle if enough clouds gathered to shed one drop of rain before evening. Another still, if an unlikely downpour bypassed the width of his yellow rain hat. But Ricky believed in miracles, and from his neck to his ass he was swaddled in a windbreaker and a poncho, both two sizes too large. A casual observer might have believed he was equally thorough in clothing both above and below his waist, but a regrettable closer inspection would have revealed otherwise; there were not, in fact, brown wool leggings beneath his khaki cargo shorts. His boots, although outdoorsy in style, were not actually designed for hiking and certainly not for stretching. Somehow, in spite of them, he came to his feet and addressed the half of the camp which had been condemned to him for the day: "GOOooooooOOOOOOD MORning, CAMP WINIFREEED! Lemme hear you SHOUT if you are PUMPED for a relaxing nature walk with And-ragon Man, li'l Mun-goom-buddy, and your ol' paaaaaal Rickles!"

 

[Xafin]

Gus B Bag o Fruit
Having not slept well, Cassandra wakes up earlier than most of her fellow cabin mates, and lays there in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling from her position on her hard mattress. She had hoped that the accommodations would be slightly less terrible, but at least she had seen that she should bring a pillow a few days previous. She dresses quickly once her new buddies start to stir, after flinging herself off the mattress, her oversized band t-shirt going past her knees, and looking like it's seen better days. It's faded and there are holes around the neckline- it's original band name so faded it's barely legible.

She smiles when the sun hits her face as they leave the cabin, closing her eyes briefly to bask in the light before quickly getting out of the way of her fellow campers. Today is going to be a good day- more wishful thinking than precognitive dream, but still. She stretches her arms above her head, her back creaking as her joints realign. She gathers with the others, and waves at Gerard when she gets into place in the rough cluster of children. She shouts, "Good morning!" at Ricky, grinning with her bunny teeth on full display.

 

[Zahzi]

All had been quiet once everyone had made their way to their cabins for the night. At least in a general standard. Inside the cabins the stereotypical hijinks inevitably ensued if any chaotic spirits were amongst the campers.....And the faculty. Hence, why Tobias was absent from his designated bunk. Though, to be fair, that was the norm. Jeb was aware of the fact his grandson never seemed to sleep like a normal person, but, Jeb being Jeb, it was never addressed. Either laziness or general lack of empathy, who knows?

Atop the highest point within the camp grounds, this being the balcony of the camp's main building, a dwelling of sorts had been set up ages ago, complete with a makeshift ladder that gave access to the rooftop. By the overabundance of cigarettes, both spent or loose, and boxes of ammunition scattered across the floor and shelves in a quasi-organized-yet-batshit-crazy arrangement, it wouldn't be very hard to deduct this was where the resident jackass spent his nights. As to why he would choose a rickety chair and a matted blanket over a chewed up mattress in a cabin known for its colonies of bedbugs- Oh wait, that might be a part of it.

This morning, he was leaning against the railing that he had to replace so many times over the past few years; Steel now, as the termites around here had a vendetta against the camp it seemed. How long had he been up? Who knows? Had he ever gone to sleep? Also who knows? All he knew for now was that he cherished the few moments of quiet that he was granted at this Camp. Hopefully the others would take their time this morning, and not be loud, and obnox-​

"GOOooooooOOOOOOD MORning, CAMP WINIFREEED! Lemme hear you SHOUT if you are PUMPED for a relaxing nature walk with And-ragon Man, li'l Mun-goom-buddy, and your ol' paaaaaal Rickles!"

Well, the cigarette that HAD been fresh in his mouth had been spent after a single inhale as his eye twitched at the grating sound of Smalls below. Without so much as a consideration of anyone watching, he had drawn his rifle off of his shoulder, aimed directly at the side of the man's head. It remained trained on its target for a good ten seconds before the hand under the barrel slowly moved on the top, moving the rifle from his range. He muttered something about 'Not JUST yet' and 'It needs to look like an accident' as the rifle was returned over his shoulder and onto his back.

Begrudgingly, he would leave his perch, making his way towards the gathering crowd in case his input was needed for anything against someone's will.

A great pastime.​

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Evan
interaction: @boys cabin poeple? B Bag o Fruit​

unlike most of the campers, Evan actually managed a decent nights sleep his somewhat odd physiology had big part to play instead of using the rat-infested matter Evan opted to just hang upside down somewhat like a bat, if your idea of a bat was a demony looking but conveniently attractive male. Even if he did have a bad sleep Evan never ended up looking bad. Hanging there his wings wrapped around his body, the early morning sun waking him up stretching with a yawn he’d drop down from his perch, the first thing being immediately apparent this time around was the fact Evan wasn’t wearing a shirt, while his normal attire wasn’t exactly the most modest, now that his torso was on full display so to speak the somewhat thin but muscular features of Evans body were far more apparent with no fabric obscuring it, probably one of the main reason why he‘d ended up fired from his previous job, Evan could help it he just naturally look absolutely fabulous, wasn’t his fault parents got all uncomfortable about it. Speaking of uncomfortable Evan stepped out into the rest of the boy's cabin smacking a hand against the wall to get the attention of anyone still asleep. “OK RISE AND SHINE CAMPER WE GOT A FULL DAY AHEAD SO HOPE YOU MANAGED TO GET SOME SLEEP” Evan yelled out so as to wake up anyone still asleep. “If your not all out in a few minutes I will personally make sure your out, portals so Much fun don’t you think?” He’d give a cocky smile wings flaring out in an extravagant sort of way. Any comments made about the lack of a shirt of Evans part where entirely ignored by the demon-like male.
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after a few minutes, Evan would head outside as well any boys not ready by then had a portal open under them literally throwing them outside. Casually sliding up beside Ricky he smirked a little seeing his attire being entirely inappropriate for the weather, not that Evans was much better all things considered. “Hey Ricky don’t you think your a lil overdressed for today I mean come on, raincoat really?” Evan commented lightheartedly.

Alron
interaction: B Bag o Fruit Xafin​

Alron body had turned into a sludgy mass as he slept this had the unfortunate effect of attracting whatever mice or insects infested his mattress to see if alron was something edible, resulting in them getting trapped and slowly dissolved into alron, it actually tasted better then the food they were served so that was always a plus. The yelling and banging woke Alron up groggily rising up and began to take the usual shape he’d use winter clothing scare and all forming. He’d end up staring at Evan for a while have confused half, half finding it funny, that guy really had no care about the fact he was working with kids did he? It left Alron to wonder why that Evan fellow wasn’t banned form being around kids. With that thought out of the way he’d head the advice given walking out into the morning light only to spot that old man form yesterday in a raincoat making alron grin in amusement. Immediately he’d mimic the sounds of a thunderstorm just to see how people would react mimicking stuff would never ever get old.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Blair Silva

Location - Girl's Cabin
Interactions - Girls in the Girl's Cabin
Current Form -

Spoiler: Possum Form

Mentions -

Another shit morning accompanied by entirely too much sunlight. It was for that exact reason that she had turned into an opossum since they were well known for sleeping for an ungodly amount of time. Plus the smaller form made her bed feel a lot bigger than the less than extravagant mess it was. Her small legs stretched out in front of her until she felt a horrific pop that meant her body had gotten as good as it could possibly get. Blair was pretty much only grateful for the kinda separate living quarters from her prisoners-kids. This definitely isn't some kind of camp to hold dangerous individuals so they don't ruin society. nope.

Blair barreled her fluffy ass into the pretty quiet girl's cabin and scrambled onto the closest bed. She took in the deepest breath that she could physically hold and let out a screech that was a mix of a child being murdered and a wounded animal calling out for help. ''GET UP GIRLIES ITS TIME TO START THEE DAY.'' Blair waddled to the pillow of the bed she was on and tapped her weird little possum hands on the face of the girl beneath her as a wake up call.