Realistic or Modern Crossing Fields

[Iallcsz]

The Roleplay Has Started!


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8:00AM At Colonial High

The warm, humid, and harsh summer heat stuffed the empty halls and lockers of the Colonial High. Students of Colonial High had already left the school for their summer break, some staying home or others traveling. With the expection of the applicants of the Refugee of Eleven. Although there were cleary more than just eleven students partipating in the program. The students were waiting for the bus inside of one the classrooms ,with one of the teachers watching them.





A tall man stretched his arms into the air yawning loudly in front of the students. The man sat down on the chair throwing his gradebooks and duffel onto the small wodden table. The man stood in front of the students who finished placing their bags against the wall and then sit down. He took a deep yawn before talking " Good morning. I hope that's everyone in here. My name is Mr.Kelly, But just call me Mr.K. " he said lifelessly. Mr.Kelly took attendance seeing that everyone has arrived. " Anyways the bus should be here in twenty-thirtyish minutes. You can socialize, text, or whatever crap you guys do now. " he said. Mr.Kelly sat down on his chair and read a magazine, before doozing off in a nap with his magazine still on his legs.


The students were now left alone along with their new classmates. They hardly knew each other since they were from a range of different age groups and classes. Mr.Kelly started to snore loudly as he was completely knocked out, while the heat built up in the room.




Leah Scarlett





Leah stayed quiet lugging her possession with her in a large suitcase. Leah had packed all of her winter clothes, some light dresses, a couple of albums, and twenty books in the suitcase, along with a romantic novel she was carrying with her. Leah put the bag down and walked to the back desk as the rest off the students followed suit. She looked the teacher who was obviously exhausted since it was an early time to start. The trip would last about ten hours although. Leah took out the romantic novel with a bookmark sticking out of the pages, the author was "Auria Kaname" . Leah had recently picked up the series since the books were fairly cheap on the bookstores. She enjoyed reading the novel, as the author seemed competent at setting up characters and developing them. Which is more rare than one thinks.


Leah continued reading ignoring the chats between her fellow classmates. She dressed in a skirt, wearing a grey trenchcoat along with her headphones. Leah put on her headphones and listened to some music trying to eliminate anything else she could hear. Leah's eyes were guled to the book passing through chapter and chapter until she reached half-way into the book. Leah pulled back eyes and looked around careful not to get any attention from the other students. One of the students seemed to stand out as Leah looked at their crimson hair. Leah figured out that the person was a girl judging from their earrings. Something about the person seemed to be different from the others, besides the strange hair color. Leah figured that it was enough sight-seeing for now. She put her novel back into the bag and lad her head down onto the desk. Taking a deep breathe she paitently waited for the bus to arrive.









OCC: Anyone who is unbolded must complete their CS before proceeding to IC

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@Shadow Naoto @The One Eyed Bandit @theunderwolf @WaywardSon @Dreaming @Tempesta [B]@staticlullaby[/B] [B]@kira blackthorn[/B] [B]@The Servant[/B] [B]@Stew[/B] @JadeWuvsCookies @Narwhal@BlackJack

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[Tempesta]

Riley Burk

Riley nodded courtly at the teacher finished speaking, a bright smile plastered on his face due to the excitement. The teenage boy could not wait to go to camp, partake in all the activities, and bask in the sun with new friends. It was probably the main reason he was looking forward to, sure going to a summer camp with loads of activities seemed fun, but for Riley, meeting new people to swim or explore around with was an amazing thought. Adjusting the strap of his duffel bag which clung over his shoulder, Riley shuffled along with the rest of the students to the back of the classroom to find a seat. He hadn't packed much besides clothing, only two other books and a writing notebook since he planned to be outdoors in the sunlight for most of the day. He was not familiar with the camp, but he hoped that he would be allowed to go hiking and explore some parts of the mountain or the other side of the lake.

Once Riley had settled himself into a desk, his blue gazed wondered the classroom, taking in the sights of the fellow students that would be his fellow campers for the next few weeks. Lightly tapping against the wooden desk with his finger tips, he wondered which person he should approach and befriend first. Riley needed a bus buddy, the trip was over ten hours long, and he wanted a good person to talk to on the ride their. Who knew, the person he could sit with could become his best friend throughout the camp! Riley began to scout even further wanting to pick out the right person to walk up to and introduce himself. Of course, he wanted to be basically friends with everyone, but first things first he needed a bus buddy. Riley stroked his chin, there was so many interesting looking people in the class making it hard to decide. He would have to go out on a limb, and pick a random person.​

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ellis Reeve

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Boring.


Boring, boring, boring.


This was seriously boring.


Why had they had everyone show up so early just so they could sit around and wait for the bus? Honestly, she could have still be in bed right now if she knew that this was going to be the case. But, instead, here she was, lobbied up with a bunch of people she'd never talked to before, with nothing to do. She supposed she could just bust out her notebook and write something or another for a while, but that kind of thing usually attracted attention, and she wasn't exactly in the mood to chat with anyone who got a bit too curious.


Throughout the room, an audible groan could be heard from Ellis's direction.


Making her way to the back of the class, she took a seat atop a random chair, electing to, rather literally, sit out the wait. The attempt didn't last long. After only a few minutes her eyes found themselves wandering around the room, getting a better look at the people she'd have to deal with for the rest of the summer. As one would expect, she didn't know anyone within the small crowd of people. She recognized one or two of them, either from reputation alone, or her having been unfortunate enough into being forced in a situation where she'd had to speak with them at some point or another. But, as for somebody she could chat with to pass the time, there was no-luck.


Not that she minded, she was already pretty used to spending time on her own anyway.


But that didn't make her any less bored.


"Ah... Whatever..." She mumbled, reaching into the smaller of her bags and withdrawing a notepad and pen, continuing her work on a short story she'd begun he night before, her desire to banish her boredom outweighing her earlier desire not to speak with anyone.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Yawning Taylor rested his hand in his left palm looking at the clock in boredom. When are they leaving? If he had known it would take so much time he would have stayed home and finished his painting. The buzz of his phone startled him making him wince. Sitting up straight he took out his phone and checked his messages. Finding the new one he felt a smile involuntarly twitch itself upon his face.


Papa:


Hey , comment ça le voyage jusqu'à peindre.


Excited to hear from his father he texted back.


Paint:


Bus n'a pas venu pourtant . Maison France ?


The reply was instantaneous.


Papa:


Pour mauvaise bourgeon . La France est encore une beauté . Parlant de la France, je dois y aller . Je ai eu un entretien avec le Premier ministre , donc je dois y aller. Bye peindre.


Taylor pouted in disappointment as he texted back. He missed his dad.


Paint:


Bye papa.


Putting his phone away Taylor went back to looking at the clock. Tick tick took boredom ran up the clock.

 

[staticlullaby]

At five feet tall, it isn't hard to be dwarfed by even the tiniest of objects; when you bring a total of four bags -- each seemingly too heavy for a midget -- your overall look is almost laughable. Still, when Elsi entered the classroom aer face was quite serious, if a bit irritated. A canvas pack hung precariously from each shoulder, seemingly stuffed to the brim, and another followed with a bounce -- each jump of the third bag nearly wretching it from aer fingers. Perhaps being an unorganized person worked against Elsi in this situation. Aer bags were filled with what ae considered to be necessities -- works of literature, electronics, a small toolkit, trinkets, and clothing -- but most would deem to be bothersome and borderline worthless. Hanging from aer neck was a knotted leather strap that was attached to yet another canvas bag; this bag would appear to be a small pouch that held a tablet computer and three stylus pens. Aer free hand hit against aer leg, making an awkward ' scratch ' when the metal of aer bracelets ran against aer lace tights.


Elsi's mouth seemed to utter a series of curse words -- none of which were in English -- though no sound was heard. Instead, the closest thing to words that ae uttered was the random signing of aer free hand.


Aer luggage was quickly dropped off in the corner of the room. One bag rolled awkwardly into a metal shelf, causing a large clang and the falling of a few textbooks. The clutter ae caused was ignored -- if only by aer -- and ae kicked the books out of the way, stumbling to a nearby desk. With seconds, a tablet was out and ae was furiously typing.

 

[Servant]

(Sorry for the short answer, I hate using my cellphone to write a post...)


"Hmm? Did someone say something?..." Felix slowly looked up from his desk, but upon only seeing the sleeping teacher he shrugged before looking back down.

Felix sat on the back of the classroom, his desk being located on the far left and by the window. He seemed to be in a deep sort of trance as he never looked away from an object in his hand. It was a pink piece of paper and Felix seemed to be folding it. He was practicing his origami. Laying next to him was his luggage, a large red and yellow bag that at the moment seemed to be partially unzipped. Suddenly one of Felix's hands stopped working on the piece of paper and directly shot towards the opened bag. After a couple of seconds of blindly searching Felix pulled out a chocolate cereal bar, but instead of using both of his hands to unwrap the treat Felix cleanly ripped of the bar's wrapping using nothing but his teeth. After disposing the wrapping back into his bag and placing the bar inside his mouth Felix kept working while he chewed up snack.

"...It's crooked..." Felix whispered to himself as he stared at his finished paper crane.

He wasn't lying. It would seem like all of the student's chatting worked as a distraction and made Felix unawarely crook the right wing. He let out a soft sigh before setting down the origami crane near the desk's edge. Felix quickly searched through his pockets before pulling out a pack of mint flavored gum. He swallowed the remains of the cereal bar before placing the gum inside his mouth. As Felix began to chew his new delicious victim he began staring out the window, wondering when would the bus arrive.​

 

[BlackJack]

DEE JAY




Dj came in awfully late, his alarm never went off and really he was not looking forward to this. Not that he did not like the concept of it, it was that he sucked at talking to people. And they probably would not like him anyway. Dj wandered around the school for a while, worries clouding his mind. He debated going in or not and decided it was better to do this. I mean he did not need to make friends, he could just do fun things and that was it...you know, alone. Dj walked into the school heading up to the room just as the teacher began to speak. He went to the back, sneaking with his stuff still on him. He made it to the very back as the teacher finished and he sighed, A whole 30 mins. This would be torturous, what if some of the kids there were in the Illuminati, and they were watching him.


Dee Jay took out his phone and began to play some games still hanging out in the back. He did not remove his eyes from the device because there was no point to. Conversations were boring and would just cause problems, he just wanted to play games and then go have fun. Whether it be alone did not matter, that was for the future to decide. Unless the aliens came, then the future would be ruined. Dee Jay did twitch flinging his head upwards to look around but went back in to his game because he clearly was deep in gaming. And his brain was going off on tangents and probably looked like the internet. This was the only way to suppress his OCD thoughts, to just randomly think of everything and try to be scatterbrained.


Dee Jay looked over to the window getting really nervous, where was the bus. Was it stolen by the NSA, WAS HE GONNA BE ARRESTED. He knew to much, they were gonna kill him now, OH GOD. He has to escape, through the window, but how would he break the window. He could throw a chair but they were too high. What was his probability to break his legs, and was it worth it. Because then he would be still here and still die and be in pain. He could take hostages, but the NSA probably did not care. Maybe he could hide in the closet, they were probably dumb. YES, perfect plan....But what if he was overreacting. Dj was twitching and acting very odd as he played his game, but then again he was Dj.
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[theunderwolf]

The plane didn't land until the middle of the bloody night to Gwen's infinite annoyance. She had long since run out of things to do and was practically clawing at her seat in boredom. And folding all of the catalogs into a working peanut catapult. And teaching a stewardess how a proper matitini was mixed. "Hers was frankly embarrassing,"She mused as she fast walked into the airport, the first one off the plane despite being seated at the back. " I mean being a stewardess. A professional mind you. ENTRUSTED. With mixing drinks on a transatlantic flight and she can't even make a proper martini. If this is what this country is going to be like I'm going to be out of here very soon. I mean hell, these are the basics. THE BASICS." She muttered angrily through the terminal and the baggage claim. From there she boarded a bus that took her to Colonial ("Well that names not overly American or anything") high school as dawn broke. She was shuffled into a classroom with a few other international campers who had the misfortune of a late flight and no hotel, and was told to wait until the bus got there. She sighed. Put down her heavy, metal filled luggage and collapsed into one of the desks, falling asleep before her head touched the wood.

At 8 a.m her eyes flichered open at the teachers instructions then closed again. She wasn't going to let little things like a bus ride interrupt her sleep.​

 

[amended]

Tap, tap, tap.

Finnik taps away on his laptop as he goes over special effect on his newest video. Maybe blur would do the scene better, no, no, no, posterize should do it, Finnik thinks as he adds the effect to the scene with a slight layer of noise to make a rather nice looking distorted effect. Finnik glances up at the teacher as he explained some instructions, "As if I care." Finnik mutters before saving his newly made video and exporting it to make it into a .avi file to upload to Youtube. Finnik closes the computer and glances around the room, he takes mental notes about the people in the room.


Mental Note 1: Try to avoid any conversation with anyone.


Alright, well maybe some of them, they aren't all that bad, I suppose.





After finishing his mental note, he puts the computer in a travel bag and zips it up, before returning it to its spot next to his other bags, one of which had a comically large amount of souvenir stickers, as seen in a variety of movies. Finnik has decided to dress in a simple white t-shirt coupled with a flannel under a field jacket with some cargo pants and a pair of combat boots, he was ready to be out in the thick of it, and by thick of it, I mean the thick, humid air of his cabin. Finnik makes sure he has all of his belongings as he waits in his window seat for the bus to arrive and pondering what his next video will be like.
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[Iallcsz]

8:30AM




Mr.Kelly's phone starting to ring loudly, alerting the man. He jumped off his chair but managed not to land on the floor. " Huh, what time is it...? " Mr.Kelly checked his phone and saw a text from another teacher, Ms.Kara. He quickly took his bag and rallied the students. " Come on, get off your rear and go to the bus. " He said while quickly dashing towards the hall. His keys rattled while went down the hall, before he remembered that he left the students. He frantically ran back to the students, panting under his breathe. Mr.Kelly reached into his pocket and gave the students their IDs. " Make sure you keep this. You need them to go on the bus, and participate within the clubs. " Mr.Kelly took another breathe weezing heavily, he then stood up. " Let's just go. " he lead the students into the bus. As Ms. Kara stood beside him. Ms. Kara had long black hair, wearing a pair of thin black glasses. She was dressed in a shirt, and long skirt holding a book in her hands. " Welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay at this camp. You've earned it. " Ms.Kara said. She went into the bus while hitting Mr.Kelly's head. He ignored and went on the bus leaving the students to stay.





The inside of the bus was air conditioned while several rows of chairs filled it. The chairs were reclinable and had a cup rest next to it a water bottle occupied it. They were well-kept appearing that no one has ever used them. Below the chairs were several magazines and above it screens were placed between every six chairs. Finally there was a small table holding the student's meal. The students had selected their meal on the application sheet. At the very back there were two restrooms. Mr.Kelly sat in front already lying down, snoring loudly. While Ms. Kara sat parallel to him drinking some water. When the students sat down the bus began to move going into the road and towards the summer camp.






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[BlackJack]

DEE JAY




Dj noticed the teacher come in and flung out of his seat about to dive head first into the closet. But it was just a teacher,but he was still standing because it was time to go and he was ready to go now. Dj followed the teachers being one of the first on the bus. He then proceeded to makes his way all the way to the back. Dj almost instantly set his food aside and pulled out some cards, clearly from a game. And began to do some stuff with them not expecting anyone to be sitting with him. He just kinda ignored the fact. Once Dj was done building his deck he quickly put it away and ate as people got on. His OCD made it hard to eat around people, so he just did it fast before they got on then set it aside looking at his cool journal based off a TV show, so was his hat.


Dj began to write down in it. 'Sorry mom and dad, I have to put you on hold for a bit. I'm actually going to camp today and it is quite nice already, I know no one as usual....No one tends to talk to a freak like me. I feel like if you were still here you would be ashamed. But besides the fact, I need some time off, Ive been piecing together the facts. But nothing is coming. I feel like this is leading to a dead end, but then again, I'm just a kid. But one day I will be a forensic scientist..for you guys. Note to self as well, in the future it is probably weird to be writing in a book on a bus. Also I should probably stop writing to dead people. Yeah I'm weird already. But this will be fun....probably..." Dj finishes the book full of pictures and drawings, looked like a kids diary but then again. He was young when he bought the thing and he really loved the show it was based on. Conspiracies were life man. Dj was sitting there sticking a photo of him hugging his only family before leaving for the trip today. He was staring at it for a while dazed off in his own world unaware of the people getting on the bus. Or any Illuminati members trying to sit next to him....because they would only do that. >.>
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[Tempesta]

Riley Burk

Upon hearing the teacher inform them that their bus had arrived, Riley leaped out of his chair in excitement. Finally they would be on their way to camp! Reaching down, he grabbed his duffel bag and slung it over his folder before making his way to the front of the room. Riley happily took the ID and stuffed it into his pocket for now while he followed them outside where the bus was waiting for them. He could almost smell the lakeside air, only ten more hours and he could be in paradise. Then it hit him, Riley didn't have a bus buddy yet! The peppy teenage boy glanced around like a deer in the headlights, looking at his fellow campers unsure of which to ask.

Humming to himself, Riley decided that he would sit in the back, that's were typically all the loud and lively people sat. The best place for socializing. Stepping into the bus, he made his way to the back, plopping down in an empty sit. Riley couldn't help but smile brightly, excited about finally going camp. He eyed the campers from the window as they got in, hoping someone would sit with him and he have someone to talk to.​

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ellis Reeve

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'...walking down the dreary corridor, an unexpected smell entered their nostrils. An overpowering scent of-'


The sound of rushed footsteps. The teacher speaking. An interruption.


How bothersome.


Regardless of the fact that she'd only been writing to pass the time, it was, indeed, bothersome, that whoever was driving their bus around had decided to arrive just as she was getting to the climax of the story...


Whatever, she could continue on the bus anyway. Rising from her seat, she bought the notebook shut with a loud snap, collecting up her bags as she took her ID from the idiot of a teacher who had initially run off without either giving them to them, or making sure everyone was following him. Really, since when did they let people like that become teachers? Whatever. The staff at the Refugee of Eleven was sure to be less idiotic than this fellow, then again, that didn't really matter if she didn't pay attention like she usually would, did it?


That wasn't going to stop her from criticizing them though.


Wrapped up in her own thoughts, specifically those pertaining to the number of flaws she could find in Mr. Kelly's character, she soon found herself having made the short trip from the class to the bus. Making her way up it's metal steps she looked over the seats, her eyes darting around until she caught a glimpse of the meal she'd chosen for the trip. After a few moments she caught sight of it near the back, paced at a seat in front of a brown haired boy, who seemed far too excited about the extensive trip that lay ahead of them. A quiet sigh escaping her lungs, she made her way over to the seat, sliding into it without so much of a 'Whats up' to the guy she'd be stuck in front of for who knows how long.


This could get annoying, he looked like the talkative type.


Well, she supposed if he really got on her nerves she could just move...


Ignoring the potential issue for now she pushed aside her meal, which consisted of several types of sushi and a platter of biscuits, making room for her notebook. Quickly fishing it back out of her bag, she bought it down onto the table, picking back up where she'd left off.


Mentioned: @Tempesta

 

[staticlullaby]

' -- the phonetic files -- ' Aer typing paused, and aer tablet was closed with an echoing ' ring ' and a high-pitched ' chirp '.


Elsi was known to have mix-feelings about being a technical mute -- in the best case scenario, ae was considered to be slow -- and in the times ae felt low in spirits, ae would focus on aiding aer fellows. Aer wish to help was never quite noble -- in many ways, ae simply wished to evade second-hand embarrassment. Of course, acceptance into this program helped little in that department, as ae seemed to be one of the few who seemed to have some struggle in blending in on a societal level -- that is, if you were to ignore that many of the other acceptees appeared to be quite . . . Awkward. In a collection of the brightest, that was to be expected. Regardless, Elsi only picked up on one other teenager who seemed outwardly different on a non-personality level; he seemed positively paranoid. Quite, quite similar to aer mother. Quite, quite similar . . .


Elsi shuddered, aer attempt to quite literally shake aerself from this mindest had turned into vague shiverings. It wasn't wise to delve into aer thoughts when time was of the essence; ae didn't wish to be left behind! Aer shiverings ended abruptly, and ae focused on the classroom. Teenagers were packing up their passtimes, and grabbing their bags. The teacher had left the room, seemingly forgetting his charges.


No -- He had forgotten his charges, but he quickly returned. Blasted -- Educators are blasted idiots -- The next minute-or-so was spent handing out IDs -- And now, the teacher left the room, followed by his charges. Unintelligent, chaotic, sub-par -- The American Education System was . . . Once again, Elsi shuddered; ae redirected aer thoughts to the present. Ae collected aer ID, and slid it between the keyboard and screen of aer tablet. The pouch ties were fastened, and ae collected aer bags. Now -- No, now -- It was time to exit the classroom and -- Ae -- Ae had to find a seat -- Aer seat. Shudder and repeat. No, Elsi refused to sit where aer meal appeared to be. It was near the blasted, idiotic, sub-par, chaotic -- The educator and educators.


Elsi passed the seat, attempting to hide contempt for the educators, and caught up aer plate in aer one free hand; Elsi made aer way to the back of the bus -- it was as far away from the teachers as it could be. One of the unclaimed meals was slide to the side, replaced by aer own. The former marker was moved a seat ahead.

 

[Servant]

♨ Felix Hamza ♨

It wasn't until Felix saw through the corner of his eyes the rest of the students standing up that he realized the buses had arrived and it was time to go. Very slowly he incorporated himself and quietly grabbed his luggage and ID before thanking the teacher with nothing but a simple gentle nod. As Felix made his way through the maze of halls that was the school he looked down at his picture in the newly acquired ID. He remembered that in order to get the image taken properly Felix had to crouch down so that he was at the same level as the camera. Felix had somehow managed to exit the building without running into anyone while still staring at the ID, lost in thoughts, but that was about to change. As Felix began to climb up the bus's stairs he didn't notice how small, at least when compared to himself, the bus door was set and ended up bumping his head onto the top of it pretty hard.

"...............Ouch." Felix uttered with an emotionless tone as he rubbed the small bruise.

The combination of the impact and the surprise had almost made Felix drop his ID, so in order to avoid any problems in the future he tucked the plastic card into his pocket. Still rubbing the small wound Felix crouched over and entered the bus. At least inside the bus he could stand up, although the ceiling was pretty close to his head when he was in that position. Felix didn't need to be directed to his seat nor did he have to see the food to know where it was, he could just smell it. The aromas of his awaiting food lead Felix to the middle row of seats. Nobody seemed to be sitting at the moment. Located by the window lay a pizza, but not just any pizza. It was a family sized pizza with normal cheese, Feta cheese, Parmesan cheese, Provolone Cheese, anchovies, bacon crumble, New York styled pepperoni, ham, green and black olives, garlic, Hot Banana peppers, Jalapeno peppers and tomato sauce. And to pour it all down was a glass filled with a total of 575 ml of grape soda. Oh, and a mint. After seeing the beauty that awaited him Felix immediately forgot about the bruise. Even if he was missing an arm Felix would still probably sit down and eat like if nothing was wrong.

"This might turn out to be a fun trip after all..." Felix whispered as he sat down and began eating his monstrous meal.

By the time Felix was dine with the first slice he saw how a figure approached his spot, took the meal that was laying next to Felix and placed it on the seat ahead of them. As the whole scene unfolded in front of his eyes Felix didn't seem to do nothing to stop the student. He couldn't tell if the student was either male or female, but that really didn't matter, at least not to Felix. He instead just calmly finished the second slice, cleaned his mouth with a napkin and looked up at the student.

"I don't think you are allowed or supposed to do that" Felix said with a rather serious tone as he setted his eyes on the student's face. "Is there a reason for you to do this?"
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[kira blackthorn]

Taylor was among the first students up and out of the room.only stopping to get his ID. He was excited to finally be going and wondered what the camp was like. He had heard it was advanced and full of things to do. He hoped what he heard was true. Otherwise he would be very bored. Stepping onto the bus he took a moment to appraise the inside before Taking his seat. It was in the back and by it stood his meal. Which consisted of a large stack of plain chocolate chip waffles, a two leter of root beer and a small bowl of candy. Grinning widely he reclined his chair and dug right in. If the bus was this nice imagine the camp.

 

[theunderwolf]

Gwyn took the ID and stuck it in the one place she knew she'd never lose it, her tool belt. Top pocket No. 17. It had washers in it. "I wondered where those were." She muttered, "I've been looking for these for ages. They were supposed to be on my left side. This just ruins everything don't it" She fell in with the others talking rapidly and adjusting the belt. She stepped on and dove to the food table. She happily picked up her plate of berry scones and coffee the approximate heat and energy content of sun. She took it black, because she loved the bitter taste next to the sweet scones. She took a bite on the way to her seat. She groaned in pleasure. It wasn't one of those coffee shop scones that tasted like glaze and and plastic. It was amazing. She smiled as she sat down in an empty row and took out her tool belt, laying it carefully on the bus's tray table and began to take everything out of it. It was a monumental task and she hoped it would keep her busy as she ate her scones and drank her massive coffee.

 

[amended]

Finnik was glad that the bus arrived, he grabs his bags and, in a rather contradicting manner to his enthusiasm, drearily walks out towards the bus. He makes sure to keep his computer bag close to him as he practically drags his feet down the hallway and towards his new, temporary home. Once outside, Finnik boards the bus and glances down the aisle at all of the students on the bus, you could swear that he had just failed finals by the face he had on, glum, uninspired, and ultimately depressed. But inside of his mind, he was having just a grand ol' time, the anticipation was grand and made him yearn to make a video on the way there.

Finnik slowly steps through the bus, looking for a place to sit until coming upon a spot more towards the back of the bus, no one was already sitting there, no one was sitting across from him, it was the perfect spot, not to mention it had his meal on the tray. Finnik sits down and opens up the small box, the box releases a small, barely noticeable amount of steam before revealing several crab legs and some soggy french fries. Damnit! Why did they have to put it all in one container?! Finnik curses in his head, but he honestly didn't care, he was about to head to the camp of his dreams and he wouldn't let anything or anyone get him down.

Finnik begins to eat the crab legs before stopping and pulling out his camera. It was an average-sized and 2000's-ish, but it had great video quality and was Finnik's main camera. He proceeds to make sure all of the footage from his last video is deleted from it so he can have tons of space on it for all of the filming he'll be doing at the camp.​

 

[Iallcsz]

Leah Scarlett




Leah looked and saw Mr.Kelly panicking when his phone rang out, the man seemed stressed out already. Leah stood up and slowly walked towards the door trying to avoid any trouble from the students. She opened her bag and took out a novel, while carrying the rest of her things with her other hand. She noticed that the teacher's bags had been missing. The other students had also noticed, and stayed in place. Leah sat in a corner and continued reading her book. After the teacher arrived, Leah received her ID. It was a picture of Leah dressed in a trenchcoat. She sighed and placed in her pocket, Leah went out to the bus expecting a long trip.





Leah walked out feeling the heat of summer, she felts toasted underneath all of her clothing and scarf. She moved quickly wanting to get into the bus to cool off. Leah saw that a couple of students were ahead of her she waited frantically. It seemed like the heat got worse and worse for Leah. She looked over to see who was next to her. She saw a frail looking boy carrying a computer case, Leah wondered what he did with the computer but she felt too nervous. As Leah finally reached the bus she walked down the path looking for her table. As she moved the bags felt heavier and heavier until her grip on her book was weak. Leah's book landed into the lobster claws and frenches of the boy he saw before. Leah felt embrassed, " Sorry! These bags are really heavy. " she said reflexively trying to deflect his attnetion.
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[staticlullaby]

Elsi did not have a chance to sit down; a teenager -- perhaps a fellow -- had noticed aer trading of spots. They -- he? -- seemed in no true hurry to correct aer. He had taken the time to finish his quite indulgent meal, and made sure to use a napkin. Interesting, interesting.


Elsi shook aer head briefly, setting down aer bags in front of aer new claimed seat. Ae seemed almost puzzled, and quite conflicted. After all, communication may not be possible if the boy did not understand sign. Regardless, after a few anxious motions, Elsi signed in a formal manner:


"I am not sure; I do not truly care. I do not wish to sit within close proximity to a teacher."


Elsi repeated aerself, before continuing aer message.


"It does not matter if it is not allowed, as long as no one reports it."


A smirk had formed upon aer face, almost as if ae was daring him to say something publically. Elsi's signing had ended, and ae now made awkward hand motions -- they were not signs, just a default action for a person with a busy mind, and nothing to do -- as ae waited for a reply.

 

[amended]

Finnik jumps at the book flying into his meal, it actually scared him even though he saw the girl coming down the aisle, "OooooH, no, NO!" Finnik tries to reassure her but he ends up awkwardly raising his voice, "I-I mean, it'ssss FIne." Finnik tries to recover but fails again. He starts to blush intensely, his mind suddenly draws a blank. He suddenly comes up with something, "I-It's fine, the fries were soggy anyways." Finnik cracks an awkward smile to try and lighten the mood. He then gets her book and hands it back to her, the condensation that collected at the bottom of the container had dampened the bottom of the book slightly. "Yeah, sooorry about that." Finnik says as his awkward smile turns to a discomforted frown of some sort.

@Iallcsz
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[Iallcsz]

Leah felt even worse looking at the mess that she caused for the boy. She took one of the napkins from the table and wiped the smashed fries and crab legs from the corner of the book. She sighed seeing that the smell had gotten into the book. Leah looked at Finnik, and wondered why he was apologizing. " Why are you so uneasy? Sorry, for messing up your meal. " Leah said calmly. She reached into her pocket and took out some money placing it on his table. " Is that enough to cover it? Um, can you share your name to me? I'm Leah." she said softly towards him. Leah placed all of the untensils back into its place. She still felt guilty about messing up the boy's meal putting her hands into the pockets of her trenchcoat.



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@Stew

 

[Servant]

(Again, sorry for the short post. On my phone right now)





"Ah yes, sign language. It's been a while since the last time I saw that..." Felix thought as he stared at the student who was trying to communicate via that technique.

Surprisingly enough, Felix knew how to interpret the peculiar language. This was due to his parents forcing him to learn it so that Felix could understand what his mute grandfather was trying to tell him. Felix was always entertained with the stories his grandfather told him, so in a way he actually wanted to thank his parents for teaching him the language. But sadly a year ago he passed away due to his old age. Ever since his grandfather's death Felix's interpretation of the sign language had turned very rusty, but he still managed to understand what the mute student had to say. As the student stopped communicating and quietly stood in front of him Felix turned his attention towards his beverage. Very gently he placed the glass in his lips and began drinking its content. He seemed to have forgotten about the student. After a full minute of drinking Felix setted down his drink and looked back at the student.

"Do whatever you want. I can assure you that the teachers won't hear a word from me, but don't try to drag me into trouble if you get caught." Felix said before extending his hand for a formal handshake "By the way, my name is Felix, Felix Hamza." @staticlullaby
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[Tempesta]

Riley Burk

Riley settled back into his seat, fishing into his bag for his meal. Happily, the blue eyed teenager pulled out a few containers that held his lunch. In all honestly the boy was starved, he had been so excited about the whole trip that he hadn't eaten breakfast. Humming softly to himself, Riley open the container which held a mixture of berries, his favorite type of fruits. Slowly he popped a few into his mouth before opening the main container. With much hunger, the teen took a large bite of his chicken wrap as he continued looking out the window. They were still loading the luggage and there was still several students who hadn't been seated yet.

He turned his attention to the fellow campers that were on the bus, most at settled on the back as well. But no one had asked to sit with him! Why was this! Riley needed a bus buddy, it was a Ren hour drive, and he did not want to spend it alone. He rather be talkijg to someone. In between chews, he noticed that someone was sitting right in front of him. Perfect someone to talk too, maybe she will come back and sit with him for the entirety of the drive.

"Hello!" Riley exclaimed after swallowing his food, seating up to poke his head above the chair to glance down at Elliss. She seemed nice enough to talk to, this could be the first friend he made while he was at camp. "I'm Riley. What's your name?" He asked simply flashing her a bright smile. "Are you as excited as I am for camp? Because I'm extremely excited, though the drive is a bit long? Speaking of the long drive, seeing that you don't have a partner, want to be my bus buddy?" He asked further still beaming.​

 

[staticlullaby]

Elsi inwardly gave a sigh of relief; the student -- ae had determined that he could not be considered a fellow without further interaction -- had at least a basic understanding of sign language, even with aer awkward attempts to transition from the British variant to American. Of course, ae was quite aware that ae could pull out aer tablet and communicate via voice -- It wouldn't be aer own voice! Obviously, obviously. It would be the voice of aer twin sister; if Analisse had any true purpose, it was to function as aer vocal chords and phonetic library.


Elsi shook aer head, realizing ae had gone off on a rant, and attempted to hide the full shiver the motion often became. Still, aer spacing out seemed to go unnoticed; he had spent a good minute sipping from his drink. No reply was to be expected.


Aer point, though -- What was it again? Perhaps -- Oh yes, yes. Elsi was quite aware that ae could use a voice-to-speech communicator but that would be bothersome if ae did not have a true conversation with the student. Sign language, as long as he had the ability to understand it, would be just fine. Fine, fine.


Aer hands jumbled for a few seconds, before ae started to sign, "If it was not a problem, why did you correct me?" The keyword, however, was started. Within a few seconds, Elsi's relief had quickly transformed into a sort of annoyance; it was not aimed at his reply, but his insistence on formalities. Of course, the reply was not the most pleasing to here. It seemed almost -- Well, ae had forgotten the word . . . Elsi gave a physical shrug. The word was not important; his insistence on formalities was what had aer attention. Of course, aer greatest annoyance was the assistance on a handshake. Yes, it could be possible -- No, ae would not put forth the same amount of effort. Instead, ae repeated aer original attempt at sign, and turned to leave.


. . .


Before remembering that ae was required to be at least somewhat approachable, at least by societal guidelines. Elsi turned on aer heels, somewhat determined to be polite. Ae shook his hand, immaturely -- and quite literally -- biting aer tongue to display some amount of annoyance, and signed. "Elsi." There was a pause in aer signing. "Elsibeth-Ana O'Braonáin"


@The Servant