forum Welcome to Camp Balsam! // 5 or 6 // summer camp rp // closed

Started May 08, 2020 by @croccin-champagne

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there she is!!!
lemme add you to the order list babe

just a small bump to see if @vibe and @Moxie are still interested, and if they are, where there characters are on the creation scale currently. no rush!

Name: Milo Clemonte

Age(13-18): 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality(and if open to shipping. remember kids, ask first): Pansexual, open to shipping

Role At Camp: Haze Kid

Appearance:

Hair color/style: Black. Kinda long and messy, goes down to about his eyebrows

Eye color/shape: Round, brownish/hazel eyes

Height: 5’11

Skin tone: Very pale

Body type: Pretty thin

Scars(optional): Some sh scars on his thighs

Piercings/jewelry, any tattoos: Wears a black ring. Wants his ears pierced but his parent would probably disown him

Other: Pretty much permanent dark circles under his eyes. Usually has chapped lips. Kinda looks 5 seconds from death tbh

Casual clothing: Expensive black skinny jeans or slacks, a black t-shirt or a plain colored button up His clothes are causal and plain but very expensive.

Camp clothing(basically what do they wear with the camp shirt): Expensive black or grey skinny jeans or shorts that go to at least his knees if it’s unbearably hot out

Personality: Not very talkative or generally friendly. Very jumpy. Knows how to act in important social situations such as fancy dinners and parties. When these things happen it’s almost as if someone flips a switch and he becomes a different person. After the event is over though, he is back to his quiet, broody self. Really likes to be left alone with his art and his music and really values quiet and alone time. He can become aggressive, mean, and argumentative if pissed off or not left alone enough. He’s very serious, but he tends to make a lot of dry or sarcastic comments in his head or under his breath.

Backstory(why they went to camp): His parents and family are very, very rich. Prior to coming to camp Milo was suffering a lot with depression and started expressing a lot of dark thoughts. His parents are sending him to camp to “fix” him and his “new mood”.

Camp activities joined(i'll post a list): Astrology (the only one he’s actually interested in), Arts and Crafts, History of the Occult, Woodwork

Other: Loves art and drawing. Very good at painting (he’s had a lot of lessons). Makes a lot of vent art

((i love him!! he and von share the 'rich guardian' thing, though i'm pretty sure he might hate her at first. i wonder though, does everyone so far have a shared activity? im pretty sure everyone's in arts and crafts, im just not 100%))

((Drew isn't in arts and crafts))

(holy crap, i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to take this long to get back to you, but things irl keep popping up for me.)

name - megan meyers

age - 17

gender - female; she/her pronouns

sexuality & shipping - pan and open to shipping!

role at camp - haze kid

appearance - megan meyers (includes everything under the "looks" tab except scars/piercings because she doesn't have piercings or any noticeable scars) (she does have a beaded bracelet made out of various earth-colored jasper, though.)

casual clothing - flannels and shorts/jeans depending on the weather. she also wears flip-flops or simple sneaker flats, again, depending on the weather.

camp clothing - same thing with either shorts or jeans, though she'll switch out based on the activity. she also tends to stick more with sneakers during camp.

personality - megan meyers (under the "nature" tab, second to last from the bottom, but her mannerisms, motivations, and flaws speak miles)

backstory - her parents suggested the idea to her and, since she'd never been to a camp before, she readily agreed. it sounded fun at the time and, to her, definitely beat being bored all summer break.

camp activities joined - myths & creatures, music & theater, arts & crafts, flora & fauna, astronomy

other - she has severe, borderline profound (deaf) hearing loss. she signs, reads lips pretty well and speaks with a deaf accent.

When the bus pulled up to the archway outside Camp Balsam, the teenagers aboard were mostly ecstatic to get off of it. It was a town bus, one that took the new and old campers to the camp grounds every single year, without fail. But because it was a public bus, it had all of the 'charming' quirks one would expect. Strange stains on the seats, a smell that never seemed to go away no matter how open the windows were. It served it's purpose, even if it was a sub-par performance.

The teens on the bus, though, were happy for a myriad of reasons. Some of them were just glad to get off of the bus, sure. Others, though, were excited to be back–others still, only there their first summer–to Camp Balsam. One girl, however, was incredibly grateful to finally be off of the moving vehicle. Red hair pulled up into a ponytail, eyes lined with sharp wings of eyeliner and dressed in clothing more expensive than some people's cars, she looked so out of place it was slightly funny. At least she wasn't the only one, though. Just one of likely only two or three currently fending off a panic attack.

They were greeted as soon as they got off the bus by two counselors, one wearing a sunflower-yellow t-shirt and the other, green.

"Welcome to Camp Balsam!" The one in yellow greeted, face split in a happy grin as they waved. Their hair was cut short, and dyed a bright shade of blue that almost hurt to look at. Stood at a good foot or two shorter than their female companion in green, they looked almost like a small animal, bouncing constantly without stopping. "When you hear your name called, please sound off. Haze-er, new campers, please make your way over to Jane here-" They gestured to their companion. "-so she can show you all to your cabin and answer any questions you have. I'll meet up a bit later to take you all to orientation. Old campers, sign in with your counselors and get settled in, then head to the Pit!"

(alright! Sorry for taking so long, ended up going to bed :') )

Jacen Oros put his phone away, letting out a long slow breath as he piled off the bus with however many other kids. His backpack hung onto him by just one strap; the other was broken and he hadn't gotten around to fixing it yet. Yet being the key operative there. He would fix it, he just needed to remember to. When he had time. And wasn't working on other projects. The backpack, obviously, was not high on his list. His hair was sticking up from his head a little bit, the blue-green strands wild and uncombed. He patted it a little bit to try and calm it down, his eyes looking around for a moment before fastening on the girl who was speaking.

Being told that you're being enrolled in a new high school due to your 'current habits' is one thing and isn't too much of a big deal. However, it's a completely different thing when you're told that you're being sent to the other side of the Atlantic ocean for a summer camp simply because your parents don't want to deal with you for a few months.

Needless to say, Drew wasn't entirely thrilled with the whole summer camp thing, and was more than happy to jump off that bus the moment the doors swung open. Clad in skin-tight leather pants, thigh-high leather boots with a heel that added another four inches to her height, and a red top that clung to her torso beneath a cropped leather jacket, she was fully prepared to fight a heat-stroke if it meant avoiding a nasty sunburn. She had even twisted her snowy hair into a plait, letting it drape over her shoulder, to keep it out of the way of her oversized hood that shadowed her unpainted face—which was set with boredom as she blew a bubble with her gum.

Even still, however angry she was with her parents, Drew knew to pay attention to the two campers standing before her. It'd be no good to her sanity if she ever got lost, whether that be with what she was supposed to be doing or with learning the layout of the camp. The gum bubble was stolen away and popped with her teeth, creating a satisfying crack. It didn't mean she had to be wholly compliant, though.

Jax wasn't very happy with the whole camp situation. She was told that she'd be one of the youngest people there. Older kids never took her seriously. She loved the outdoors, but that was only camping trips with her dad. This was not her thing.

Even though she wasn't happy to be whisked away to a camp, she was still excited to be someplace new. And she understood that her dad had work, and sometimes work is more important. Jax straightened out her white t-shirt, and adjusted her mask. Not that her mask needed any adjusting. I wonder how easy it is to get in trouble here.

Jax dug a pen out of a pocket in her cargo shorts, and took off the cap. She wrote her name on her hand, alongside her father's. She put the cap back on the pen and put it back in her pocket. As the bus doors opened, Jax was one of the first to stand up, grabbing her beat-up duffel bag. The stampede of kids pushed her along, and spit her out under the hot sun.

From the conversations around her, Jax picked up that new kids had to go to the girl in green. She couldn't see the counselor, but the majority of the people who looked worried or uneasy were streaming in a different direction than the others, so Jax followed them. As she walked, she pulled a map of the camp that her father had given her out of her pocket, and studied it.

(my bad—again. i swear i'll get more regular with this soon!)

As much as she wanted to be the first one off the bus when it eventually came to its shuddering stop, Meg was forced to wait rather impatiently for the ones ahead of her to file out the door. As soon as her feet touched solid ground, however, a look of easy excitement smoothed over her previously irritated expression.

It had been simple for her parents to convince her to attend summer camp. It didn't take much convincing at all, actually, other than her part in reassuring her parents that she'd be alright by herself in an unfamiliar place. Since then, she'd been eagerly anticipating her arrival, and now that she was there, she couldn't wait to get to know everyone and learn why camps were romanticized in so many movies.

After stretching and observing the flow of the other kids for a few moments, she noticed what she assumed to be a camp counselor calling out names. At least, she assumed she was calling out names because she didn't recognize some of the mouth movements at first, and the lady appeared to be reading something off a list. Her theory was proven when she saw the familiar shape of her own name — Megan Meyers — a moment later, and she followed the other kids over to another counselor.

Milo followed everyone off the bus. He had spent most of the ride with his headphones in, his knees pulled toward his chest, protecting his sketchbook he was scribbling in from view. When he drew like this he called it scribbling, not drawing. The lines he made were harsh and black. After a while his hand hurt from holding his pen so hard. It was the kind of art his parents strongly discouraged. It wasn’t beautiful, it couldn’t be showed off or sold, it showed too much emotion. But here, Milo could do as much scribbling as he wanted. There was no mother here to slap him when she found it. There was no father to burn his sketchbook. There was only Milo and his pen and paper.

The bus ride was over and they arrived at the camp way too soon. Milo realized he didn’t know much about this camp. His parents had given him a pamphlet about it, but he didn’t care enough to read it or even glance over it. All he knew about his camp was that his father had come here, so already Milo wasn’t a big fan. He begrudgingly left his seat and walked towards his new best friend, Counselor Jane, not bothering to take his headphones out.

Evan couldn’t get off the bus fast enough. He had never attended a summer camp before, and he had finally saved up the money to go. His house, while being far from awful most of the time, was not his favorite place to be recently, and so that made going away to summer camp this year all the sweeter. When he finally managed to get off of the bus and step into the sunlight, he was practically beaming.

Evan glanced at the other campers and few looked as excited as he felt. He was honestly surprised at some of the expressions of annoyance or gloom, as Evan was ready to do all of the typical summer camp things. He did his best to figure out what was happening amid the crush of bodies and buzz of chatter, and quickly realized that he was supposed to follow one of the older campers. He followed the throng of kids who were all newbies like he was, he assumed. There were quite a few, at least to Evan’s eyes, and it made him as excited as anything else. Maybe he could make some new friends!

Evan slowly made his way to the front of the group, eager to hear what the girl—Jane—was saying. He didn’t care if it was just a list of the rules or something equally mundane; he was just happy to be there. He glanced at the kids next to him, hoping that they wouldn’t think him odd with his effervescent smile and twitchy stance. No, this summer would be different, he was sure of it.

(I apologize for the wait, sadly this human form of mine requires sleep lol)
Lukas felt out of place in the sea of the first-year campers on the bus, but it did give him a good chance to try to guess what campers might join him in the Tesla cabin. Most looked too put together, with fancy clothes and hands that weren't constantly fiddling with something like his were. That was alright though, the less new campers, the more workspace. He hoped that there were going to be a few out of the Haze kids, but he wouldn't know until the second week.

When the bus finally stopped, he wouldn't deny that he was more than eager to get out of the cramped vehicle. He wormed his way through the crowd of newcomers with his bag clutched tightly to his chest, listening in only momentarily. From the instructions, it was clear he wouldn't have to wait with the nervous new kids, taking the opportunity to follow the string of older campers towards the cabin he had become to call home only last summer. His home in the Tesla group. Where he could make as many of his little trinkets as he wanted and there was always some sort of prank that he could look forward to.

((sorry for the really long posts! in the beginning, there's a lot to go over, so expect them to start shortening up! because of that though, and how many people there are, feel free to just write as though there aren't so many people, and then each characters questions will be answered at the same time))

Role call for the new campers didn't take as long as one might have expected, and soon Jane was leading them through the arch that served as a camp 'gate'. The pathway was lined with trees, and through, them, various things were visible. A lake, to the right. Campers gathering at various large rocks and pick-nick tables, happily catching up after the year. And to the left, the cabins. Cutting down a path through the thin trees, Jane gestured to them. "There's the cabins. Your new home is the one down there at the end."

Set in two rows, each row of three faced the other, watched over by a slightly larger cabin at the end, facing the open space. A sign just above the door, obviously carved out of a flat chunk of wood someone had found laying around, was spraypainted with the words 'Haze House'.

The inside looked every bit a summer camp cabin, with a small rec-looking area to one side, and rows of bunks to the other. It was decorated more plainly than the other cabins, which all obviously featured the themes of their namesakes. But there was one thing that stood out. Along the wall least obstructed in the rec-area, were what looked like hundreds of names. Messages and names and little doodles, all done in varying inks and handwritings, some even carved in. Previous campers had left them behind, a reminder that this cabin was only a transition, but that it was one to cherish.

"Take a seat, and I'll go over the rules. If you have questions, ask 'em after." Jane stood, arms crossed as each new camper filed to find a seat on a couch, chair, the floor, or table. Von chose to perch on the back of an armchair, legs crossed and drawstring bag–she'd brought two, one for clothing, which had been transported with the luggage, and this one–set in the seat itself.

"Rule one. You stay indoors at night, unless you're with a counselor and-or a supervisor. Basically, astrology kids and camping trips are fine. No fun outside other wise though. If you gotta hit the bowl, you get Wren. That's the crazy lookin' bundle of energy you met. They're in charge of you Haze kids this week. That'll be explained later. Rule two, same thing, just about the forest. Three is that any delinquents get kitchen duty, or cabin cleanup. Fourth rule is that if you ain't on time to things, you'll find yourself losin' points fast." While she spoke, the aggressive looking counselor made eye contact with each of them, about fifteen or so.

"Five? No hangin' in other cabins that ain't your own after lights out. And six is gonna be told to ya at orientation. Rule number seven ain't official, but it's an important one." Suddenly, her face split into a mischievous grin, and she winked. "Rules are made for breakin'. Just do so at your own risk. And don't tell Wren I said that. I don't need a repeat of the hair-dye incident. Now. Questions?"