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

Started May 08, 2020 by @croccin-champagne

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Jace plopped down on the arm of a couch, straddling it and leaning forward as he listened, head cocked to one side. He ran a hand through his hair again, studying the counselor currently speaking. "Why do we have to stay indoors at night?" he asked, not bothering to raise his hand, just arching an eyebrow at the counselor. He knew he looked like a trouble kid, but hey, it's whatever. This was going to be fun. He pulled out some wires, twisting them together just to have something to do with his hands, some way to keep himself busy.

Drew didn't care much about personal space, so when she spotted one chair one girl was using by sitting on the back of it, she drifted over and perched on the arm of the chair and drew one leg up to drape her arm over. The rules were simple enough, not as strict as her parents had made it out to be, but reasonable—and she decided that she liked how lenient this girl was when it came to following the rules. However, there was a slight issue with the wondering restrictions, especially at night. Drew flicked her wrist to lazily indicate to herself and said without a hint of shame and just a hint of an English lilt, "Violent sleepwalker on the premises."

Right away, Jax could tell that the only rule she'd be sticking to was rule number seven.
She chose a bunk near a window, and threw her bag on the top bunk, then pulled herself up, ignoring the ladder. "What's so dangerous at night? Night is the best time for getting things done, and I don't intend on missing out."
She swung her legs off the edge of the bed, and pulled a book from her bag. It was a thick, heavy book about surgery procedures that used to belong to her father. She opened it to a page indicated by a lime-green sticky note, and started reading, resting the book on her legs as she read, occasionally scribbling notes in the margins with a pencil.

There were a few words Meg couldn't quite make out, but from context clues she'd gathered a pretty good idea of what they were and were not supposed to do.

The only questions she had…

She raised her hand, clearing her throat in the process. "Does anyone know sign language? And what…'hair incident'?" she asked, signing as she spoke despite the couple of curious glances she'd drawn. Okay, so her pronunciation, especially with words she didn't often use, wasn't the greatest. Sue her.

Milo sat in a chair and leaned his head on his hand while his elbow rested on his knee. His hair fell in his face but he couldn't be bothered to fix it. He listened intently. Rules were something he was all too familiar with, and he knew they were important. Though it sounded like the limits on these rules were up for interpretation, which made Milo weary. Where there any counselor's that agreed with rule number seven? Would Jane punish him if she did catch him breaking the rules? Were these even rules worth breaking? Milo stuck his bottom lip out and blew at his bangs. Only time would tell.
He looked around as other kids asked their questions. He didn't plan on talking unless he needed to, and he wasn't about to quit that now. Besides, its not like he had any questions that anyone could really answer.

Evan bit his lip, listening to the rules nervously. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, a habit that he had. He wondered how many people broke the rules here, as that was not something he was used to doing. He was a bit of a scaredy-cat goody two shoes, and Evan wasn’t sure if the rule breaking would even be worth it. But the punishments honestly didn’t even sound bad.

“What’s so bad about the forest?” Evan ended up asking, his mind going back to the second rule. He was curious about that, at any rate. Though despite his original nervousness, he was still pretty excited about camp. What camp didn’t have a few rules, right? Besides, those were simple enough and left a lot of things that one could do. His mind raced with ideas before he forced himself to focus again. He didn’t want to miss the answer to his question.

Lukas was visibly excited to finally reach the Tesla cabin, wasting no time as he followed a few other campers in and rushed to claim a bed. Much to his enjoyment, he got a top bunk, as well as an empty one below him. More than likely, it would be taken by a Haze kid, but until then, he tossed his bag on top of it to make sure it stayed empty as long as possible.

With that, he had finished getting his space set up, only worrying about checking in with his counselor before moving onto the more fun part. Greeting friends from last year. Their conversations didn't end as the counselor ushered them out of the cabin and towards the Pit.

"The forest is dangerous, 'cause y'all are kids who haven't gotten to know it. That's one rule I'll suggest following, just 'till you learn your way around a bit. Gettin' lost is a lot easier than you think it is." Jane said, shrugging a shoulder. "As for goin' out at night, just keep to the buildings. And don't watch the forest too long, either. There's things you're better off not getting to know out there." Leaving that as it was, Jane turned to Meg. "I don' know sign language." She said, making sure to turn enough so that the girl could see her face. "But the hair incident came after I told last year's Haze kids how to make PVC shrapnel bombs, just for fun. Wren wasn't too happy, even after I explained that it was just for use in the woods. They stuck hairdye in my conditioner bottle, and I ended up with green hair." She tugged on a strand of short, blonde hair, making a face.

Von wasn't all that peeved when a girl sat on the arm of her claimed chair, arching a brow and not saying much else. Something about the way this girl carried herself was intriguing, and she had to admit, the girl had one incredible taste in jewelry. If there was one thing Von liked more than a good robot capable of blowing up your kitchen counter–a long story–, it was jewelry.

When the girl with the strange accent spoke, she tilted her head. It took her a bit to decide whether or not to speak, but soon she was waving a bit to get the girl's attention, hands moving along with her lips. "I do, a bit. A friend of mine and I learned it together." She wouldn't admit to the reason why, of course. That she'd lost her hearing in one ear. Not in front of these people.

Jace cocked his head at the conselor's words. "What's out there?" he asked, sitting straighter. He was still seated on the arm of the couch, looking over at the woman. What could possibly be out there that's so scary? He had to admit, he was…well. Extraordinarily curious about what she could mean.

Drew tilted her head up curiously at the girl she shared a chair with and pulled off her hood to idly unbraid her hair. Only when she got it all undone did she comb her fingers through the snowy locks to fluff it out a bit. It's strange that Jane would be so vague about the woods, but so adamant that they stay out. Now all Drew wanted to do was explore the forbidden forest. Hopefully they'll cut me some slack for my sleepwalking—and keep me from taking responsibility for any injuries acquired in the pursuit of waking me up. The thought had her huffing a small and private laugh, and she turned away from the girl nearest to her when she finished speaking.

Jax pouted from her perch, putting the sticky note back in her book and closing it. "That's no fair! I wanna make a shrapnel bomb, too!" She swung her legs more aggressively, accidentally kicking the kid in the bunk below her.
"Oh, sorry! Are you hurt?" She asked, leaning down and letting her long hair fall over the edge. She swung back up and got back to complaining. "Anyways, you'd look pretty with green hair."

Meg nodded at Jane's first answer, then suppressed a laugh a little at her explanation of how her hair had been turned green. I'd dye my hair green if I didn't think it'd look so bad, she mused to herself, glancing at her bracelet which had a variety of different shades of the color, seeing as it was her favorite.

Noticing movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned to see Von and, watching the signs, broke into a huge grin. Perfect, she signed back, her eyes sparkling mischievously. She pointed at the girl, then herself, and added new partner in crime. Judging by Meg's facial expression, it wasn't a question.

She didn't check to see if she'd been understood, instead turning back to Jane and raising her hand again. "When do we start activities?"

_{(I think we're waiting for Moxie or Elle atm)}

Evan glanced at the boy who asked about the woods, also curious. “I’d like to know what’s in the woods as well,” he added. “I mean, how can we protect ourselves if we’re not sure what it is we’re protecting ourselves from? Or whatever?” He chuckled a bit at the hair dye comments, thinking his boring blonde hair might actually be kind of cool if he dyed it green. Of course, his family would freak out. But it would be interesting.

Lukas was unsure of what was going to happen as they all reached the pit, though he didn't mind catching up with his fellow Tesla campers. There was no shortage of stories and tales of machines or ideas that they had come up with. Even Lukas shared some of his own ideas. He was happy to just talk, even as the other cabins started to file in like the counselor had told them to at the bus. Maybe this was a greeting for the whole camp, or maybe it was something else. Whatever it was, he was excited to see, even if it cut into his storytelling time.

"Activities start tomorrow. Today's your day to learn the ropes, get t' know your fellow Haze kids and the people who could be your cabin mates." Jane said, looking around at the others. "As for the things in the woods, they're your standard wildlife, o' course. That and…" She hesitated a moment, before sighing. "It's all just hearsay, local legends and stuff. But if you ask a few o' the older campers and counselors here, even Gabe, one of the supervisors, they'll tell ya about things. Creatures that ain't normal, things that stalk ya, the way none o' those animals out there would. The wildlife? They're more scared o' you than you are of them. But those other things…" She shook her head, shrugging a shoulder. "Just watch out. Don' go alone, and stay outta the forest at night if ya can. That's all. And don't mention that I told you about the things, or someone's gonna get pissy about me 'scarin' the new campers. If I wanted to scare ya, it wouldn't have been through talkin' about local legends."

Wren bounced up to Lukas as everyone settled onto the log-seats around thee firepit, plopping down despite the unspoken rule to stay with your cabin at meetings. They had never been one to care, and were actually one of the few people who could get away with it.

"Hey, Lukas! You know what's going on? Usually it's just the counselors who're directed to the Pit," They said, fiddling with the hem of their shirt. Cabin counselors got a specific version of the cabin shirts, to help campers in need find them. The Van Gogh's alteration was a circle of sunflowers, instead of the original singular one. Wren was partial to this one, preferring the increase in sunflowers.

Jacen frowned a little, tilting his head to one side as the counselor finished up speaking. Interesting… This was certainly going to be eventful. Or at least, he sincerely hoped it would be. A boring camp would be a waste of money, after all. He stood, stretching and hoping they were done talking. he wanted to move, to do.

Drew tilted her head to the side lazily, curious about the things in the woods. She was far from afraid of them, and the repeated warnings to stay away merely made her more inclined to go check them out. Of course, she'd have to find a way to sneak in without getting caught—or maybe she could blame it on the sleepwalking. She did have a medical card with her for situations like that, and when she was awake enough to whip it out and not take responsibility for her actions.

She leaned up and stretched out her arms, then tipped her head back as she flopped against the back of the chair to look up at the girl she shared the piece of furniture with. "Pushy pushy," she said, a spark of mischief and wicked delight in her eye. Scary stories and ghost tales had nothing against her when she was on a rampage. "Makes me wonder what they're hiding in there."