forum Saft Heaven Correctional Summer Camp For Struggling Youths (LGBTQ+ Safe Haven! OPEN for like one more)

Started January 29, 2019 by @Moxie group

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Court looked around, and sighed as nobody seemed to be willing to get up. Standing and tossing her bag over her shoulder, she made her way down the isle and out the door, blinking in the sunlight.

Ryan excitedly stood up on his feet and pulled his rainbow cape out of his bag and put it on. He flipped his hair back with confidence then strutted into e isle, bags in one hand, his other hand in his hair. He could feel the sparkles flutter around his very gay expression, he was gay, extremely gay.

Bailey watched the girl and the boy stand up, thinking about how brave they were. I could be brave. She found herself standing up and shyly following them down the aisle of the bus.

Mendax's hand twitched, they needed to get off the bus, fast. And if that meant that they would be heading into a bad place, so be it. They stumbled down the aisle, their shaking hands clutched on their bag strap.

Drew looked up from wiping down the picnic tables as someone with bright red hair ran by. They knew what that meant. The first batch of campers was arriving. They finished down the last bit of the table and threw the rag over their shoulder, fluffing out their hair and walking to stand next to Frankie at the entrance to camp, next to the bus. “So who do you think is coming off the bus first?” they asked her.

"The gayest, apparently." Frankie drawled, pulling her sunglasses down her nose to watch the procession of campers. The boy with the rainbow cape was surely strutting his stuff. A smirk curled around Frankie's lips as she bumped Drew's hip with her own. "This is going to be a good bunch."
Waving a hand over her head she whistled. "Over here!"

Ryan felt like a king, nothing could ruin his experience. He looked over at the person who had yelled, his eyes glistened against the sun as he strutted over to the table in the most fabulous gay manor possible.

Court rolled her eyes and headed to the table, walking leisurely as she turned up her volume.

(So uh when will we have the next bus come…? Just asking.)

(I have no idea)

Drew looked up from wiping down the picnic tables as someone with bright red hair ran by. They knew what that meant. The first batch of campers was arriving. They finished down the last bit of the table and threw the rag over their shoulder, fluffing out their hair and walking to stand next to Frankie at the entrance to camp, next to the bus. “So who do you think is coming off the bus first?” they asked her.

"The gayest, apparently." Frankie drawled, pulling her sunglasses down her nose to watch the procession of campers. The boy with the rainbow cape was surely strutting his stuff. A smirk curled around Frankie's lips as she bumped Drew's hip with her own. "This is going to be a good bunch."
Waving a hand over her head she whistled. "Over here!"

Drew smiled at her. “Hell yeah it is.” They smiled at the campers walking over. “Right this way campers! Come sign in and get your name tags!”

(yeah
oh alright, thanks)

Joanne hesitantly followed the flock of campers, her eyes widened with an almost childlike fascination as she turned her head to take everything in. This couldn't be real….. could it? Was this just one, huge, ridiculously extravagant trick? This definitely didn't seem to be the conversion therapy camp her parents had signed her up for.

Court looked to the redheaded counselor, grinning. "We get to keep our phones, or is that against some sorta summercamp rule?"

Mendax shuffled over to the name tag thingy-mah-bob where Jasper was, handing out nametags. "Hello there! Name and pronouns?" Jasper asked Mendax, probably thinking that they were a younger kid. "M-Mendax, Th-the-they/ th-em, please…" He trailed off.

Frankie returned the grin, pushing her sunglasses up into her vibrant hair. "Why would we take your phones? What kind of silly nonsense has been drilled into your heads? Camp is fun." She shooed the teenager over to the rest of the group. "If can have everyone just kinda smoosh together, that would be great. I'm from New York but that doesn't mean I actually love yelling."

"I'm goin' I'm goin'." Court pulled out her other earbud and paused her music, tucking the whole mess in her pocket as she approached the table.

Ryan flipped his hair with extreme sas. “Ryan Kitsun, No preference, just no female pronouns.” His rainbow cape began to flutter gently in the air, his hair did the same.

Jasper handed Mendax a nametag, laughing at Ryan. "Can do!" He said cheerfully, quickly writing out Ryan's name and pronouns in cursive on one. "Here ya go!"

(Oof I meant sass.)

No, you meant with extreme ass.//

My thoughts exactly.//