Frankie waved the next teen forward. "Name and pronouns, darlin?" SHe was bouncing on her toes in excitement, her model thin body practically vibrating with energy. Her smile practically swallowing her face. The first day was always her favorite.
When it was her turn, Joanne tentatively stepped up to one of the counsellors, her body posture radiating fear and apprehension. "Joanne Alanis—She and her."
"Perfection." Frankie said, writing her information on a name tag in flowing, looping script. "Joanne Alanis. Welcome home." The fiery ginger said as she pinned the name tag on the girl.
Joanne stared down at the name tag for a few seconds, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jean shorts before they could start trembling.
"What are you going to do to us here?" Her voice, however cautious and suspicious, had an edge of fear to it… she seemed to be far too grown up and a small, frightened child all at the same time.
"We're not going to do anything to you, darling." Frankie waved to get the girl to meet her eyes. "We're here to support you. The only thing that we're going to do is let you, be you. Who ever you are inside that heart of yours. Whether it be Joanne Alanis, or someone else entirely. You're free…" Frankie trailed off with a gentle smile, giving a little shrug.
Slowly, she nodded. “How… How does no one know about this?”
(I have returned!)
"The leader of this camp has lot's of connections," Jasper interjected, as he was done handing out name tags. "He's pretty cool."
"Excuse me, can I have a name tag? Oh, that sounded really rude." Valeria said. She was very impatient and didn't like to be kept waiting. However, sometimes she would start talking without thinking.
"Wow Val. Impatient much?" Court teased, slinging an arm around the other girl's shoulders.
Val stuck her tongue out at Court and laughed. After months of worry and fear about this camp, it was hard not to smile at the fact that all the fear had been for nothing.
Bailey came up to the girl with red hair cautiously. She absolutely adored her hair and couldn't stop staring at it. Then she noticed the . . . girl? The boy? The . . . person behind her, who had a shirt on that had a "definition of non-binary that said, "definitely not a phase". The person had pink, yellow, and blue hair. Bailey couldn't stop staring at that person's hair either. "Hi. I-" Just say it. "I like your hair," she said to both of them.
(So why not the other campers randomly appear after everyone gets their own name tags)
(The returning campers?)
(Yes)
(I'm gonna have them come on a separate bus and I'll make it clear when they're coming)
(Alright! Sounds good to me.)
(Can I make a returning camper? It's okay if I can't)
(Yeah totally!)
Oof.///
Bailey came up to the girl with red hair cautiously. She absolutely adored her hair and couldn't stop staring at it. Then she noticed the . . . girl? The boy? The . . . person behind her, who had a shirt on that had a "definition of non-binary that said, "definitely not a phase". The person had pink, yellow, and blue hair. Bailey couldn't stop staring at that person's hair either. "Hi. I-" Just say it. "I like your hair," she said to both of them.
Frankie tugged on a bright red lock, giving the teen in front of her yet another sunny grin. "Why thank you! It was a spur of the moment idea, but I've found that redheads certainly have the most fun." She winked. "What's your name, sweetstuff? Annnnnnd pronouns if you don't mind."
Bailey smiled shyly back at her. "Bailey. Bailey Pesca," she said, gaining a little more confidence. Her face clouded with confusion. "Pronouns?"
The person behind the red-head spoke up. "Yeah, like what we call you. If you're a girl, you would probably use she and her pronouns, if you're a guy, you would probably use he and him pronouns. If you're something in between or neither of those, like me, you would probably use they and them as your pronouns. Or maybe you use a combination. Whatever feels right to you." They shrugged, smiling at her.
Whatever feels right to you. What a concept. "Oh. Okay, then she and her." Bailey paused. "Um. Are we allowed to change our answers later?"
Name: Paisley Reagan
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality/Romantic Attraction: bi
Role: Returning camper
Personality: INFP, Ravenclaw, she is quiet and shy but extremely loud when she gets comfortable
Appearance: She is tanned and excessively freckled, with dark red hair that is long and wavy. Her eyes are a startling amber and she is extremely short. She has many scars on her arms.
Clothing/General Style: She likes wearing sunglasses and visors. She generally wears a white crop top with a picture of a watermelon on it and jean shorts with a necklace that has a silver charm of a hummingbird.
Backstory: Will develop
Where they're from: Indiana
Other: She has aquaphobia (she is terrified of water). She also loves FNAF and gets mad when she isn't able to access her gaming console (but she doesn't even think about it when she is at camp).
Valeria looked around. "It's so peaceful out here!" She remarked, sighing.
(Heya friendo, the returning campers aren’t here yet.)