Ryan sighed as his parents began to rant about the importance of how his religion is the greatest, even though he didn’t believe in it what so ever. He made sure his belongings were with him before climbing onto the bus. He sat near the front, got out his phone and began to play a game.
Mendax stuttered a goodbye to their foster parents, one of the parents in question ruffling his hair. "Okay son, we're going to get you all fixed up, don't worry. You'll be perfectly normal when you come home." The foster mother assured them, giving them a quick hug and shooing Mendax to the bus. Mendax shouldered their bag and walked up the bus stairs, quickly finding a seat and plopping down. No one's sitting in this row, I'm okay. No one is going to talk to me and they will leave me alone and not call me a guy. Mendax reassured themselves, pulling the large sweater over their shoulders a bit more and setting a weak smile on their face to fool anyone that would look at them, the small person in a sweater.
Joanne was fighting back tears in the back of her mother's car, trying and failing to inhale and exhale slowly and steadily. She balled her trembling hands into fists and turned her head to look out the window—at this point, she would take any excuse not to look her family in the eye. Shaking her tangled mass of hair in front of her face so that it curtained her off from the rest of the world, she tried to tell herself that it would be alright, that she would bear the weight of the whole goddamn summer on her shoulders and soldier through it. What else could she do?
But every time she gave herself a small pep talk, the voice in her head sounded too close to Madeline's. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of the blonde-haired girl seemed to be burned into the forefront of her mind. Her lips tingled, as if begging for contact, shivers raced down her spine, and she felt smaller than ever, as if she needed to be held. But she couldn't be held. Not now, when the person who had meant the most to her had been torn away. Not now, when her own parents were sending her to a place where she would be…. tortured, in essence.
The car ride seemed to stretch on for ages, a tense silence filling the space between her and the rest of her family. The people who she'd thought would love her no matter what. When they all piled out to say goodbye before Joanne got on the bus, she flinched away from their hugs, their embraces. She didn't say a word, only turned her back on them all and walked onto the bus that was to take her to the one thing she was afraid of above all else.
Valeria looked around the bus. Everyone was quiet, silent. She hated that. Even though she was more scared than most of them. Her parents hadn't even said goodbye, just telling her to go. She had smiled and waved at them, hiding the fear inside. Valeria scratched her head. Now what should she do to liven up the mood at little bit?
Oof, what to write.//
(waits)
(Ummm are all the campers on the bus?)
(yes, question mark?)
I think so.///
(I don’t know, but I know Ryan is.)
I want to introduce Jasper in a bit…//
((Frankie is at camp))
(That’s fine. Can one of you or both of you be ready to greet them as they come off the bus? Asking pronouns/preferred names, and marking them down? And can maybe one of the counselors be on the bus and give some sort of welcome speech? If any of you don’t want to I can do it when they get to camp)
(YES I CAN DO THE WELCOMING SPEECH’
(I got v excited forgive me)
Jasper will be ready, I would prefer if he didn't do the speech…//
(Lmao you’re good)
(Well I think emi realllyyyyyy wants to so imma let her do it)
(Why don’t i say something that showed the bus started moving and then you can do it. Is that cool?)
(yyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay)
Bailey stared out the window, unaware how wide her eyes were, not really hearing the music she was listening to. The bus started moving and she watched the trees start to pass by, apathetic. Did the people around her hate this as much as she did? Did they hate their parents? Or did they think they needed to be “fixed” too? She shuddered at the memory that surfaced. “It’s okay Bailey. They’ll fix you there.” Her jaw clenched.
(Ooooooooof this rp is rough and too real)
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah…//
(Ooooooooof this rp is rough and too real)
(yeah…………… as a religious queer girl I can relate… which is why this rp is making me extremely happy! secret gay happyland? I love it)
Court opened her eyes as the bus moved, studying the people around her with an almost bored gaze.