forum Wilderness Therapy Camp for Troubled Youth ((Closed))

Started September 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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Wait nevermind one person still needs to make a character

Shiba is mine good? Is there anything you’d like me to change?

No, you're good :)

Yay! Thanks!

Aaah I'm so sorry I was late, I was at schooooool here you go:

Name: Ava Hall
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: Hates rules, has a tendency to befriend those who steal and do drugs and weed, her life goal is to be accepted in life by a group of friends, real ones. Deep down inside she knows that the friends she had were merely fake ones and wouldn't help her if they had a choice.
Appearance: https://pin.it/snsogfjecv4hjw
Alright with being shipped? (Y/N): …sure why not
Password: Ava as a kid got into a group of… messed up kids. They did drugs and weed. They stole and tricked people. In middle school, Ava and her "best friend" Katy had gone to a 7/11, Ava was just tagging along, she didn't want to be left at home. Trying not to get caught, Katy pointed a knife at the security guard and when he lunged at her trying to disarm her, Katy stuck the knife out as far into the air as possible, not wanting to die, and looked away. Ava had been watching this scene play out silently for a while, and witnessed the knife plunge into the security guard's body and stuff happened. In court, the felony murder rule was applied and Ava and Katy were both sentenced to this camp, however several days before the camp, Katy committed suicide.

Nah it's fine, plus great character! Ill start now, then

Thank you!

Skye woke up to a strangling heat and the uncomfortable rub of handcuffs on her wrists. She opened her eyes, remembering that she was in a truck, with a man driving in the front. "How much longer…" She murmured quietly. "Actually, we're about there," the man said, pulling up to a stop on the side of the dirt road. "This doesn't look like much of a camp." She said as they got out. "We're not there yet, we've got to walk a couple miles." Skye groaned, her head throbbing.

Ava rubbed her eyes, glad she'd convinced the driver to loosen her handcuffs a bit, she didn't even deserve to have them on! Opening her eyes, she looked around at the blurry world and remembered her glasses and pulled them out of her shirt pocket. Putting them on, the world around her came into focus. "Are we there yet?" she asked. The driver chuckled. "Welcome to the world, sleepyhead. Yeah, we just have to walk a bit over that direction," and he pointed towards the woods.

Romy’s eyes snapped open at the lack of bumping. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, vision focusing to see handcuffs on her wrists and kids all around her. The girl next to her spoke, but her head was still so fuzzy that she couldn’t make out what she was saying. Stumbling a little as they all got out, the bright sun seared into her retinas, making her whine a little and rub her eyes again. The heat was so prevalent that it felt thick and heavy, and the humidity made her sweat immediately. God she hated the heat.

Kopke’s hands were fastened tight behind his back, made sense because of what he’s done but he had refused to let them knock him out so he had been sitting against the cold uncomfortable wall of the truck for god who knows how long. He didn’t bother asking if they were almost there because he already heard the drivers murmuring about it. They then forced him out of the car and said to walk.

Sky glanced over to her right and noticed another prisoner and a guard marching across the desert about fifty yards away. She simply nodded to them and continued walking, her feet already hurting.

Janie blinked awake, groaning. "Uhg… where are we?" She mumbled. "Jesus Christ…"

One of the guards pushed him slightly when he wouldn’t move, “Careful boys, because I bite.” He growled turning around to face the guards but then decided it wasn’t worth it, turned back around and walked like he had been ordered to do.

Ava fiddled with her hair, nervous about the camp. She wasn't supposed to be here! Or, at least according to morality. According to the law, this is where she needed to go. There were two others she could see, though she didn't know why they were sent here. Murder? She gulped. Please, I don't want to die! she thought.

Janie woke up a bit, looking around and smiling. Might as well make friends. "Hello, everyone!"

One of the guards pushed him slightly when he wouldn’t move, “Careful boys, because I bite.” He growled turning around to face the guards but then decided it wasn’t worth it, turned back around and walked like he had been ordered to do.

Romy glanced over at the seemingly much older boy in concern (and okay maybe a little bit of fear). She wasn’t about to talk back to the guards here, but apparently this boy was much braver than she was. Obediently she followed the others, making sure she stayed close to the middle of the group. Being in the back have her anxiety, and she wasn’t going to be in the front. The middle was safe.

Skye smiled a bit but said nothing. She would have at least waved but her hands were cuffed behind her back. Up ahead she spotted a short woman with bright blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Welcome, campers!" She exclaimed enthusiastically. "I'm Gwen, your counselor."

She glanced at Janie. "…hi?" Who was this person, and what was she here for?

Janie looked over at Ava. "Hello, I'm Janie, and you are…?" She said, attempting to wave while handcuffed.

"This is the site of our first camp. We'll be moving camps every few days, so don't get too comfortable," she scanned the delinquents carefully and picked up a bunch of backpacks. "Here's your bags. You can uncuff them, now." Skye let out a sigh of relief as the painful cuffs were removed and she stepped forward, grabbing a backpack.

Kopke blew some of his hair out of his face and sighed, he reluctantly looked around, his piercing eyes studying anyone they landed on. His hands eagerly waiting to be released.

Janie shook her hands a bit when she was uncuffed. "Thank God, my hands fell asleep." She said, laughing slightly. You can't do much, Janie. Just make the best of it. Make the best of it, and hope it works out.

The cuffs around Ava's wrists were roughly removed, and she looked away, not answering. Eyeing everyone else cautiously, she dashed forward grabbing a backpack and darting back.

Romy rubbed her wrists where the cuffs used to be, scowling at the red marks. She trudged forward and grabbed a bag, stepping back and squatting to dig through it. Mostly normal camping supplies. That was good. She could live like this. The heat might get a little annoying (read: unbearable) sometimes, but she just had to deal with that. The two people next to her were having a conversation, and she debated about joining. After a few seconds she thought, screw it, and spoke up. “I’m Romy.”