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

Started September 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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Janie went up to grab a backpack, thanking Gwen before heading back to her spot. "Oh, that's an interesting name!"

"Now here's the deal! You'll be here for ten weeks in the desert! You'll receive some help but most stuff is on you. That means starting fires, putting up tents, cooking, bathing, and getting clean water! If you try to run away, you're not going to get anywhere. There's nothing here for miles. So go ahead and run into the desert, cause there's nowhere for you to go and when we find you you're going to jail." Gwen paused, scanning them again. "Is that clear?"

Kopke finally decided to pick a bag and then proceeded to sit down and look in it seeing what could be useful to him.

Ava nodded resignedly. She was tired. So tired of the stupid law that sent her to jail. Wait, was it a law?

"Ten weeks?" Kopke mused, "This should be hell-I mean totally lots of fun…yeahhh…" He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, well, it could be longer." Janie said, shrugging. Ten weeks? Just for a bit of art… it technically wasn't even private property!

"Now you'll each find a tarp and some collapsible poles in your packs. This is your tent. You've got to figure out how to put up your tent before dark." Gwen gestured to the sun which was already growing low in the sky. "Let's get started."

Kopke smiled at the tarp and poles, he knew how to set this kind of stuff up so it should be a breeze.

Janie's face fell slightly as she looked in her bag. …How the hell do I do this? Okay, I can figure this out…

Kopke glanced sideways at one of the girl's Janie and noticed the look of disdain on her face, "I could be of some assistance if you need it later," he said, deciding to finally talk to someone.

Oh… a tent. What's the end result supposed to look like? Ava wondered. Pulling out the tarp and poles, she messily threaded the poles through some loops she saw. Is this right? she asked herself.

Janie looked up, smiling sheepishly. "Thank you." She said, fidgeting with her backpack. She hadn't even bothered to wash most of the dried paint from her hands. "My name's Janie. And yours, if you don't mind…?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Kopke. What are you here for?" He asked, curiously.

"Vandalism, resisting arrest. Technically wasn't even privet property, but what can I do?" She said, shrugging. "What are you here for?"

"Trying to protect someone I love," Hunter mumbled, speaking for the first time. Cuffmarks rapped his wrists, and he wasn't happy about it. "Call me Hunter."

Romy grinned at the poles and tarp in her backpack. She’d been setting up tents since she could walk; her backyard was her sanctuary where she could get away from her family, not that they paid any attention to her anyways.
She started with the tent set up, adding to Janie and the older boy’s conversation. “I’m also willing to help. I can get this up pretty fast so if you need me afterwards…”

Kopke smirked, "Murder." He decided to leave at that, she could guess how many people were killed by him, he didn't care.

In the end, Ava's tent turned out to be poorly assembled, and hardly resembled what Kopke's looked like. However, she still didn't think the others were non-dangerous enough to speak up. Just a few more days of observing, she told herself.

Skye pulled out the tarp and the poles, trying to figure out how to put it up. It kept falling over and she got frustrated but in the end it stayed but looked horrible compared to Gwen's which was neat and perfect.

Romy stared at Kopke in disbelief. Murder? How could someone only a few years older than her have murdered someone? She shivered involuntarily at the thought. Looking over at a girl off to her left she saw the poorly assembled tent and since she was almost done, decided to offer assistance. “Hey, do you need any help?” She asked. “That’s not going to be fun to sleep in tonight.”

Janie went to setting up her her tent, figuring out out as she went. "Oh. Well, at least you didn't get a life sentence." Stay positive, stay positive-

"I've got it," she grumbled, trying to fix it up again only to see it fall once more. "Yeah, maybe I need some help," she finally admitted.