Romy giggled and connected the last pole. Her tent now stood picture perfect beside Kopke’s and whole bunch of other messy ones. She left her area and went over to the girl, talking as she did so. “My name is Romy if you didn’t hear already nice to meet you. I don’t think I got your name yet.”
"I'm Skye," she said, smiling. "Thanks, by the way."
Janie grinned proudly, stepping back and looking at her messily set up tent. Not the greatest, but it'll do! And I'll be getting a lot of practice!
“Hello Skye!” Romy said happily. “And you’re welcome! It’d be rude of me to be already done with my tent and watching you suffer when it would take me only a few minutes to help!”
She nodded and sighed. "It sure is hot here, isn't it? It's nothing like Michigan."
Kopke began look around to see what all the other tents looked like, some were quite good, others not so much.
Ava eyed everyone warily. One was sent here for murder?
Hunter was casually listening in on everyone's conversation. His tent was okay, but if wind blew threw he would probably be screwed. "You can't complain, Michigander. I get Snowmageddon year after year in New York."
Janie looked up. "I remember. Snow storm always hit at the worst times…"
Kopke ignored their conversation and thought about what he would do at this camp, he sighed, This is going to be a long ten weeks…
Ava just stood a lil awkwardly to the side, her arm clutched in the opposite hand. But she still refused to speak. Though the others seemed to be making light conversation, she still didn't know if anyone here might be… dangerous of sorts. Especially that one guy, what was his name again? Kopke? Yeah, he was sent here for murder… he wasn't going to murder anyone right?