Realistic or Modern This One Time At Band Camp | A SOL Roleplay

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monicalowes
Stanton U, Texas

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monicalowes So excited to welcome our campers for the summer! As soon as you've departed the buses in an orderly fashion, remember to head to the convening hall where you will recieve a welcome orientation and your bingo cards!
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sonnyboy SUMMER CAMP MORE LIKE FUNNER CAMP AMIRITE
July 1

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Aspen along with other counselors and staff were already at the camp a week ahead of time, for training and making sure the campgrounds were ready for all of the campers this year. Due to their experience, they got out of a lot of the boring training, but it meant they were stuck cleaning up a lot more than usual. But with a good playlist and staff members, it was fine! The real tiring issue was doing homework late at night and oftentimes falling asleep at the desk many nights in their staff dorm, acting as a counselor on one of the dorm floors again this year and getting their own room. It was nice, the problem was students asked them a billion questions the first week as they settled in. A heavy high left their lips as they found themselves in the convening hall, a stack of bingo cards in their hands as they stood at one of the entrance doors.
They had on one of the past year's camp shirts underneath bright red Hawaiian shorts paired with light blue jean shorts and Converse. Every year their Converse got worn down and it wasn't very pleasant to keep on having to get new ones but, there was much of a choice. Thankful they are easy to find when thrifting so it never costs too much. A smile quickly plastered on their face as the first wave of students came, wishing that they maybe had an extra coffee this morning or had one with them.
"Hello, campers! Please take a bingo card and find a seat! Start filling in from the back to the from, leave the first row open!" Aspen shouted, quickly beginning to hand out cards and would continue to shout similarly worded things over the noise of the students.
"Welcome welcome everyone! Find a seat and don't forget a bingo card! If you have any questions, just save them. It will get answered later."
Tired, was all they could think, and hungry. Normally skipping breakfast was no big deal for them but today, it seemed to be the wrong choice, always forgetting how much work this job takes every year. And that also means they were extra hungry. Aspen debated texting the staff group chat to see if someone could bring her something, and maybe some medicine as she had once again, fallen asleep at their desk working, so their next was killing them. They massaged it gently with one hand and simply held out the increasingly dwindling stack of bingo cards for students to simply take, their eyes darting around as they looked for 2 things. Other staffers for the reasons stated before, and any possible troublemakers.
"Hey! You there in the blue! Not you behind you! You need shoes! Go back to your dorm and get them!" they shouted at some random student giving them a look as they attempted to begin to argue and they rolled their eyes. "I could care less what your reason is for not having shoes on you right now, the fact is that you need shoes to be walking around so you need to turn around and go get them. You and your friends are all going to be in the same room, sitting next to them or not will not make any difference during orientation, now go." Aspen shooed the shoeless camper back to their dorm, the dread of having to deal with weird shit like this beginning to settle in. it was always fun until students started to act up.

aspen hayes

counselor

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[Edric Blight]

Jack T Michaelson​

“JT”​

The Quadfather​

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July 1st had finally arrived. That meant it was time for the much dreaded Stanton Band Camp. Well, it was dreaded by Jack at least. Most other students were very much looking forward to band camp. Not Jack though. To him, this was nothing but a way for his father to get rid of him for a little while so he could get a break from Jack’s antics. Band camp was in short, going to be miserably by bunks standards. Jack T Michaelson, or “JT” as he was commonly known by many, was officially going to band camp, whether he liked it or not. The 14 year old incoming high school freshman had no say in the matter. The decision was made by his father and JT was all signed up for band camp, much to JT’s annoyance.

This certainly wasn’t recent news to JT that he’d be forced to attend Stanton’s marching band camp by his father. As much as JT despised the fact that he’d be going to band camp, he wasn’t a quitter. If anything he was an over achiever- a perfectionist to some. The long time percussionist wasn’t new to music at all. He’d been a drummer practically his whole life. JT played the drum set, so marching drums were a whole new ball game. His father had signed him up for the drum line and had picked the instrument he felt JT would be the best at- the tenor drums. Knowing this, JT got a tenor drum practice pad for home and practiced his ass off to master his instrument. He wasn’t going to go to band camp unprepared, that was for damn sure.

JT was your typical rebellious teenaged boy, but he had a special natural talent when it came to music, more specifically, drumming of any sorts. He often came off as uninterested and even cocky thanks to his attitude, which was a turn off for some. But JT was JT, and that wasn’t going to change. He was stubborn and stuck in his ways. He was as determined to get good at his tenor drums as he was determined to hate every second of this wretched summer band camp. A waste of time, that’s all it was to him, short and simple. The 14 year old drummer was ready to make his mark on the Stanton marching band, confident he’d be the best drummer on the drum line there ever was. Overly confident? Maybe, but in all fairness to JT, he did have the talent to back him up.

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On the morning of July 1st, JT was rather unpleasantly woken up bright and early by his father, rushing him out of bed and yelling at him to get ready for band camp. JT groaned and mumbled, even hissing a few expletives under his breath as he dragged himself out of bed and put a shirt on, slipping on some shorts as well for the hot summer day to come ahead of him. He then went downstairs to make himself a quick but filling breakfast. JT needed something in his stomach if he was going to have any energy at band camp later today. Of course, he made sure to complain to his dad about how much he didn’t want to be going to band camp. Unfortunately for JT, he was quickly shut down by his father who told him to quit his belly aching.

Truthfully, JT didn’t know what to expect from band camp. He was an incoming freshman so he hadn’t even experienced high school yet! This would be his first taste of a marching band but JT felt prepared and felt that he had mastered the tenor drums quite well. Surely that’d be more than enough to survive band camp, right? He’d done his fair share of practicing so that none of the section leaders or directors could yell at him for being under prepared. JT felt like he was going to be able to easily cruise through band camp like it was nothing. It couldn’t be so hard, right? Clearly, JT had never heard of drills. He would learn later on that his initial impression of band camp was a underestimation.

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JT sat on the bus silently as it travelled to the camp site. He rolled his eyes thinking of his father’s words. “Try not to be so miserable JT, smile once in a while, would ya?” his dad had said, much to JT’s irritation. There was certainly no smile to be seen on JT’s face as the bus pulled into the camp. He’d sat alone in silence as other students around him excitedly chattered, clearly most of them eager for band camp to begin. He wondered how anyone could possible be looking forward to such a silly thing. JT hadn’t even done a single drill yet or played a single note yet and he already wanted band camp to be over.

The bus parked and the students were soon ushered off of the vehicle. JT sighed as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts and exited the bus. The sun beamed down on him and JT had to squint once he was outside. It was going to be a long and hot summer, he thought to himself. He seemed to be the only one who looked miserable entering the convening hall as the students were guided inside. JT remained silent as he tried to drown out the noise of the crowd of students with his own negative thoughts. This all was some bull shit, he thought. He rolled his eyes as he heard one of the counselors saying something about taking a bingo card.

A bingo card? What the hell was this, a retirement home? The jaded freshman begrudgingly took a bingo card from one of the counselors as he made his way to the back row of seats, plopping himself down in one of the chairs. JT groaned quietly to himself. He already wanted to go home. He then looked down at the bingo card, skimming it over and coming to a grim realization. “Oh brother…” muttered JT under his breath.

This bingo card meant one thing- icebreakers. JT hated icebreakers. They were so stupid and awkward. He rolled his eyes as he put down his bingo card and ran a hand through his soft long brown hair. The convening hall only continued to fill up with students as JT continued to fill himself with a sense of dread. Yep, he was over this. JT was over band camp and it hadn’t even really started.

“This sucks…” muttered JT to himself.

 

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River had woken up bright and early, excited to go to camp this summer again, mostly to escape the nagging of her parents about anything and everything. Dress more feminine, what colleges are you going to tour, what major are you thinking about, you need to get your GPA up, and the constant mid gendering of themself. It was tiring to say the least. River truly had no idea what their plans for their future was going to be. And they also didn’t want to think about it either. It was simply just, too much right now. They had packed all of their things, which seemed to decrease each year somehow, or maybe just better packed and they went down stairs ready to go, hair a fluffy mess, wearing a tee-shirt and jean shorts and felt the judging looks of their family.

“River darling, don’t you want to dress more feminine for the first day?”
“Mom, this is how people dress these days,” they said with a slight eye roll.
“She’s old enough to play with how she dresses. We both did when we were her age.” Their dad said, sitting at the breakfast table sipping a coffee, River stopping dead in their tracks of making a slice of toast.
“Dad….they/them pronouns….please,” River said to only get a gruff ‘humph’ response and they continue about their morning. This is why they were excited for camp.

The car ride to camp was mostly drowned out by River putting on their headphones and blasting music, pretending to be asleep most of the ride as their parents drove, and did actually fall asleep at some point. Yet they were jostled awake what felt like only near moments later, a soft groan coming out of their mouth as River sat up, ridding their eyes as they looked out the window and perked up. They pulled of their headphones and practically jumped out of the car, unloading their things into a cart one do the staff members brought over.

“River…River! You’re coffee! We got you one on the way here,” Their mom said. While their parents did mean well it just, wasn’t what River need sometimes and went back to the car and grabbed the iced coffee from the open window.
“River honey, remember to text and call okay? And be safe, and no boys!” River sighed heavily and just laughed a little.
“Okay okay, Love you mom, love you dad,” they said, then went off to drop their bags off in their dorm before checking to see where oritentaiom was going to be held.

“Convening hall, and bingo, sick,” they mumbled to themself, pushing their hair out of their face walking beside a staffer as they went up to their room. For a little bit, River would toss their bags onto their bed before opening their messages to see which of their friends were here this summer, texting a few as they went down to the cafeteria to grab a snack and meet up with them.

It was loud and noise from the wall from their dorm to the cafeteria, and River was part of the problem, screaming loudly as they saw a few of their trumpet friends, going into a big group hug, fretting and saying hi to each other rather loudly. Grabbing an apple, River looked around to see if they could spot any other of their friends from previous years as they made their way to the convening hall to grab a bingo card and find a seat.

river sawyer

trumpet

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

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Remi Guerrer​

Vocalist
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Remi took a deep breath when the camp came into view. I am nervous, why should i be? She thought to herself. Certainly compared to what she had to deal with just over a year ago, meeting new people should be nothing. Maybe it was because of it, she hadn't lost the mistrust and doubt that came from her time on the street. Not knowing who is friend or foe, who would use her, steal from her. She cursed softly, she had thought she was over it. She even dressed in her female attire, she would normally go male if she was feeling unsafe. She knew it was just jitters logically and that everyone is here just to have fun, learn music and make friends. Knowing it logically and feeling it... It was two different things.


She softly began whispering a french lullaby under her breath as the taxi came to a stop. She paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi, despite her nerves outwardly she was the very model of confident calm. She was dressed in bright blue skinny jeans, torn in the left knee and right thigh, a green tshirt, a patchwork jean jacket over her shoulder and a practical set of black tennis shoes. She took her suitcase from the back and walked into the camp. A bus of younger student seemed to have arrived at the same time and soon she found herself in a line towards the main hall. She could hear about orientation and bingo cards. Bingo Cards? She repeated wordlessly. What is that all about? A game of bingo or was there something more to it.

She eventually picked up a bingo card and looked out at the hall wondering where she would seat. To ease her nerves with something light-hearted, she made noise as she turned her head, like she was some sort of robot and the noise was the machinery in her nect trying to move her. She did not do this softly and she could see some impressed and confused look around her. She smirked as she decided to find a seat closest to the people of her age. She continued making the robotic noises as she moved, making sure her footsteps have an appropriate thud.

 

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ASDFAL;KSDJFK;ASJDSAJ okay I'm here

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Dorian Eliades

Piano Man

Even though he’d only been here for one night, Dorian’s room was already taking on the Pit-like qualities of his regular dorm room. Third year of this, and he hadn’t figured out how to clean up after himself. Good thing he never had anyone over and preferred to visit other people’s rooms. There was no telling what horrors would come out of the Pit to claim lost souls who wandered astray. Not that that didn’t apply to Dorian himself.

He wasn’t running late. He was obviously going to be on time. The problem was that he had no clue where his phone was. Okay, he’d put it on the charger… but why wasn’t the charger in the regular outlet? Geez, he was a mess. His phone had all the names of this year’s incoming pit kids.

Although he was the pit director at this marching band camp, Dorian knew next to nothing about the activity. He’d watched the reality show with his sister, even found a video game about it…? A lot of research had gone into his first summer making sure the front ensemble ran smoothly. Luckily, students tended to respect you if you had a lot of followers on YouTube for making great music. They were especially helpful when it came to figuring out how to go about this. Instinct kicked in for the rest.

It was hard to believe he’d been here for multiple years. His music degree was going well, and his professors were very impressed that he helped out at this camp. Less impressed by his disorganization, but hey, you win some, you lose some.

WAIT. HIS PHONE.

Dorian took a chance and dove into the Pit, barely escaping with his life and his phone. Then he slung his bag over his shoulder and ran out the door, practically sprinting to the auditorium. He was out of breath when he made it, but it was worth it. Some of the returning pit members waved at him from their seats, recognizing why he was breathless from their previous experience with him. Dorian grinned and waved at them, looking forward to another year of inside jokes and cleaning powdered sugar from his donut runs off the marimbas. This job really spoke to him.

Spotting his fellow counselor Aspen, he moseyed on over, grabbing a stack of bingo cards from a conspicuously located table. “No problems yet so far, I hope?” he greeted, spinning to face the incoming wave of campers. Was it just him, or were there more and more of these kids every year?

“Don’t tell anyone I was late? The Pit was yawning especially wide this morning.” He held his hands up in a pleading gesture, despite the bingo cards, and then he fully read them. “Wait, what the heck is this? Do we need to do these, too?” His eyes scanned over the bingo cards, and he laughed. “Oh, this is kinda fun! Maybe I should call the pit together and have us all introduce ourselves with these.”

Leave it to Dorian to think something lame was actually fun.

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Sonya (via text) tamarapasek [OPEN]

Leah Diamond

Saxy Lady

Was it really senioritis if it wasn’t actually her senior year yet?

Leah didn’t want to graduate. She didn’t want marching band to be over. Of course, she was going to attend a college with a marching band, but she also didn’t want to think about that, because ew, growing up and shit. Oop. Stuff. Maybe she could curse in front of her friends and fellow saxophones, but she was never sure how the counselors and band directors would feel about it. College students and adults were weird.

She was going to be both very soon. Yikes. Think of something else, think of something else!!

Her parents were all too happy to drive her to camp every year. Even at Stanton, they were practically royalty, having sent her older sister Lindsay here years prior. Leah loved this band camp, but it was uncomfortable unpacking with them talking about how she should apply here to Stanton for the music program. First, there was no way she would get into any music program with how little she practiced. Second, that was the last thing she wanted to do in college! Marching band? Absolutely. Music as a career? Absolutely not.

Whatever. They were gone now, she could breathe for the next few weeks. Leah knew the drill, being a senior now. Yuck, even that title made her feel old. At least she was section leader and was able to carry on the section traditions. She couldn’t wait to start a game of tag on the field while setting up drill, teach the newbies the handshake, even help with basics! Man, she loved marching band.

Even though she didn’t need it, Leah was tempted to bring her sax to the convening hall. Instead, she slung her neckstrap around her neck and shoved her phone into her pocket. She smiled politely at the counselors and took her bingo card, finding a free row to slump down in. As she stared at the card in her hand, she mentally ran through her marching friends, trying to remember which one of them collected things or liked to dance. Shit.

Whipping out her phone, she shot a text to her tuba friend, Sonya. Girl, remind me. Do you have painted nails? And do we know anyone who’s ambidextrous?

While she waited for a response, she took out a pen and started writing the names of the saxes and other upperclassmen who matched the descriptions. Hey, she was going to introduce herself to the freshmen saxes later. They didn’t need this shit to get to know her.

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JT Edric Blight

Cameron Ashfield

Bonehead

Cameron could go through the whole routine of talking about how his parents practically wouldn’t let him go as they dropped him off at Stanton. He could talk about how he barely unpacked out of excitement and was considering bringing his trombone and sunglasses to recreate the GREATEST meme of all time. Unfortunately, there wasn’t an oven door to slam in the convening hall, so that would have to wait until later. Unless he convinced someone to help him slam the door open and shut…

In any case, Cam rolled up to the whole orientation nonsense, decked out in his best first day outfit and his sunglasses. He was trombone-less, which meant he had approximately ten minutes before the freshmen figured out he was the band’s resident bonehead. Now, the real question was, who to introduce himself to first?

At the door, he grabbed one of the bingo cards. While everyone around him was either hating on them or looking around for a trash can, Cam was sincerely considering doing the icebreaker bit. If he didn’t introduce himself to everyone, how was he to know how to properly entertain everyone in the band? Plus, he liked getting to know new people. It was the spice of life or whatever. That was the saying, right? Ah, well.

As he’d been looking at the card, he’d wandered farther into the room, not necessarily going anywhere. When he looked up, he realized he was on his way to approaching some new kid. Looked like he was having a bad time. Well, that wouldn’t stand! Cam had to go over and talk to him.

Cam believed it was easy to tell which section an incoming freshman was a part of based on the way they dressed and the way they acted. This kid, though, was a bit of a mystery. If he was a betting man—and he wasn’t, at least not in a gambling way—he would’ve guessed the kid was some kind of percussionist. Something about the nervous energy.

“Hey, kid, you new here?” he said with a broad grin on his face. “You look like you hate being here, which is impossible, because this is a parent-free zone, and doesn’t everybody love those?” That one usually worked. His parents were great and all, but every teenager needed some space from them. The only way to grow up, you know?

“Don’t stress so much about the bingo, nobody’s expecting you to actually do it. If you need help, though, you can cross off the only child bit. That’s me.” Giving the guy a two-finger salute, Cam added, “Cameron at your service. Bet you can’t guess what section I’m in!”

What a great first impression. There was no way this kid wouldn’t be his friend now!

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[Edric Blight]

Jack T Michaelson​

“JT”​

Tenor Drummer​

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JT sat miserably, believing he was “too cool” for this place. Surely nothing good was going to come of these silly bingo card icebreakers. Just when JT didn’t think things could get any worse, suddenly, someone walked over to where he was sitting and began to talk to him. JT raised his eyebrows and looked up at the guy speaking to him, looking almost stunned as he listened. This dude looked to be a bit older than JT himself- certainly not a freshman. As the kid went on taking, JT’s brows slowly furrowed as he looked at the guy with a confused expression on his face. As the guy went on, JT felt himself internally cringe. Man, this dude was cringey, thought JT. But at this point, what wasn’t considered “cringey” by the jaded teen?

When the guy had finally finished, introducing himself as Cameron, JT closed his eyes briefly and exhaled, rubbing his temples as if he had been so busy and stressed all day, admittedly a bit dramatically. “Hmph, good… that’s a relief…. Not like I was planning on doing them anyways…” muttered JT as he scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. He then looked up at Cameron. “Yea I’m new, what does it look like to you?” said JT with some unneeded attitude. “And judging by that fruity get-up, if I had to guess, I would say you’re apart of one of those dorky brass sections,” remarked JT, smirking as he finished his insulting sentence, seemingly throughly pleased with his snippy comment.

 

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Aspen would go from talking to slowly and mindlessly handing out bingo cards to students, now that students were filing in there was no need to yell any instruction, as even if they didn’t listen, any sense of order was completely out the window by this point, glancing into the hall, seeing the seats be more and more filled and they took a deep breath, wondering how there were just this many kids at a single camp. Was working and going to school worth it? With the growing neck pain, it didn’t seem like it.

Yet soon enough they were drawn from their thoughts and dread when a familiar voice pierced their conscience and they looked over to Dorian and smiled slightly towards them, thankful for someone to keep them awake for now. Aspen was positive they might have fallen asleep standing up, trying to finish to class's worth of discussion posts for the week. He was for sure very late but Aspen could care less, he was for sure a step ahead of themself.

“Problems? No, there was a kid who forgot their shoes though,” they started, chucking as he asked them not to tell anyone he was late then almost immediately got distracted by the bingo cards and shook their head.

“No, we don’t have to do these if you don’t want to, also, I’m not sure everyone would enjoy doing this as an introduction activity, not that anyone enjoys them to begin with,” they said, setting their sack of bingo cards down as there seemed to be a bit of a break with students.

“Also, I won’t tell anyone you are late unless you can get me 1 of three things,” they started. “Medicine, my neck is killing me, food cause I forgot breakfast and I’m hungry, or coffee, cause I’m tired,” they said, mostly joking but a part of them was a bit serious but then just laughed it off, they would fine, at least for now. “Kidding of course, anyways, excited for this year? I am, minus the fact I’m taking summer classes too,” they said, students passing by them into the hall and Aspen quickly forced bingo cards into their hands as they tried to slip by without grabbing them.

aspen hayes

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Dorian

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