Realistic or Modern Straight Camp

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Boarding The Buses

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The campers are at the drop off station. Your character looks around to see kids leaving their parents. Some look pissed, some look confused, and some are even crying. What’s your reaction at the drop off?



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[KingofAesir]

Tessa King

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Tessa flung her hands up into the air avidly as she flew around her bedroom trying to find her favorite t-shirt. If she was going anywhere she needed that shirt, it was her comfort object. The squawks of that damn bird could be heard from her upstairs room. She hated that bird. Hated it with a passion.


“Are you just going to sit there and pout the whole way there?” Trace glanced at his daughter in the seat next to him. Tessa clenched her jaw, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. “Yes. I don't know why the hell your sending me to this damn camp. Nothing's going to “fix” me, Trace. You were perfectly fine with it before.” The dark haired man shook his head, making a right turn before speaking again. “I was wrong, Tess. You can be fixed and this place is going to fix you. I'm only doing this because I love you.” Because I love you. Yea, right. Tessa didn't answer him, she just huffed indifferently and laughed a little. Because you love me, huh? That what she said too.


They'd stopped at a convenient store a couple of miles from where the drop off was supposed to be. Tessa had immediately retreated to the bathroom where Trace couldn't ow her. Inside she leaned against the sink and stared herself down in the mirror, her cold eyes looked tired and bloodshot, her dark hair was flying everywhere underneath the cap that sat atop her head. She looked like she hadn't slept for days. Which she hadn't, she couldn't sleep, not when every damn time she closed her eyes all she saw was him and his bleeding nose, or her and her little white lies and untruthful I love you's. When they left the convenient store, Tessa had unshed tears clouding her vision.


Her father had tried to make conversation on the rest of the way there, but Tessa had only answered him with short, emotionless sentences. When they were at least half a mile from the drop off her father asked a question that startled her,”Are you gonna be okay here?” Tessa looked at him like he's grown two head, or more like four. “What?” She choked, her eyebrows creasing. Trace looked at her with what she swore was sympathy in his eyes. Had he finally realized he was wrong? “Are you going to be okay here?” He repeated, his eyes traveling back to the road. Tessa nodded very slowly,”Yea, I'll be fine.” Trace simply grunted, running a hand through his hair very cautiously,”Good, there's no telling how long you'll be here.” There it was, that malice in his voice that she had been waiting for. Nothing had changed. When the drop off came into site, Tessa was glad she wouldn't see him for god knows how long.


Stepping out of her fathers truck, bag on her arm, Tessa didn't bother to tell her father goodbye she just began walking forward toward whrre she could see several others being dropped off. She figured some homophobe counselor would arrive soon to round up all the little gay kids and “fix” them. Maybe she could pretend to be straight just to get out of here? No, she didn't think she could even fake it. Guys were gross. Girls were not. Girls were softer, sweeter, more fun and all around just better. So, unfortunately, there would be no faking it.


Tessa glanced around curiously at the others, some seemed completely pissed off, similar to herself, others just looked...indifferent. She scuffed the tip of her converse on the ground, this was literally going to be a living hell. Nevertheless, she boarded the bus and plopped down into a seat two from the back, eyes trailing to the window where they would most likely stay for the rest of the ride.

 

[Tryss]

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[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Lena Markey

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Lena sighs as she pulls a sweater over her head and gets dress. It was time for her to go to what she liked to call 'Hell Camp'. She was packing the last of her bags and was also packing up her room. Lena look outside and saw Jasper and she shook her head telling him to stay where he is. Jasper wasn't allowed to come with her and she knew that they would hurt him if he did follow them so she told him to stay home this time. She was serious about leaving this place. As soon as she gets back from this camp. She was gone and no one was gonna stop her. "Lena let's go now! ", Her adopted father Jack says strongly and sternly. She sighs and grabs her bag and walks downstairs to her doom.


They had been on the road for almost 2 hours now and they were nearing the drop off place. They stopped a couple times to pray or to grab something to eat and trust her when they stopped to pray. They weren't prayers for their forgiveness. It was for hers. And she was made to pray to and she hated every minute of it because it was wrong. She shouldn't be having to asked for forgiveness from god because she did literally nothing wrong. In fact, they should be asking for forgiveness.


They are the ones wanted to 'fix' or 'cure' her when nothing and she says again nothing is wrong. She is as normal as she can get. Just because she is straight as a curly fry doesn't mean that she's 'sick' or something. Maybe they should taste the skittle fucking rainbow. Lena was joyful when they stopped for snacks because that's when they allowed her to get out and away from them. Those sweet 20 minutes were the happiness of that trip for her. She couldn't want to get back and get away from them..for good.


Lena arrives at the drop off bus station in Crowley, Texas. She gets out the car with her bag. She was used to moving around and having to pack up quick so her bag was lightweight with only the needed things. She hated that she had to do this. Mary and Jack looked at her and sighs "You be ok now. You gonna get the help you need and we can be a proper family again."


Lena stares at them and laughs "Screw you two. You just can't accepted me or my love so screw you. You aren't my parents anyway. You are just two people trying to fill you empty void of a heart with me. Well guess what as soon as I get out of this place, you two are dead to me. I don't want you as parents if you can't accept something different. " She says softly as she walks away from them. She gets on the bus and goes to the back.


Lena sighs and sits down. She takes out a picture of her brother and looks at it. "I'm gonna see again Liam, I promise." She closes her eyes and lean back onto the seat trying to forget where she was and why she is here. All she wants to do now is be with Liam and Jasper. Where she will have a true family finally. Something that she hadn't had since Lena was 6. Something she needs now.


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[JoelHPIS]

Joel was almost silent the entire way to the bus station. He hated this. His mother even felt the urge to drop him off to make sure he actually went. What an embarrassment. He did not appreciate this one bit. He was sat in the car in the bus station, singing to himself to try and calm his nerves about meeting new people.


"Joel quit that singing. I told you, you aren't going into music." His mother told him. Yeah right, he wasn't going into music. Bullshit.


"I am. Fuck off. Don't make me come here." He spat right back.


"It's for your own good."


"Bullshit."


The teen had angrily got out of the car, about done with all the arguing. He couldn't stand it. A least it would only be arguing while they were here. They were in public after all. He sighed and grabbed his things and put his guitar case on his back. Which he had refused to leave without. He walked off, heading towards the station. He hated buses too. Too many people. He saw the crowds and felt like doing a runner right there and then. But he knew his mother would shoot him if he did.


Joel began to lose his anger towards his mother, replacing it with anxieties. He didn't want to do this. As much as he hated his mother, at least he knew what to expect. He knew her. He couldn't deal with lots of new people at once. He had been known to break down because of meeting new classes and the like. So this was very daunting. He didn't want to seem weird either for being so anxious. Strange how he could perform in front of people, but talking simply wasn't an option.


He was shaking as he climbed onto the bus. He didn't know where to sit or what to do. Did he talk to someone? Did he sit alone? He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before heading to the end of the bus. He sat in a seat a few from the back, in front of another guy. Maybe if he at least stayed near other guys he would be okay. That was his theory.

 

[thegreathero]

Lane stared out the window at the scenery flying by, earbuds wrapped around her hand as she listened to her mother exclaim beside her. This was their first time in Texas, and the woman was having the time of her life admiring the scenery from the back of their taxi. On the opposite side of the backseat, Lane was trying to suppress a headache from the two hour plane flight they’d stepped off less than an hour ago. She uttered the occasional noise to affirm that she was paying attention to her mother’s chatter, but otherwise gave no indication of listening at all. It went unnoticed as her mother spoke, seemingly not needing to pause for breath.


“Oh, here we are! STOP HERE, PLEASE!” The driver was already pulling over, but Lane’s mother tapped on the back of his seat anyway, a nervous expression on her face as she addressed him. The whole drive had been like that: from the moment she had hesitated to get into the taxi with the turbaned man in front till now, the woman kept shooting fearful glances at him and clutching her purse, as though he would simply let go of the wheel and lunge at her any moment. It was clear from the way he eyed her that he would rather touch a dead rat than anything in her possession, but she was too caught up in her fears to notice.


“THANK YOU VERY MUCH,” Ms West said once they were safely outside, bowing to the man while speaking very loudly. Once she moved away to grab Lane’s bags from the boot, Lane pulled out her wallet and paid the man, slipping in a large tip. “Sorry for the trouble.”


“No problem." The man flashed her a smile. "So, is she your… mother?” He shot a glance at the woman fumbling with the boot door, clearly not biologically related to the girl in any way. Lane simply pressed her lips together and he backed up. “Sorry, sorry. It’s none of my business, right?”


Lane shrugged.


He smiled up at her, seemingly determined to make conversation. “My name’s Anand. So, what’s with the big gathering?”


“Uh, Lane.” She paused for a second. “The buses are for St Joseph’s Christian camp.”


“Ah.” The light dimmed in his eyes as he took that in. “Correction camp?”


Lane stayed silent. He obviously knew the answer. There was an awkward pause- or maybe a thoughtful one, she wasn’t sure- before he spoke again.


“My brother went to a correction camp,” he said. His face was open with this information. Vulnerable. She realised with a start he couldn't be older than 20. “Dad forced him to after he found him with his boyfriend. He’s... he's never been the same since.”


Anand gave her a searching look, and she shifted at the intensity of it. There was a magnitude of grief behind that gaze that she couldn't possibly understand. Discomfort prickled her skin; he reeled in the look with an apologetic smile. “Well, I just wanted to warn you. It’s your choice. Let me know how it goes, yeah?”


Lane stared at him. “... I don’t have your number,” she pointed out, not sure what else to say. A loud curse behind the car startled both of them, followed by the sound of her mother rattling the boot latch impatiently. “Also, I think the boot is locked.”


“Oh, right.” He pressed a button under the console. Her mother stumbled back as the door suddenly swung back with her yank and Anand grinned; an easy invitation for Lane to laugh with him. “My mistake! Sorry about that, ladies.”


A pin dropped in her gut. "Thanks for the ride," she told him, and retreated to her mother's side. The woman looked fit to burst as she tugged two duffel bags and a backpack out of the boot. “You-!” She whirled around to face the boy, finger already raised for possibly the scolding of his lifetime, but Lane cleared her throat to draw her attention.


“Mom, let’s just go. The buses are leaving soon. I want to say goodbye properly.”


Immediately the woman’s attention shifted to her, eyes going misty at the sentimental words as Lane knew they would. She wrapped an arm around her daughter, not noticing how she tensed. Glancing back, Lane saw that Anand's expression was confused and tense before he visibly shrugged it off. Shooting her a grateful salute for the save, he drove off. It looked like her mother would have to find someone else to drive her back to the airport.


“I'm going to report that creep, I swear. How inappropriate! Did you catch his name, darling?”


Lane shook her head and felt her mother’s disappointment roll off her back in waves.


“Hmph. Well, I’ll look into it at home.” She probably wouldn’t think to look up more specific details than ‘man with turban’ before giving up. For once, Lane was grateful for her mother's ignorance.


The sound of chatter, bawling, and outraged yelling got louder and louder as they approached the buses. Lane wondered how many people here were like Anand's brother, and how many were like her. A man's voice rose in anger nearby, triggering more voices to spike around him. She shut her eyes and breathed deep, shutting them out.


“There are so many people here! It’s shocking to think there’s so many teens embracing the gay lifestyle today nowadays...” Her mother craned her head around to gawk as they joined the crowd surrounding the buses. She shuddered. “You’d never think it just from looking at them... You’ll be keeping all of them in your prayers too, right, Laney?”


“Sure, mom.”


Lane stopped next to her bus and waited as her mother kissed her forehead and bid her farewell. Her face was impassive as usual, but her grip on her bag straps tightened infinitesimally as she bore the affection. She zoned out of the emotional speech that came next, choosing to instead focus on the sun beating down on her face, on the sound of goodbyes all around her filled with heartbreak and vitriol and barely concealed threats.


Fix yourself.


Come back better or don’t come back at all.


Her mother cradled her cheeks, looking down at her with a sparkle in her eyes. “I love you, Laney. You’re a wonderful girl, and I know this will be a good experience for you. I’ll see you in month! Call me every night, okay? Let me know how it goes.”


Don’t disappoint me.


“I will.”


Lane hefted her belongings under the bus and climbed aboard.

 

[LastRomeo]

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The car had been silent for a disturbingly long time. It had been nearly a half an hour since they had left their hotel in Texas for the bus station and no one had said a word to each other. The atmosphere was reasonably tense, as it had been in the house for the past week. It seemed like her parents didn't know how to approach her, knowing this new information about her. Perhaps they expected her to talk to them, or act like the sweet daughter they had always known. However, they had been mistaken. Unfortunately, this assumption only led to awkward silence and tense glances shared between her parents.


She stopped focusing on them a while ago, preferring the passing landscape of the unfamiliar state. She really should've expected a place so horrifying would be in Texas. It didn't improve any of her thoughts about her situation. Now she'd be sweating while being told that she'll burn in hell. Great.


She didn't want to think about anything, if she was being truthful. However, stressed and nervous thoughts could not stop penetrating her usually sunny mind. The only bright side she could really find was that there'd probably be a whole bunch of pretty gay girls there, but she couldn't kid herself into thinking that she'd be allowed to go closer than a yard away from any of them. In all honesty, she probably wouldn't be able to work herself up to get that close anyway. If anything, the thought had admittedly made her blush a little, but that could've just been the heat.


She knew that they had arrived by the agitated voices coming through the cracked car window first, then by the cautious murmuring in the front seat as they slowed down. They were probably surprised that there were so many kids like her. Her father got out of the car first, but her mother made no movement towards the handle of the passenger door, and only a strained smile came her way as Mina left the car herself. She was probably still angry, even if she never said so. Her mother was always the more serious, more religiously active of the two. Mina knew that she was the one who suggested the camp. Her mother hadn't even looked her in the eyes since the incident, so it was as obvious as if she had yelled it from the rooftops.


The morning heat had suddenly become apparent as she exited the car. Perhaps the extra sweatshirts she had packed just in case she needed them would go unused. She knew it wasn't the time to think of such trivial things, but it was this or think about her upcoming doom. She'd rather think about her overpacking. Speaking of packing, her father had handed her the luggage that she had brought from home. What she would give to be back at home right now, she couldn't name. He gave her something that resembled a hug before nodding towards the buses, telling her to go. She thinned her lips, deciding to stay quiet and just leave. There was no use in arguing, and if she opened her mouth she had a feeling that she would end up crying. So, with the wheels of her suitcases rolling behind her, she boarded one of the buses, sitting in a random seat in the back, near one of the windows. The atmosphere had not changed from one vehicle to the other, and Mina could not help but feel scared and tense.

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[Suzumaki Arakai]

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"Jesus, where is that boy?" A short woman with a sun-kissed complexion sat in the passenger's seat of an old 1967 Shelby Mustang. She was bent forward, staring through the driver's seat window at the front door to her two story house. When a tall, and might I say very handsome, young man appeared - walking with a rather comical goof in his step, she rolled her eyes and leaned back. Cadence spun around and presented his outfit to his mother with a bright, toothy smile before finally entering the vehicle, "Well?" He asked, resting a hand on the steering wheel.


Without any remorse, the mother sent her son a look of disgust, "What are you wearing?" Her tone was hateful, sending one of Cade's eyebrows sky high as he cupped a hand over his heart, "Mother. I take offense."


"Well, honey, you look like you're dressed for winter. We're going to Texas, not... not Alaska, dear." The corners of her mouth twitched into a small smile as she joked. Cadence pulled down his visor and flipped up the cover to the mirror. He bared his teeth at his own reflection, making sure they were as clean as they were when he left the bathroom just moments ago. Then, with a preppy roll of the head, he fluttered his eyelashes at his mother, "Mom. I look hot. And I am dressing for winter, 'cause I'll tell you now... them counselors are gonna be coooold as hell."


"Oh my gaaad." She laughed and buried her face in one of her hands, shaking her head, "Stop actin' like that, son. Had I not known already, I'd be assumin' you're gay."


"Tch..." Cadence clicked his tongue and bobbed his head to the side, reaching down into the center console of the car and pulling out a pack of Marlboro blacks, "I am gay, mom." He shot her a shiny smile and popped one of the little bad boys between his lips. When he did, his mother's jaw dropped and she began repeatedly slapping him in the arm, "Get that!... Out!... Of your... mouth!"


"Mmmh! F- Shit, mom!?" The cigarette fell from his mouth and into the floor - He stared at the woman with wide eyes, hugging himself in defense. "The hell is wrong with you, woman?" Elaine's eyes darted out the driver's window. She stared her house down for a very brief moment before sighing, "Wait until we're pulled out first." Cade's eyes followed hers - he looked at his parent's bedroom window on the second floor - then with a sarcastic tone, he picked his cigarette back up and returned it between his lips, "Right. Because dad's gonna charge out here and shove a bar of soap down my throat in the middle of REM sleep." He turned the key to the car and shook his head as it started up.


His mother scoffed while buckling up, "I'm just being cautious- Buckle up." She demanded, and Cade did just as told. "You're just being paranoid." As they drove slowly around the circular, graveled driveway, he searched aimlessly for a lighter - patting around like a blind man. Seeing this, Elaine raised a brow and rolled her eyes. "Both hands on the wheel, son." She reached into her purse and pulled out a plain white lighter, lighting the small stick of tobacco for her barely underage son.


"Thank you, m'lady." Cadence mumbled. It wasn't thirty minutes before they reached town and started down the interstate, music pouring ever so gently from the radio. The teen was no longer smoking, and Elaine sat staring out her window. When Cade let out a long yawn, her attention was taken, "You want me to drive?" She asked.


"...Mom, I haven't been drivin' for even an hour yet. Just 'cause I yawn once or twice don't mean I'm fallin' asleep." He argued, and Elaine's hands were raised - she lowered her head and closed her eyes, "Alright, alright. I was just offerin'. It'll be a long drive before we're there."


"It won't be that long. We left at- what? Four?"


"Mhm."


"Right. We should get there at, like... five or six. PM time, or whatever they call it."


Eventually the car grew silent - or as silent as it could with the radio playing; even it was quiet. The mother was off in a gentle sleep while Cade remained focused on the road ahead, once again smoking a black and bobbing his head lousily to the music. The sun was just starting to rise. It's head peaked over the mountainsides and trees, greeting fellow drivers and forcing them to down their visors to avoid temporary blindness. "Aye, mom-"


"Cadence, how do you feel about all of this?" Elaine interrupted, sending her son back with blinking eyes. He glanced at the road then back at her a few times before managing to spit out a few words, "What's this about? What do you mean, how do I feel?"


"Well... you're acting so calm about it- About the camp, or program, I don't know. You haven't said anything about it." The look on his mother's face was that of guilt. It showed plain as day. Cade grew quiet while searching for something to say. He flicked his cigarette out the window then rolled it up, gripping the steering-wheel with both hands and shrugging, "Uhm... well?... Dad said it was either this or the military camp. This just seems easier, and it's not as long. The only thing that bothers me is the fact that I won't make it to the tournament..." He clicked his tongue, "I was workin' hard for that."


"I know... If I had more authority on the matter, I wouldn't have made you choose anything. I just wish you'd take responsibility for your actions and look out for your child."


"Eeeeeeeeh... heh... You mean, Brianna's child?"


"See, that's your problem."


"Well- Mom, I don't want a kid."


"Then you should have thought of that before screwing her!"


"Don't get so butthurt- Calm-"


"Ew! Don't say butthurt. It's so weird coming from my homosexual son." A light laugh danced with Elaine's words, forcing a smile upon Cadence's face as well. He glanced at her with a "WOW" expression, then focused back on the road, "Wha... Mom, please. Me being gay is like a one way ticket only kind of thing. There's nothing of access down there. I don't get butthurt... I do the butthurting." Cadence practically gagged on his own speech, and Elaine did the same. She flung her hands around and kicked her feet, squealing in amusement and disgust, "Ew, ew, ew!!! Cadence stop!"


The two fell into a moment of laughter before growing quiet again. And it wasn't much longer before Elaine spoke up, always being the one to strike an argument, "I just wish you'd understand how much you'd actually come to love that little girl... all it takes is a few minutes for you to grow attached." Cadence remained hushed. "Why won't you take responsibility?" She persisted. "...Brianna's a good girl."


"I don't see why this is such a big deal. I'm not going to get with Brianna. I offered to pay child support, but you and dad still weren't happy. I can't please you guys on everything- I mean, I don't ask for much, so why can't you just leave me be on this?"


"It's just that... you're going to be eighteen soon, and I don't want you walking out on your own with regrets."


"The only thing I regret is having met Brianna, and the kid." His words sparked tiny tears in the mother's eyes. She focused her gaze out the window and sighed, "Her name is Candice..."


Eventually, with Cadence in the passenger seat and Elaine behind the wheel, the Shelby Mustang slowed to a stop. Around the area were several teens and large buses, and Cade looked as though he didn't know what sleep was. His eyes were lidded and expression drowsy. Reaching into the backseat and grabbing his suitcase, which was packed before this post began, he sent his mother a look that said "what happens, happens" with a tilt of the head and click of the tongue. "Behave." It was the last thing she said before she watched her son leave the vehicle, now walking like he actually has some sense and no longer hopping like a goofball.


Cadence took in his surroundings with a stoic expression, holding his bag lazily over his shoulder. "...Because a homo holocaust is gonna turn these kids straight. This camp is like... sticking a dog into a pen of raw steak and telling it not to dig in. You didn't see the Jews changing who they were when the Nazis claimed their destruction the final solution. This shit's /fucked/ up." He thought sarcastically, casually making his way towards one of the buses and stealing a middle seat on it. He pulled his phone from his case, as well as a cheap set of headphones, and indulged himself in some shitty default music. Being too lazy to buy real shit to listen to has led to Cadence listening to his phone's default music on several occasions to avoid small talk.


@(Sorry for how shitty this post is, lol. I had a better idea for it before being called into work. It's really rushed because I'm tired. To see some pics of Cade, just click his name at the very top.)

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Counselor:

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Mentioned Characters: Ryan and Andrew Parker


Tags: @Iskolde @Tryss @DreamsAreForDreamers @JoelHPIS @thegreathero @LastRomeo @Suzumaki Arakai
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Ten minutes passed of the drop off and everyone began to reach their assigned buses. While the cars began to disappear, a couple of voices yelling could be heard outside. The teenagers started to look outside of the bus curiously, wondering what was going on. Two twins were standing outside with their father. One of them had tears in their eyes, looking completely hurt by the words thrown at him. The other one looked outraged, his fists squeezing together as if he was going to fight.


“It’s not fair, Dad! I’ve dealt with this sick shit of him being gay, but you want me to go to a camp filled with other gay dudes!?”


The father seemed the mediator of the three trying to calm down both boys. “Okay Ryan, I get why you’re upset. Your mother insists that Andrew would go.” He motioned towards Andrew, the other twin. “However, I don’t want him to face this alone. So you need to keep an eye out for him-”


“So you’re saying that I have to sleep around a bunch of homos for his benefit!? This is heaven on fucking earth for Andrew, but all the chicks are gay here too. So how the fuck am I supposed to have fun this summer?! Huh?!” Their father walked towards the other twin who was crying hysterically.


“D-Dad...please don’t make me go…”


“Son, don’t worry. Your brother is going to protect you, okay?”


“T-That’s not the point…” Andrew mumbled watching his father turn to say goodbye to both of them.


“Be sure to send letters. Bye boys!” He waved before walking in the car and driving off.


Ryan glared over at his twin angrily. “This is your fucking fault.” He roughly pushed his brother on the ground. “You ruined my life! I'm uncultured like you deserve a lesson.”


A counselor nearby overhears the altercation and ran over. Steven was holding a clipboard then nearly dropped it while breaking in between them, pushing back Ryan. “H-hey now! No fighting on our grounds. That’ll be one of the rules, okay?” He reached down helping up Andrew then quickly letting go as if he was uncomfortable with holding hands with him. Andrew looked mortified before heading to the assigned bus he belonged to, right behind his brother.


He followed the twins into the bus then smiled over at all of the grim faces. This was not going to be easy at all, but he’ll at least try.


“Good morning, campers! How’s everyone doing today?” Almost everyone on the bus shot him a look, a look that would burn his soul if he stared for too long. “Erm okay! Great!” He laughed nervously before looking at the clipboard. “We’re going to open up with a word of prayer and you guys can ask whatever questions you like about the camp while departing.” Scanning through the faces, his eyes land on a green eyed boy with tattoos who looked intimidating. Oh shit. “Bow your heads, please.” Steven quickly said while bowing his own and closing his eyes. “Dear Lord, we come to you as one…”

 

[Tryss]

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[KingofAesir]

Tessa King

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Tessa couldn't help but laugh a little at the boys outburst. She hadn't really expected someone to freak on a counselor so early, but she wasn't complaining. Tessa didn't want to pray either, but she wasn't about to shout at this counselor dude. She wanted to save the getting in trouble for…later.


Sly lips curled into a smile and Tessa raised herself a bit higher in the seat so she could see over it. Hazel eyes swept across the bus, stopping on several girls in the process. Hmm…no, too much makeup. They moved to another. Nope, her hair is purple. No purple haired girls for me. They finally landed on a head on dark hair in front of her, a girl who seemed to be looking at a picture of some dude. Tessa leaned over the back of the seat speaking quietly, “Missing someone, honey?”


Tessa's eyes glanced at the girls face next to hers, she's pretty. Her charm cranked up to 300% percent and her signature side smirk adorned her face. If she was going to be stuck at a camp with a bunch of gay girls, there was no way in hell she wasn't going to take advantage of an opportunity that had practically slapped her in the face. As of now, her father would probably be shaking his head with that disappointed look in his eyes. She could see him now, that damn bird perched on his arm. But that didn't matter, he wasn't here.


He couldn't stop her.


As a matter of fact, no one could prevent her from flirting with a pretty girl when she saw one. Not even a counselor. This damn place was horrible, and it violated so many human rights that it was crazy. These counselors where supposed to be Christians, but didn't the bible also say to treat your neighbor like you'd treat yourself? You couldn't call yourself Christian and not follow that rule. So, these people weren't what they say they are. Their just a bunch of whack jobs who take the whole, “A man shall not lay with another man, and a woman shall not lay with another woman.”, way out of proportion. If she was going to hell because she liked girls, then let her go to hell it wasn't anybody else's damn problem.


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[JoelHPIS]

Joel was quiet as he watched the events unfold before him. Some brothers that had been fighting, and a man who split them up. With added insult. The teen narrowed his eyes, not happy with the comments. He bit his lip, wanting to say something, but was scared of getting himself into trouble.


Truth be told, Joel was very anxious in social situations, minus with music. However, when it came to another's welfare or something he cared about, he would fight. He somehow gained that confidence and stood up for what he believed in. Which was very strange to his teachers since he would be shaking whenever they asked him a question, but would openly argue a point when he didn't agree with it. The teen was just afraid of being hurt. However, his own selflessness overpowered that when it came to something he cared about.


He would fight for this kid.


But he was beaten to it. He turned around to see the guy behind him arguing the exact same case. Joel smiled a little, glad someone else would fight too. And that he didn't really have to speak. But he still would show his support.


"I agree." He said, quiet but he could be heard.


Nobody would have expected it from him. He was small and fairly feminine to a point. He straightened his hair and loved animals. He was fairly feminine. However, he also had a second side only his friends knew about. A less shy side. With his friends, he would happy play fight and mess around. He could hold his own to an extent, despite how he looked. Fooled people. He was just often too scared to do it. But with his friends, he knew he was safe.


The same happened in relationships. Joel would happily be either role. He preferred to mix it up a bit. He liked being dominant at times and submissive at other times. He could really do with a partner who would also do both.


He felt a bottle hit him pretty hard and looked up, irritated at a group who seemed bulkier and typical bullies. He sighed and was going to move on, but they laughed and started calling him names.


"Fuck off!" He yelled in annoyance, only to gain their attention more. They approached him, one sitting beside him.


"What did you say kid?"


"Just leave me alone."


The guy beside him pushed him against the window, making the smaller teen try to pull him off. This could get bad...

 

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Counselor:

Steven


Mentioned Characters: Ryan and Andrew Parker


Tags: @Iskolde @Tryss @DreamsAreForDreamers @JoelHPIS @thegreathero @LastRomeo @Suzumaki Arakai
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When the tattooed male made the outburst, everyone looked shocked. The bus was filled with silence as he ranted on about the counselor being guilty of homophobia was well. Steven began to widen his eyes hearing the boy say such things. Before he could respond, Ryan could be heard stomping from the back as if he was going to run towards Cameron and hit him. Andrew and Steven caught the twin just in time, holding him back.


"The fuck you say to me?!" He growled still trying to reach him.


"Ryan! Stop!" His brother pleaded managing to keep him back for this long. "Please sit down, we'll get in trouble."


Ryan glared over at Cameron, chest heaving slightly. He was livid at the fact he would say that. It wasn't because Cameron was gay, it was because his brother was gay. He didn't want to imagine his brother doing those...things. Finally falling back, Ryan began to walk towards the back. His angry eyes were still on Cameron. "Don't make me catch you alone, bitch."


Steven shot a glare at the violent twin until he took a seat. "No violence guys. You're gonna get me in trouble. You're lucky you don't have Br..." Before he could finish the name, he stopped figuring that they'll come to that hell when they meet him. The young adult sighed, now that the morning prayer is ruined.


Andrew watched his brother sit down then jumped a little when Cameron asked him to sit next to him. Oh, he probably looked a mess. His eyes were puffy and his nose is red. Andrew nodded shyly before moving to sit next to him.


"Ah, ah, ah!" Steven stopped the male, slightly starling him. "Everyone is in a separate seat. We got plenty of room."


"Oh...sorry." The other twin sheepishly replied before sitting in the seat behind Cameron. Ryan noticed this and moved to the seat behind Andrew, forcing some guy to get up.


Steven checked the clipboard. He hears a walkie talkie signal go off, causing him to smile in relief. Thank fuck. "We're rolling, guys! Any questions?"

 

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[JoelHPIS]

Joel had managed to get the awful people away from him and now sat impatiently in silence. He heard the comment from behind him and almost lost it. Today was not his day. His typically shy and quiet demeanor was gone as he turned and looked at this guy behind him.


Damn he was hot. No, he had to focus. He wasn't just a little wimp. He had to hold his own.


"Depends who else pisses me off. Or if I leave first." He said, annoyance clear in his tone. He was defensive. It was mainly caused by his mother, and how she ridiculed him for being feminine and weak. He wasn't, he was just shy. He wanted that point across before more bullying started.


The impatient teen was looking at the kid beside the guy behind him and smiled a little.


"Hey, don't cry. Show em you're better them em." He encouraged. Of course he would do that, when he could never keep that promise himself.


@Tryss @MikkiAli

 

[DreamsAreForDreamers]

Lena Markey

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Lena looks at the twins and then shakes her head saying "Family shouldn't act like that towards each other." She didn't know the whole bus can hear her especially after two other boys outburst. She looks up feeling eyes on her and sighs and says "You two are obviously brothers and just because your brother is gay doesn't give you the right to treat him like that. He's still your family and one day, you are going to regret saying that towards him and as you beg him for forgiveness but he just walks away. You are going to be the one crying not him. So I'm not gonna say you shouldn't say that because you made your choice but you also made your brother's choice. " She said simply as she turns away and looks at the picture of her brother until a girl talked to her


She looks up at the girl and says "Maybe but it isn't you." She shakes her head at herself when she reflects back on herself. They were both in the same condition and so why the hell that she was acting so cold to whom could be her only friend during this 'camp'. Lena looks at the girl again and says "My name is Lena. And yes sometimes I can be idiotic and snap at people who are just trying to make conversation. I realize our situation and I think the girls of this camp should stick together."


Lena looks at the window ignoring the praying and the stupid workers of this camp, trying to fix what cannot be fix. "We are screwed you know. " She whispers to the girl "I do believe that this 'camp' is gonna get bad and when it does, we're screwed because you and I both know that our sexuality is a fact not an opinion. Unless my gaydar is wrong which it usually not. " She was thinking way too hard and knew that she is taking a risk with this girl but something about her makes her want to talk to her. Rather it's the feeling that she knows how it feels to not have a family or the fact that she's hot but she is gonna take a chance once in her life because she may never have another chance like this.


She sure hope not. She isn't being pushed into gay camp again.


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@MikkiAli


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[KingofAesir]

Tessa chuckled at Lena's response to her,"Aww, I liked the sass though. It's cute." She jumped out of her seat and plopped down next to Lena in hers. "Names Tessa, most people call me Tess." Tessa ran a hand through dark hair with a sigh. Make friends, Tessa, make friends and you'll be just fine. "I agree, girls have always gotta stick together. But I think some of the guys here could be pretty cool too." She shrugged, glancing down at her hands.


If she wasn't in the situation she was in, Tess would probably flirt the hell out of this girl. But, with these homophobe asswipe counselors walking around, she couldn't do that without most likely getting in trouble. "You wouldn't be wrong about the gaydar thing. I'm completely and unquestioningly gay." Tess laughed. She huffed inwardly, a little flirting couldn't hurt, could it? No, probably not. "So, tell me, Lena. How did one such as yourself end up here, how'd your parents find out? I told mine, well, my dad at least. He was fine with it at first and as you can see, not so much now." Her eyes found her hands again, hiding her face behind a veil of ink colored hair.


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Lena: @DreamsAreForDreamers


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[thegreathero]

Lane kept her gaze on the window as the noise levels rose in the bus. The source was a couple of boys arguing as a counsellor tried to separate them, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. She tuned out when it reached her; it was none of her concern.


As she put her earplugs in, she wondered if the entire month would be like this. A couple of girls nearby were deep into conversation. Lane caught some of their exchange before hitting play, and her mouth twitched. Whether it was in a frown or a smile, she wasn't sure. Girls stick together, huh.


As classical music began to tinkle in her ears- her mother's favorite, Tchaikovsky's symphony no.6- she found it wasn't quite loud enough to mask their voices, or those raised in furious argument around the bus. She could still hear the tension in the air. Two voices, mainly: one self-righteous, one blustering with anger, both promising violence. Commotion in the back as a group erupted in laughter at one defensive voice.


And beyond all of that, a single voice crying. The brother of one of the angry voices, from what she'd overheard earlier. Unexpectedly, she remembered Anand's grief-filled eyes. "My brother went to correction camp."


Lane raised the volume of her music on her phone until it drowned out everything, including the hum of the bus. Her pulse thudded slowly in her ears. None of her concern. She was here to make her mother happy. No one else mattered. If they had problems, they dealt with it themself- themselves.


"Shit," she muttered.


Her ears ached.


Lane resigned herself to a worsening headache as the orchestra rose to a crescendo, and shut her eyes.


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@JoelHPIS


@Tryss


@Iskolde


@MikkiAli


@DreamsAreForDreamers

 

[LastRomeo]

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At first, Mina had tried to ignore the fighting obviously occurring outside of the bus. Things like that happened, no matter how vulgar the language was or how violent it sounded. She figured that looking at it would only make her mood drop more, so she began to tune the whole thing out. 'It's just four weeks, then I can go back home. Just four weeks,' she thought, closing her eyes. She'd just have to grin and bear it. She had a plan that she was pretty sure was going to work. It wouldn't be too hard to pretend to be straight again. It wouldn't be hard at all actually, given that she'd only had around a week of freedom and open gayness, even if the time hadn't affected her actions in the slightest. She could actually act normally, and really only had to stare at girls a little less. It was foolproof. If she could go 2 years without her parents finding out on their own, she could fool some counselors for a month.


Coincidentally, once she had stopped going over her plan, the fight was seemingly resolved, and they were all supposed to go into prayer. She reflexively bowed her head with the counselor, about to follow along with the prayer when someone began yelling. She should have expected it, as it was impossible for everyone in the bus to be religious, or a Christian, or willing to pray while on the way to a correction camp. There were more cons than pros in this situation.


While she didn't exactly agree with the aggressive and loud way it was expressed, she agreed with the overall message that the person who had stood up had to say. She doubted that yelling about things would put any positive ideas into the counselors' minds, as most people don't respond very positively to people yelling at them, but perhaps she could pass it off as a stylistic choice. She did feel bad for the crying boy, but she was trying to get used to the crying aspect. She was sure that it'd pop up many times during this experience, and she shouldn't get too surprised over it. Who wouldn't cry when being sent to a place that'll force you to not be yourself anymore? However, she cast no more than a sorry glance over to the boy as things began to calm down. In all honesty, she just wanted to get off of the bus and be there already so she can begin to get it over with. The stalling only made her more restless.

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[Suzumaki Arakai]

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Cadence remained silent as he sat listening to really unbearable music. Every time an assumed bass drop came around, he'd cringe ever so lightly. It was better than having to communicate with these gay boys, though - I mean, the girls are fine... but there was a very large doubt that any would be willing to play Cade's arm candy for a day or two. He sighed at the idea, adjusting in his seat then closing his eyes for a nap. Thoughts about home came swarming to him. "The fuck? Already?" He asked himself.


It wasn't long before some commotion began outside of the bus; however, with Cadence unable to hear it, he made no point to react and instead continued with his head against the window and eyes closed. He reminisced on the time when he first started smoking marijuana - The hysterical laughter he and an old buddy shared (whose name he can't actually remember), the strange tingling sensation that tickled his back with every movement. That feeling went away with each given blunt and bowl pack he smoked over the years, though. I guess he just got used to it. There's also the immense craving for snacks after about twenty minutes of having smoked.


Random flashes of he and Brianna, his ex as well as the chick who took his virginity, as a couple with a kid came rushing in, and his brow unconsciously furrowed. Cadence has always been a very free person - Never allowing anything or anyone to hold him back, and he really didn't plan on letting some mistake ruin that. The kid's name even sounds similar to his own, "Candice? What kind of name is that?" He wondered, opening his eyes right as his music drew to an end and an alarming voice broke through.


Instinctively, he sat up straight in his seat and ripped the buds from his ears, "Oh, oh, oh?!" His eyes focused on a muscular teen with green eyes in the back, who seemed to be preaching to... - Cade's eyes darted to the front - a man immediately assumed to be one of many counselors. The clipboard sort of gave it away. For just a moment, Cadence was hoping to see a fight. He's always found amusement in watching people beat each other to bloody pulps. Believe it or not, you can actually learn from it.


When things eventually calmed down and Steven started on, "We're rolling, guys! Any questions?" Cadence only sighed and popped his earphones back in mid-song; though... a quick glimpse of the guy across from him caught his attention. "Hm?" He looked over at him with a rather oblivious expression, forgetting all-together that he was on a bus full of gay guys, then sent a toothy smile - The guy turned his head away almost instantly. "Oh?" He pondered... "Ooooooh! I get it." A cheeky grin was slapped across his face within the moment he caught on.


Cadence, once again, leaned his head against the window and returned to his music. He stared off into space and, not long after, zoned completely out. His only reason for being here right now is because he couldn't keep it in his pants, and got some chick knocked up. When said girl tried telling him about it and asking him out, his excuse was that he was gay. Insisting further after Brianna didn't believe him, he grabbed his buddy Austin and claimed them as a couple - They even kissed. None of this would've happened had it not been for her. I guess you could say Cadence holds a bit of a grudge towards her; though, it's really not her fault at all.


@(In case you didn't catch before, "Cadence Eugene Matherly" is an accordion with pictures inside. So, you can just click it to see some.)

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Counselor:

Steven


Mentioned Characters: Ryan and Andrew Parker , LuLu


Tags: @Iskolde @Tryss @DreamsAreForDreamers @JoelHPIS @thegreathero @LastRomeo @Suzumaki Arakai
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Hearing Cameron asked that question, Steven swallowed a little bit in nervousness. Okay, he wasn't really used to this kind of conduct. Maybe Brody would be perfect for children like him, but he's used to getting the crybabies like Andrew. Swiftly ignoring the teen, he looked around seeing a girl with her hand raised. She seemed nice enough.


"Young Lady? What's your name?"


When she popped her tongue, the counselor knew he made a terrible mistake. "The name is Lulu...and are the cabins co-ed?"


"Erm, they are assigned by group actually."


"Because I'm bi...and either way there's still a high chance of me fucking my bunk mate." Steven widened his eyes and began to answer, but she cut him off. "Yes, there is such a thing as bisexuality. So you guys are unorganized as fuck. Ay dios mio, did you even think of that?"


The girls behind her cheered her on then Steven turned around clearing his throat. "We're ready for pull off."


Meanwhile, Ryan lets out a huff then turned around at the people who spoke up. "You, you, and you...mind your fucking business. You don't know my brother like I do. His selfish ass is the reason why I'm here in the first fucking place. So go fuck yourselves."


"Ryan..." Andrew starts off then sighs softly before turning to Cameron. "No really, its fine. He's not going to hurt me..." Giving him a sad smile, he replied. "I'm Andrew...y-you can call me Drew if you like." His attention turned towards the window seeing the many trees and woodland in Crowley Texas. His brows furrowed a little in curiosity. "We...we've never been here before. We went to Dallas about two years ago, but that was it."


Lulu turned around when she heard that city. "Really? I'm from West Dallas. Maybe you should...visit sometime." She bats her eyelashes while twirling her hair.


Ryan and Andrew shared the same skeptical look. "Not that it's obvious or anything, but you're barking up the wrong tree here." Ryan spoke up. "However I-"


"You're the straight twin. Whatever. I like the softies! They're like marshmallow peeps..." She turned her gaze towards Andrew then licked her lips. "I love eating them."


"Seriously?!" Ryan twitched in eyebrow in agitation. Turning away towards the window, the violent twin huffed. "Even the bitches here are confused."


The next thing you know, most of the females were sitting up in their seats tilting their heads at him.


"What's that supposed to mean, mouth breather?" A girl with curly hair spoke up in anger. Before he could try to defend himself, the girls turned away from him folding their arms. "Just wait until we get out of the bus, bitch."


Andrew laughed at Ryan's look of bewilderment while Steven pretended that he didn't hear the whole thing. Instead, he was laughing silently at the misfortune. Karma is a bitch.

 

[Tryss]

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[JoelHPIS]

Joel went quiet as he listened to the other guy. He realised he had snapped and pinched his arm a little. He had to stop doing that. He was trying to teach himself to stop it. It never got him anywhere good.


"I-I'm sorry for overreacting. Really. I try to be nice, I just don't like people presuming things like that about me. I'm very sorry..." He rambled a little. There was clear worry in his eyes, he seemed to think he something would go wrong. Which he did think.


Joel went back to being quiet, not knowing what else to say, if anything. He really should learn to keep his mouth shut once in a while. He looked to the kid who had been crying and bit his lip. He was still angry the kid had been beaten by his brother. And that he couldn't sit with the one guy who had protected him. He sighed and leaned back against the seat, unsure what to do on this long journey.

 

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Counselors:

Steven, Brody, Seph, and AJ


Mentioned Characters: Ryan and Andrew Parker , LuLu
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Drew turned towards Cameron smiling, it lifted his features a lot. Drew doesn't usually smile much because of the circumstances he was in. He was genuinely glad that the other teen was interested to what he had to say. This was a first in a long time.


"We visited for a school trip to the museum."


Ryan piped up from behind him, leaning on the back of Drew's seat as if he was trying to talk to him. "Ah yeah, I remember when you got lost and I found you crying in the mineral section."


Drew shushed Ryan, his cheeks tinting red. "We're from Florida. Chicago sounds nice-" He looked over at Cameron when he said that his name was pretty, then smoothly complimented his appearance afterwards. Drew let's out a squeak then covered his mouth beginning to blush furiously. Ryan immediately flopped back to his seat letting out a quiet 'Nope' as if he wasn't in the conversation in the first place.


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Two hours passed. There were campers sleeping, talking to others, or listening to music. Everyone noticed when they first pulled up in the campsite. It looked very beautiful from the naked eye, but in reality this was going to be utter hell for them these next four weeks. The buses pulled up at the flag pole where three young adults and a large elderly man stood with a huge grin on his face.


One of the young adults had a bat resting on his shoulder. His blue eyes pierced into the windows making some of the kids flinch away under his gaze. Smirking at the fear, he stood tall and burly compared to the other counselors. It was obvious that he's going to be a problem.


The blonde female counselor were twirling one of her pigtails as if she was daydreaming. Her light brown eyes stared into the distance as if she forget where she was. Out of the three, she was the only one smiling.


The tall and lanky counselor looked around kind of shifty. It was almost like he didn't want to be there. His expression was like he read the rules and regulations of the place and he's made a horrible mistake. Shifting in his stance, looked at the bus windows tilting his head curiously.


Everyone began to get off the bus with the help of the counselors.


"Okay campers! Follow us to the amphitheater!" The blonde woman smiled waving them over then skipping ahead in front of them. Lulu was directly behind her for many reasons.


The biggest counselor was in the back, pushing a couple of kids ahead. "Move it!" Scanning his eyes through the crowd, he turned towards Cameron then winked at him threateningly before disappearing into the crowd of children.

 

[thegreathero]

Lane rubbed her temples as she climbed off the bus, feeling a headache brew as she slowly joined the masses standing before the counselors. Listening to music had effectively kept her from hearing any more drama on the bus, but the resultant buzzing in her ears meant she could hardly concentrate on the brief words before they all began to move. With no other choice, she simply followed everyone else.


They trudged towards the amphitheater in a loose horde. Some seemed to be in a better mood than others, chatting to kids they'd made conversation with on the bus. Others were no less sullen than before, kicking rocks along the path. Lane lingered near the back, keeping an eye on the crowd. If people started splitting off, she would be lost.


But going slow wasn't acceptable, apparently. A rough hand gripped her shoulder, shoving her ahead, a sharp voice barking at her to go faster. Lane glanced back, feeling an unpleasant prickle where she had been touched. The culprit was the tall counselor, already turning away from her as he herded the others forward. A bat rested across his shoulders with an ease that suggested he had no qualms in using it. His face leered in a grin, like a cat in a roomful of mice.


In the split second her eyes lingered too long, he looked up, and she caught his eyes. Discomfort crawled under her skin and made a home there.


She walked faster.


Staring at the ground with lazer focus, she didn't realize the boy was there until they jostled shoulders- or rather, her shoulder jostled his elbow. Her eyes flicked back at him briefly; tall, pale, tattooed. A different vibe around him than the counselor, but dangerous nonetheless.


"Sorry," she said flatly. It wasn't remotely convincing. Waiting for his reply out of politeness, she trained her eyes on his face. She wouldn't understand it otherwise- her ears were still ringing, no thanks to the incessant chatter around them.


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