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Keaton Samuel Hastings
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Party of : 1.
Ooc : First posts are always odd.
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He hated boats. Well, maybe not hated, but he and boats didn't get along. Something about being over a dozen meters above the bottom of the lake and being unable to swim made him uneasy.
Keaton's reluctance was easily noticable to anyone around him. Having been dropped off at the boat landing, the only other person around him was the guy who would drive the boat to the island. Keaton hadn't recognized him, guessing that he might have been a volunteer. The male gave Sammy as he stepped onto the dock, eyeing his cane. The look didn't go unnoticed, though he ignored it. He put the backpack he had brought with him down onto the wood, and began the awkward process of lowering himself three feet into the boat. He'd have to lower himself in with one leg as support. Left leg as support wouldn't work, as he'd have to bend his right knee, which would hurt. Right leg as support would put strain on the knee, which would hurt. He shook his head at the options, but chose the former. Having not been on a boat in ages, Keaton just about fell into the thing when the pain shot through his knee. That got him another awkward look from the male who would be taking him to the island. "Let's just go," was all the response that he would give.
Being out on the water was slightly nerve racking. Something about the bobbing forwards and backwards made him feel horribly uncomfortable. To keep his mind off of the possibility of the boat overturning, he focused his eyes on the island that the students would be staying at. Looking at this island was like looking at something off of a postcard. The large, dark, wooden cabin-esque structure was surrounded by vibrant trees. The sand along the edge of the island was a bright tan. He wasn't even on land and he was grinning like an idiot. He wondered for a moment if every graduation trip would be at a place so nice. Had it, he might just take an extra year of schooling.
When finally he stood back on land, Keaton waved off the male who had driven him over. He took a moment, closing his eyes, to let it all sink in. He was on his own now for two months. The smell of the water was everywhere, and the cool breeze coming off the lake calmed him. Raising a hand to remove his hat, he pushed back a few strands of hair from his forehead. Keaton sighed, and began walking up towards the cabin, eager to get a jumpstart on his summer vacation.
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