[CAMP-ORP] Welcome to Camp Larkspur [FIN] [Itinerary on 11]

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The buses could be heard before they even arrived. The sound of the engine was a soft rumble, but what was more distant was the loud singing. Each bus, as the pulled up, was full of kids who were singing at the top of their lungs. Every bus was singing a different tune, and all together, the sound was like a medley of angry bees. It was a loud jumble of voices and mechanical sounds that surely could be heard long before anyone actual saw one of these buses. One by one, bright yellow school buses pulled into the parking lot of Camp Larkspur. The rumble of the heavy buses whizzing by the camp’s sign made it swing back and forth. Trailing behind the buses was a camouflage green Forest Ranger jeep that was acting as a chaperon for the several buses.

The parking lot itself was not completely lifeless before the buses arrived. Waiting anxiously along the wood beam fence were Camp Larkspur’s Senior Counselors. Each one was dressed in a plain crisp white t-shirt with the camp logo on it. Some of the counselors were walking around the lot, unable to wait patiently. Others waited by the fence, their faces smiling and eager to greet the campers.

Beyond the fence was the camp. Trees covered part of the view, but from what was viewable, there was a large moderately clear path that led up to a large building and several smaller ones. It was had to tell exactly how big the camp was, the trees were scattered throughout the clear space. As campers started to disembark the buses, all they could see were those first few buildings, the beginning of a winding path that forked off into several directions, and the welcoming faces of the counselors.

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((Welcome to Camp Larkspur’s Orientation!

If you are a camper, make your way off whichever bus you might be on. There are about 6 buses total, it doesn’t matter which you are coming off. Campers are pushing each other and rushing to get out into the fresh air. It has been a long ride, and it may not have been pleasant, depending on how you feel about singing. When you get off the bus, you’re eager to do one of the following: find your bag which is also being unloaded and placed by the fence, stretch, and continue to sing or talk to your friends.

Senior Counselors, greet your campers! Walk the parking lot and check on those buses, or chat amongst yourselves. All Senior counselors have been at the camp since Monday, doing general set up and getting to know your fellow counselors.

Lucky Junior counselors had the joy of riding along in the buses with the kids. For junior counselors, this is not the first time you have laid eyes on the camp. Junior counselors were driven up in batches a few days before, in order to familiarize themselves with the camp, and driven back in order to chaperone the buses. Each junior counselor has a clipboard with a list of their passengers. Junior counselors help your passengers get off the bus and find campers’ bags!

Nega counselors, don’t forget that you may be glamorized and assume a false name to protect your real identity! (Optional) Some of the counselors have also opted to give themselves special camp names, which they are going by. Example: Talia Chu is calling herself Moose. Please call her Moose.

You can do whatever you like for the time being! Further instructions will be posted in a shout, approximately Wednesday 9pm PST throughout the day. If you have not previously signed up for camp, never fear! Feel free to toss yourself in at any point.

All camp attendees have a t-shirt made for them! They are a classic white t-shirt with their name printed on them. Counselors are expected to be wearing theirs, campers may or may not already have put them on. Emblem colors are: Sr- purple, Jr.- Red, Staff- Green, Girls- Pink, Boys- Blue.

YOU ALL HAVE ASSIGNED CAMP CABINS, WHICH WILL BE REVEALED TO YOU SOON. UNLESS YOU CHECK THE PLOT THREAD, IT IS ALSO POSTED THERE.))  

[LadyNozomi]

Adira had never been to camp before. The whole idea of camp to her had been one of fantasy, something incredibly lucky kids got to do each summer to spend time away from family and commitment and to goof off and be just kids. She'd dreamed of it several times in her youth, but had been given an earful from her mother about the savage ways of the 'normal summer camp' and had been instead sent on a holiday in France. Instead of roasting marshmallows and playing in the woods she'd been forced to roast in formal clothes and watch others play croquet.

It had not been nearly as fun as what she imagined camp could be. And now, some 10 odd years later, Adira Perses was standing on the camp grounds of her dreams, but instead of a sleeping back she was holding a clipboard. Flipping down her sunglasses, the girl waited and watched as the caravan of yellow school buses trundled down the dusty road. She'd explained her actions as wanting volunteer work to beef up her resume, but in her heart she was squeeing at the possibility of finally living out her camp dreams, as shallow and misguided as they may be.

Dusting off her shorts and sandals, Adira watched with more than a little dismay at the general disarray of the de-boarding children. "Listen up guys! Junior counselors, I need you to form your campers in groups around you and check everyone in! Everyone can gather up their stuff AFTER that!"

She was good at organizing, not so good at hordes of children. Very few actually followed her directions, multicolored campers milling about trying to find their sleeping bags and suitcases. Dissatisfied with the amount of listening happening, Adira lifted two fingers to her mouth and let out the most earsplitting whistle she could manage. "Line up campers! The sooner you do, the sooner you get lunch!"

It didn't seem to work very well. Adira knew she should have bought that bullhorn when she had the chance.  

[LP]

Istas had hopped off the bus and saw Adira not long after giving her an enthusiastic wave. It was camp, she'd been totally waiting for this for weeks. She giggled as she stood near bus number three waiting to find her stuff after the mass had died down. Obviously Adira wanted them to line up or be counted or something like that.

The child hummed quietly to herself something about teddy bears and a picnic. While watching the mess and everyone in it, this was going to be fun. She just knew it until--

"HEY CURLY EARS!" There wan an obnoxious voice from halfway across the parking lot. "I'd know that mess of hair anywhere. Hey look guys it's old curly ears herself." William, otherwise known as Billy the 3rd grade bully made his way with his posse over Istas not paying heed to Adira. "What are you doing here Curly Ears? Camp's not for girls like you." He crossed his arms trying to look all big in front of his friends who were laughing and one of them said something about she'd probably cry if she got muddy.  

[chiickadee]

xxxxxInternally, Talia was smacking herself with her clipboard. Such a long bus ride. So many children. SINGING for God's sake! Why had she even signed up for this stupid week?! Oh yeah.

xxxxxGriffin.

xxxxxxTalia would kill her later, but all in due time. For now, she had to act all cheery and smiley for these stupid brats. It was only a week right ... no wait crap it was TWO WEEKS. Yeah, Griffin was definitely going to die.

xxxxxFor the moment, Talia breathed in and out deeply to calm herself. This was Talia Chu we were talking about. She could handle this. She could handle anything! Grabbing her clipboard from the bus seat, she hopped off the bus and into the little central expanse of the camp. She had on some tan jean short shorts, converse with a cute puffy vest to boot. If she was going to spend two weeks in the goddamn woods, she was going to look cute while doing it! Too bad she had to wear the stupid counselor shirt the first day. White with a red logo. Just hideous. There were rumors (okay maybe not rumors) of cute boy counselors anyways ...

xxxxxShaking her head she looked out at the crowd of children. Oh God. She was going to be nauseas already. Their sticky little hands were going to be sleeping in the same room as her! Looking down at her clipboard she saw the little doodles her and Griffin had plastered all over it. There was one of a moose on the center, with a little tophat. Okay, Moose. Talia's new camp name was moose.

xxxxxShe looked down her list of campers. A bunch of names she didn't recognize. Too bad Sam wasn't on here. Sam was her next door neighbor, and even though he was a kid, he was pretty damn cute. Not in that sort of crush way like Pitt Brad, but like a puppy, or a little brother. She had heard he was coming to the camp too. Looking around once again she shuddered. Two weeks. She could do this.

xxxxxRight?  

[SpaceSalt]

Cass had gone from a comatose lump on the bus to a massive ball of energy the moment it pulled onto the camp grounds. Camp was here! Oh thank god for camp. He was ready to die under his father's suffocating supervision but he was finally going to get some sweet, sweet freedom. Or, rather, it would taste like freedom compared to home.

Add in the excitement of this simultaneously being one of his first big operations and he looked like he was ready to explode into a series of chittering glee noises.

He made an unfocused path around, looping back several times, hoping to spot someone he knew. He didn't exactly know a lot of people, but he knew at least a few people who would be here.

He ended up lining up when told, and then back to his milling around when he realized not many other people were, because, hey, it must not have been that important.

Oh boy, camp!

 

[Remove]

Lissy jumped off the bus all eager to get up to something. She noticed Istas and smiled but then frowned when that kid was with her. She ran over and smiled at Istas.

"Hey girl!" She said before turning around to the bully she hated though she hadn't technically ever met him before.

"Back off boy. You will be the one crying in the mud by the end of the week. I promise you that." She stood between Istas and Billy and stood her ground. After what Istas had said she wasn't about to let someone get away with bullying - not at camp! Lissy had plans for Billy... and they weren't some of her nice ones.

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Skye was far from happy about having to come to camp, she was sure Jack hadn't been dragged here and that annoyed her even more. How was she suppose to have fun without Jack? Worst off she was made to sit on a bus full of kids... kids... she was at camp with kids! UGH!

She had found more annoying things as well like the fact she had to wear this disgusting t-shirt. Could things get worse? Oh yes she knew they could because she had seen the list of who was and wasn't working at camp. Chris was - which wasn't a bad thing but that good for nothing b***h of a friend would also be there. Her starseed was on Skye's list.

As she finally got off the bus she ignored all the children and headed straight towards the office. So she had been put in charge of kids - her job was mostly to deal with the paperwork. She wasn't a kid friendly girl! Lets face it she had attacked the kids school already. That had been quite fun...

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Louisa hadn't ever had much in the way of experience with kids. Animals she had plenty of experience with but not children. She had signed up to do this to get away for a bit and after all the senshi wouldn't be needed at camp so it meant she could have some time to just stop and relax.

The bus she had been on had been loud and cheery, she sang with some of the kids and then as they arrived she helped them all off.

Ah camp.

Louisa looked around but didn't really recognise anyone at the moment. She didn't mind too much she was sure she would have friends by the end of it all.  

[Kaiyumi]

Lucien was certain that Eve jumped at the volunteering job as a way to get him out of the house...and it worked. Not that the blond was really happy about this, mind you. He never was much of an outdoor person, and his pale skin and slender figure probably made that obvious. In all honesty, if it had been up to him (and if he had been able to resist Eve's puppy dog eyes), he would have spent the summer getting a part-time job at a bookstore or catching up on some reading.

...Well, there was a reason Eve always told him he was boring.

Now that the kids were arriving though, the prospect of being a counselor didn't seem that bad. As someone who doted on his two younger siblings, it wouldn't come as any surprise that Lucien was pretty fond of kids in general. He had never had to work with such a big group of them, but surely it wouldn't be that hard, right? Hopefully. Upon noticing the buses arriving, the young man sighed and promptly head towards the parking lot to greet the new arrivals.

Just as he arrived, he caught a boy and his friends teasing one of the other campers. Already? Camp hasn't even started yet! he thought, running a hand through his hair and emitting an exasperated sigh. Well, he wouldn't just stand around and let this happen. Striding up behind the boy, Lucien firmly rest a hand on his head. "Hey, that's not how a gentleman is supposed to treat a lady, right?" He turned to look at the boy's companions and raised his brows, "Right, guys?"

Towards the girl--and her friend, who had just come to her defense--he offered a smile and a small wave. "Uh, hey. Welcome to camp." The words sounded funny coming from him, but hey, he was trying!  

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Samson Colt was not getting of the bus in a rush like many of the other campers. Sam was not even awake. Somehow, despite loud singing, the dark haired boy had managed to fall asleep. His face was pressed against the bus window, his soft brown eyes were shut tight. Despite half his facing being smooshed, Sam was smiling a little bit; perhaps he was having a good dream. Someone was going to have shake him awake and let him know the bus had arrived.  

[LOLLI qAq]

Genevieve stepped off of her bus with a smile plastered to her face and her clipboard in hand. She'd naturally been singing along with the kids and had, in fact, instigated the first five rounds of silly shouting to the likes of 'Down By the Bay' and others. This was going to be one magical week, the blonde could just tell. Fun things with awesome kids by day and at night soaking up all that wonderful energy so many adults wished would come in a bottle. If only they knew.

Her lightheartedness sunk a fraction of a milisecond when the first thing she saw was not a group of friends still playing along and being adorable but in fact a group of boys picking on two girls. Well, one girl. The other one seemed to be doing one heck of a job telling those boys just where they could go and how. Frowning slightly she stepped next to the group and 'AHEM'd very loudly in order to get their attention. She didn't feel much better than the bullies themselves, at only five feet and one inch, but she knew that magic told those kids otherwise. With a smile on her face that cure cancer she looked each child in the eye.

"Is there a problem he-- Oh!"

As she'd been making her way from one side another counselor, or at least much older camper, had been making his way over from another side and had intervened in a much more direct manner.

Looking down at the girl with the paler hair she winked and bent enough to whisper to the child. "Hi, you okay sweetheart?"  

[Puhterodactyl]

Children. Singing. Children singing. Not Griffin's cup of tea, but for the sake of camping, she could put up with just about anything. Well. Nearly just about anything. Camp Larkspur seemed to be an absolutely beautiful place and Griffin had longed for more time at the camp exclusive to staff, but she'd get more adventure out of the way during these next two weeks, right? Of course! She'd put on a brave face for the bus ride, and earlier that morning her Larkspur t-shirt, her favorite cutoffs, her Chocos, and couldn't wait for adventure. Of course, the bus ride had been its own adventure and getting off, she raked her fingers through her hair quickly, not happy with a camper who had opened a window and messed up her long hair, and to her dismay, found a piece of gum. Her face turned white and she dropped it instantly. This was a rough start.

But now satisfied with her looks, she listened closely to the announcement, and grabbed her own clipboard. Furtively, she stole a glance at Talia, ah, excuse her, Moose, and hid a smile behind her board. She'd talked her into coming to work at camp, Moose might say "duped", but they'd have fun! She looked at the names on her list, and over the sea of heads. She shared cabin responsibilities with Emily Swift. She tried to remember what she looked like after initiation, but didn't see her yet. Looking down at her list again, she recognized a few of the campers but not the names- not yet. She'd babysat one before, though she wouldn't tell a soul- to save him the embarrassment.

Griffin's mouth turned to a pout when she saw the little girl get bullied, but it seemed like her friend and other counselors were already intervening. With a sigh of relief, she hoped that everyone at camp could enjoy the outdoors just as much as she did. With the sun shining bright on her face, she smiled, content. She was just as giddy as most of the campers. Adventure! Outdoors! Friends! The possibilities in these two weeks were endless. And it was just beginning!

"Ah, can I have Ainsley McMahon, Ridley Pendergast, Lissy Harrow, Istas Holywell, Jenna Adams..." the names rolled on, and it seemed no one was listening. She'd have to ask the nearest little girl for help and see if she knew any of the other girls and go from there. Or find Bebe. Or a senior counselor. Or better yet, a bullhorn. Her eyebrows furrowed, and looking behind her, she saw a young camper who had been left on the bus, asleep. How cute! But she didn't want the bus to drive off with him inside and for him to miss out on all the fun! Without her campers gathered yet, she went back into the bus and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"Wake up! It's time to camp!"  

[Appeal]

Ainsley McMahon had been shipped away to camp, but at least she had company: Samson Colt. He was seated asleep on the seat next to her with his face practically melting into the glass. She'd taken the opportunity to braid his hair while he was asleep, but with his curly black locks it made little difference and wasn't very noticeable. Regardless of the appearance, it had kept the child entertained along the trip even though the person next to her was asleep. She'd sung some songs, but most of the songs everyone was singing she didn't know and spent some time trying to lip it.

The singing had stopped, and the bus slowly pulled up into the parking lot and to a stop. It seemed they were there and without much of a word children began to practically run past her down the aisle as they rushed to get off the bus. It seemed like it would be quite the job for the counselors to keep all those rowdy kids under wraps. It wouldn't be surprising if some of the children off the bus tried to run around half naked just to make their lives more difficult.

"Sam," she whispered, giving him a small shake as she tried to wake the boy up. "We're here!"

 

[amicableAggressor]

Stepping down off the bus with an enthusiastic bounce, Bebe beamed at the campers flowing around her. Of course, here she wasn't Bebe, but you know how it is. After thinking of yourself as one name for so many years, it was hard to change gears. She decided to try again.

Emily Swift tightened her grip on the clipboard she was carrying securely under one arm and bent down to check her shoelaces. Her long hair, which was usually pinned meticulously up fell in a long loose ponytail. Not that anyone would be able to comment on the difference - hmm. This undercover thing was far more challenging than expected. Stretching as she came up again, she turned to the bus as the first kid began to exit, struggling under the weight of a bag that they could have slept in. There was a determined glint in the childs eye and tightly gripping hands refused to hand the luggage over to anyone who attempted to help. Shrugging, she plucked her clipboard from under her arm and made an energetic check mark beside the name she had come to attach to the child during the trip. Then, tucking the clipboard under her arm again she firmly steered the child to stand next to her with a grip that was steady and tight enough to remind the kid which one of them was in charge. Easy.  

[Iris_virus]

It had finally come. The day in which she was being whisked away from the hustle and bustle of the city and off to camp for a few weeks. It was a day met with a mix of excitement and worry. Her head containing warring words of 'Camp is going to be awesome' by her foster parents and 'Camp sounds like it's going to suck' by Aitana's self proclaimed older friend Ellie. Crammed into a bus full of teens and children of varying ages, she'd quickly plopped herself next to Coralie.

The hours of song singing had been a bit much for Aitana, unfamiliar with nearly every tune thanks to her foreign background and language. But by the end even she was bobbing a little and responding back to the simplier rounds, slaughtering words here and there in her brazilian accent.

When the bus finally pulled up to the campsite Aitana was quick to escape the bus, stretching her legs and arms dramatically. Hoping on her toes her eyes tried to take in everything she could.

At 16 Aitana was one of the oldest campers, barely younger than the poor souls that were in charge of her wellbeing and entertainment. She also promised to be one of the more rambunctious 'handfuls', atleast for her cabin. Always a pile of energy she was soon to be a good, albeit oblivious, energy cow. The hands on and rough and tumble sort it was almost certain that by the time camp was over she'd have accidentally hurt another camper or two and had her share of timeouts and whatever other sort of 'punishment' the teenage and young adult consuelers decided to dole out.

It was probably only Coralie's pressence that kept her remotely near the lines forming for cabins and bags, because with all the punt up energy Aitana was practically bouncing on her toes.. wanting nothing more then to rip and roar through the campsite and see everything that there was to see.  

[Silverah]

Finn Derouen was a senior counselor and enjoying the perks that came with it. By this time next week, he had plans for all of these kids to think that he was awesome. Hopefully that would kick in sometime during their first hike.

But right now, he needed to do counselor-stuff and instill a healthy fear of god into these kids, or else they'd never get them under control. He made his way over to Peter, calling "Hey! Hey! Hey!" as he pushed through the swarm of kids. His hands closed around the lofted iPhone.

"Didn't you guys read your information packets?" he asked. Oh, probably not, he told himself. He'd only read his last night. "No cell phone service at camp! Not a drop in this whole valley!"

It was a really kind of weird metaphor. "Furthermore, you're not even supposed to have this here," he said darkly. "I could confiscate it, but this being opening day... Just don't let me see it again."

He handed the phone back to the whining child. "You're not going to find the internet out here in the bounty of nature. We're gonna teach you things you can't learn on wikipedia!"

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Leah Derouen gave her purple pixie cut an artful tease as she hopped off the bus and proceded to pretend she did not know her brother. If she was going to have to spend two lame weeks at some lame camp like Larkspur, it was not going to be under ******** Finn's watch.

No. Leah Derouen had big plans for this week, because when she got home from Larkspur, it was straight to a little place known colloquially as 'Jewcamp.' And she was not going to be the only girl in her cabin who had not managed to rack up hookup points this year (It wasn't her fault, she reasoned - She went to an all girls school). There were plenty of kids her age, and there were junior counselors, although Leah Derouen was not sure that she wanted to be that bad that desperately.

So instead she sidled up to the slight boy whose haircolor matched her own. "Nice 'do," she said to Cass. "It grow that way?"

What Leah wouldn't have given to have naturally purple hair. Underneath the Purple Mountains Majesty dye, hers was mousy brown.