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"Fuwah?"

Swiveling his head in the direction of the voice, Seamus had to wonder if the meds were making him see things. In front of him was a....well, it had to be a boy, since this was an all-boys camp, but the pink and red hair wasn't exactly reaffirming his masculinity. The beaming grin added to the diabolical aura the guy exuded. 'Note to self... make sure he doesn't find my candy stash.'

The kid standing next to him was slightly more normal, except....more ....drained, was the only way he could think to describe it. Maybe he wouldn't be such an oddball here after all. Smiley definately took the cake on that title.

Ruffling his hair a bit in annoyance he grumbled, "The name's Esposito, Seamus Esposito. Not sleepy, not 'hey you'- which is rude, by the by- it's Seamus, or just Shay."

((note: Seamus Esposito is pronounced Shay-mus Es-po-si-to))

Allumen ignored her question. He smiled and wiped his eyes after a moment. "Thankyou..." He ran off then towards the stables. Abby didn't pry much, and he was grateful for that, though sometimes he wished someone would. But that would be a problem since father forbade him to interact with minors, and if he didn't want Abby to pry, he certainly didn't want any of the lunch ladies to talk with either.

He ran up to the stables, tripping a few times and panting by the time he wrenched the door open. He paused a moment upon entering, letting the smell of dry alfalfa and molasses waft over him. Allumen loved the smell of the stables. He walked down the aisle towards one of the stalls and a beautiful Appaloosa gelding. He'd recently nicknamed the gentle, witty creature Asterix.

"Come here." He whispered as the young gelding slid his head over the stall door and looked at him with big mixmatched blue and brown eyes. Allumen led him out of the stall, brushed him down, put on his bridle and planned to ride bareback. He mounted and started by warming Asterix up. A few times around the ring; walk, trot, then eased into a canter. Allumen smiled, the wind blowing his hair back, currently tied with a red ribbon. And then he let go, falling backwards over the butt of the horse. He knew he wouldn't hurt himself too bad. He had a helmet on and knew he wouldn't get kicked or trampled.

Allumen hit the ground and curled up in pain. This was his punishment, he reminded himself, as he got to his feet. He'd have to get a new helmet now he realized, as this one would probably be cracked now. Even if not visible from the outside, it could mean severe brain damage if it were ever used and someone fell. He sighed, feeling guilty now because he'd broken it, and winced again as Asterix came up behind him and nuzzled his shoulder.

He pat the horse and got on again. He'd have to cool him down now and groom him before putting him back in his stall. He still had to pray as well, but the horse came first. He finished taking care of Asterix, gave him a carrot and brushed his clothes free of dirt in order to go back to his room and kneel for an hour.

((Do they share rooms at all? *It may sort of force Allumen to solve his antisocial problem.* ^^ God it's hard to play him... I am so not religious... Inspiration from a little romance novel called Rosehaven.))

"I'm Aiden, not Skittles," he said with a heavy emphasis on his name. A pout curved his violently red-stained (from constantly eating cherry lollypops) down as he stared beseachingly up at the other two boys, pale arms folded over his chest.

"And I only called you sleepy 'cus I almost tripped over you yesterday when you fell asleep on the floor," he said, his arms sliding down so that two hands, witch braceletted wrists and ringed fingers, came to rest on his hips. "I thought you were dead or something," he continued. "Lucky you were only almost dead," he said, rolling his pale eyes towards the ceiling.

Aisden watched with mild interest as the two boys collided and then got into some sort of fight that barely lasted even a minute. The pink-haired teen wasn't generally interested in matters of physical offence. Fighting just didn't hold anything for him. Other physical activities, however....

He shook his mind from that, remembering - although not exactly caring - that this was what he was at the RRC to remedy.

"Mmm... I'd say you're bound to meet jerks no matter where you are," he replied dryly. A bright smile had popped onto his features at the mention of lunch and it was obvious that he had been about to reply - his mouth open - when Abby entered.

He turned, not at all perturbed at having been somewhat interrupted, and nodded. "Right, Abby," he said, brushing some hair behind one of his ears, his pale fingers brushing slightly against his ear cuff ((he has many ear peircings plus a belly button peircing...)).

(('Kay.


Oo... and lookie what I found x3
http://seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=bishotron ))

Seeing as how an impending awkward silence was coming to the group, Seamus decided to stand in the food line. Nodding to Tristan and Aiden, he casually walked to the tray pile and stood behind a goth kid in line.

Shay had a love-hate relationship with goths and punks. He thought that they [usually] looked hot, but found them to be highly uncreative. Conforming to non-conformity and all that rot.

But after seeing the pathetic excuse for food the cafeteria lady tried to serve the kid, he had to put his foot down. If anything truly pissed him off, it was bad cooking.

"Are we allowed to cook our own meals? No offense, ma'am, but that is not a casserole. I may not be Emeril, but you obviously undercooked the vegetables, and the dish isn't even hot anymore." Sighing and ruffling his hair he ammended, "Look, I'm sorry if I'm blunt, but bad cooking pisses me off. I'm Italian, and that's like, sacriligious to us." An idea entered his mind and he blurted out, "Can I make dinner tomorrow? Some nice focaccia bread, or ponzarote, or even some pasta? Please?"