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[hr][hr][b][i]Location[/i][/b]... [color=green][b]Green[/b][/color] cabin and afterward, the Dining Hall.
[b][i]Interacting With...[/i][/b] Ollie by text!
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A red Cavalier announced her entrance, the engine fair and healthy. She'd saved up so much money to get this. Her care for her very first car showed. There were traces of dirt from the roads on her way here, but the inside tidy and scented of teakwood and pear. She parked politely, not needing to poke over the steering wheel to see. Nervous, tired, she sat there a moment and let the engine run, fingers gently tracing the wheel. She looked to the rearview, studying herself a moment. Low had almost caved in and used, right before her time at Camp Liberty. The syringe was still on the floor of her bathroom, broken by her own boot. How many times she'd grilled herself on the drive was insurmountable. Reckless, the recovering addict almost ruined every last inch of progress she'd made over a 'bad day'.

Elowen turned her car off and opened the door, stuffing the key in pants pocket. She popped the trunk and locked the door, shutting that as she made her way to retrieve her things. A duffle, ratty, with a few stains and sewn rips was hauled out. It was the bag she brought yearly. It was just as safe as she felt here. Though there were unsavory people she'd spied walking around the grounds, each had their unique little life. And with that, the recovering girl was just fine. She pulled out her phone, cased to look like a black cat with sweet yellow eyes. There hadn't been any messages from [color=gray]Ollie[/color], but they would start soon.

With one more bag hoisted over shoulder, she shut the trunk with a over-swing of long leg, regaining her balance before she walked to the cabin she'd been in nearly every year: Green. It looks like they'd done a bit more work around the buildings. A few more flowers, shrubs and a sapling off near the back. It would be beautiful after years went by. For now, it was as tall as she, its leaves would glimmer in the sun through the nearest window so that she might admire it. [i]Watch me grow[/i], she narrated with a quirk of lip.

She rubbed underneath her nose with a long, worn sleeve of an obviously adored plaid button up. She opened the door, wormed her way over to a comfortable looking bed and rested her things on top of it. The drive had been long, all the way from Troy, MI to California. It was a wonderful experience. The view was gorgeous – she couldn't wait to drive back. Gathering what she wanted to bring to the dining hall, she kept her phone, a chapstick, hand sanitizer in a cute, bat case and a small notepad with pen.

Low was four months free of addiction. In that time she had been able to save whatever money came her way. A long trip back and forth would absorb some of it, but she preferred it to flying. Being stuck next to a potentially sick stranger was not on her list of 'things I'd like to do'. Thoughts broke into fragments when she opened the door to the hall, greeted by the sight of faces both new and old and the traditional savory scent of breakfast. 

The counselors took notice of her of course. The blonde thought that they had a list somewhere of 'high risk' campers. She knew that they were looking out for her which brought some relief. It was easier here. With no family at home, no friends... it was all up to her to keep above the waves. Here, it was a blessing to know that they had rules and restrictions. The world could have followed their example, but instead, much like a stubborn child it turned a blind eye to kids like her. 

Breakfast was dished up and she sat down, flipping open the notepad to write down what she ate, who she was with (which was no one, currently), and how she felt. Her psychologist at home gave her a project to find out what made her most happy here.  But she already knew the answer. It was her friend, Ollie.

[center]An oddly colored head she did spy over near the entrance. It was her, undoubtedly!

Turning her phone over, she tapped the screen and sent a message: 
[b]To: [color=Gray]Ollie K[/color].
From: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color].[/b]
[i]Boo![/i][/center]