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[b]Location:[/b] [color=0072bc]Blue[/color] Cabin
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [color=0072bc][b]Alex Novak[/b][/color] [@reiko] | [color=a187be][b]Luca Cardwell[/b][/color] [@Undine][/center]

[b][color=7ea7d8]C[/color][/b]asper hurried through the camp grounds, his feet scuffing the ground as he hurried towards the Blue cabin in some sort of quick-shuffle-that's-not-quite-a-run. Over his shoulder was a cream leather manbag, bursting with what Casper deemed to be his 'essentials'. These essentials included a variety of cheesy, happy-ending romance novels, his macbook (he thinks he looks 'good' using it), one or two recipe books for cakes and cupcakes, and of course, his hair gel and aftershave. In each hand he held the handle of a moderately sized navy suitcase, both filled with neatly-folded clothing and a selection of brogues, ensuring he never runs out of outfits to fulfill his very questionable (and certainly unpractical) dress sense. On his person was a black, chequered jacket on top of a red-brown knitted sweater, with the collar of a white shirt barely visible underneath. His trousers, in perhaps the most controversial aspect of the 'outfit', were an exact pattern-match of his jacket. Some, upon seeing him for the first time, may wager that he simply threw on whatever he could find in a last-minute rush to make it to Camp, but this was in fact, one of his proudest outfits.

[b][color=7ea7d8]F[/color][/b]inally reaching the Blue Cabin, Casper pushed the door open with his shoulder, tugging at the handles of his suitcases that inevitably got caught at the door before eventually succeeding in his, rather ungraceful, entrance to the cabin. He allowed himself to release a loud sigh of relief - he'd made it, albeit certainly not with the grace and style he had hoped to mark the beginning of his term as the leader of Team Blue. In his head, he had envisioned almost floating to the cabin, attracting the envy and awe of those lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him on his way to the 'Royal Blue' cabin. It's fair to say it didn't turn out quite that way.
	[color=7ea7d8]"..thank heavens that rush is over."[/color]
[b][color=7ea7d8]H[/color][/b]e muttered to himself, turning to look over the cabin. It was strange, really. He found himself standing by the door, simply observing the cabin. Was it his cabin, now? His kingdom? He [i]was[/i] responsible for all those inside it, after all. Suffice to say, he didn't take any relish in that thought. People relying on [i]him[/i], that is. What if he let them down? Would they be forgiving? They sure didn't have any reason to be. Team Blue had been on top for seven years... seven whole years. It was a number that had not escaped his mind. The thought of being the first leader of Team Blue in seven years to lead them to defeat was simply not something he could afford.

	[color=0076a3]"Aha! Our fabled leader finally arrives, huh?"[/color]
[b][color=7ea7d8]S[/color][/b]napping himself out of his little daydream, Casper flicked his head to the voice, which belonged to the Head of Team Blue, Mitchell. He froze for a moment, not entirely sure for how long the counselor had been observing him,
	[color=7ea7d8]"..oh, oh! Hello, sir."[/color]
	[color=0076a3]"Mitchell, Casper. Mitchell. Anyway - I was just checking in on the cabin briefly. Gotta' head back to the cafeteria. Mouths to feed, an' all! Mia'll get all grumpy with me again if I don't pull my weight. Get settled in, and then pop around for breakfast! A leader needs his breakfast, Casper!"[/color]

[b][color=7ea7d8]C[/color][/b]asper returned a few nods toward Mitchell before he set about returning to the cafeteria, leaving him alone in the cabin once more. With another huff, he pulled up the strap of his manbag before it slipped down his arm, and dragged the suitcases toward the bunk-bed. Groaning with relief as he found the bunk-bed, he couldn't help but smile when he noticed a suitcase already laying on his bed, no doubt left by Alex to 'save his spot' on the bottom, while she took the top bunk. Setting his manbag down on the mattress beside her suitcase, he rested his own two against the bed itself before hauling her suitcase up to rest it on the top bunk.

[b][color=7ea7d8]B[/color][/b]efore going any further, he dug into his pocket to pull out his phone and send a text to Luca, who just [i]had[/i] to know about his current situation. In Casper's mind, almost everything that could go wrong on the first day had, and he sure as heck needed somebody to vent to.

[center][b]To:[/b] [color=a187be]Luuuuuuca[/color]
[b]From:[/b] [color=7ea7d8]Casp[/color]

[color=Gray]"omg u wouldn't believe 2day. arrived late and haven't even gotten my stuff sorted yet. got a leader's meeting later too, and i am soooo tired. how am i supposed to make a good first impression when i can barely stay awake??? aaaaaaa. gonna maybe go get breakfast, meet u there??"[/color][/center]

[b][color=7ea7d8]S[/color][/b]ticking his phone back into his trouser pocket, he took a moment to process the situation, deciding whether he should organize his things now and sacrifice some much needed time for eating, or head out to the cafeteria and worry about his things later. Ultimately, the decision wasn't too hard, for he couldn't risk his stomach grumbling at the leaders meeting later that day. No, it had to go [i]perfectly[/i]. Turning to leave the cabin, he paused just before the door. His hair. He hadn't checked his hair, or his general appearance for that matter, for a good few hours. Setting his priorities straight, he turned on his heel and walked into the restroom, finding the nearest mirror he could.
	[color=7ea7d8]"Good [i]god[/i]."[/color]
[b][color=7ea7d8]H[/color][/b]e almost wanted to faint. Deep bags hung under his eyes, no doubt a consequence of his sacrifice of sleep in order to ensure the clothes in his suitcase were folded to perfection, and his hair was an absolute mess, with strands of hair falling down his forehead, or sticking out at entirely unnatural angles. In fairness, most people would consider their hair to look relatively good in the state Casper currently found his in, but for Casper? No - goodness, no. It was anything [i]but[/i] good. Letting out a sigh of defeat, he wagered there was little he could do to improve the situation for now, at least. His stomach grumbled in protest, begging him not to fuss over his hair now, and he was obliged to listen.

[b][color=7ea7d8]U[/color][/b]nhappily turning to leave the restroom, he pulled open the door to the cabin before flinching backward at the sight that awaited him. Alex, as far as Casper was concerned, had used her powers of conjuration to appear at the opposite door, leading to the women's bathroom, opening it at near exactly the same time as Casper opened his own. He swears she actually [i]is[/i] magic, for she has an uncanny ability to appear when Casper needs her most. His temporary fright soon turned to unfiltered joy, a broad grin spreading across his face,
	[center][color=7ea7d8][b]"Alex!"[/b][/color][/center]