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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Outside Main Hall
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Malcolm Okada [@McHaggis][/center]
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Blaring rock music and California sunlight filled King’s Mercedes, a usual scene that played out whenever he drove up towards his home away from home. The road that curved through the tall, dappled forest, the rocks and shrubs that scattered across the land in front of him, and the ever warm feeling of excitement, all these things were familiar to Richard King. He had traced them with his finger ever since he was just a mere Freshman, and even now, four years later, he knew which turn was coming up and which tree would be hanging eerily close to the road. The usual scene that had filled him with such nostalgia and cheer, however, was stained with another feeling. Anger? Dread? Sadness? These emotions all spurred from a single thought.

[i]the last year[/i]

His hands tightened against the steering wheel, knuckles whitening as his flesh tensed. That was right, it was his last year at the camp. HIs parents, the O So Wise and Powerful people they were to him, had already decided that he would be shipped off to England come fall for college. All four years, spent in the rainy lands where his mother grew up. There was no summer in London, he was often told, nothing to do but study, study drink, and study. He couldn’t say no to their decision, he didn’t have the guts nor a good enough reason to use against them. King sighed softly as the forest began to thin out, the sunlight now pouring down across the road. As his eyes collapsed on the gathering of buildings before him, another thorn dug itself deep into his side. It was his last year, and he [b]wasn’t[/b] going to be Blue Team’s leader. Casper Fawn, fucking Casper Fawn. King wasn’t exactly sure how or why Fawn got the spot, but he did know something.

He was still fucking pissed about it. The whites of his knuckles brightened, and he felt his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he tried to calm the storm in his head. Already nothing was going right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. King parked lousily, not even minding that he had gone over and set his car on the white line between two spots, and escaped from the dark-colored vehicle. Many other cars and people seemed to have gather already, but then again Richard was always the type to be “fashionably late”, and with a click he locked his Mercedes and sauntered towards the main hall, hands dug deeply into his jean pockets and eyes turned downward to trace the gravel that fell in and out of his sandals. He became entranced with the movement of himself and the varying earth below him, so much so that he failed to stop himself from bumping into someone else. King jumped back slightly, grumbling,

[color=0076a3][b]“Oi, watch where you’re go-”[/b][/color] before stopping mid-sentence to grin at the familiar face before him.

[color=ea96c7][b]“King! Fancy running into you here!”[/b][/color] Malcolm readjusted his glasses, knocked slightly askew by the impact. He twisted a lock of hair around his finger – it had definitely grown out since last summer’s camp. Then, slightly quieter and a touch more nervously, he said, [color=ea96c7][b]“Not that I was [i]waiting[/i] or anything.”[/b][/color] King grinned at the small, new details he saw on his friend, pulling a hand from his pocket to rub the back of his head, a playful grin replacing his once much more annoyed expression.

[color=0076a3][b]”Why would a pretty thing like you be waiting for someone like me, Mally~?”[/b][/color] He leaned forward in an effort to meet Malcolm’s face straight on, forcing forth an especially sensual smile. The skin around his eyes tightened, proof that his smile was nearly genuine, and then he stuck his tongue out and sniggered. 

[color=ea96c7][b]”Don’t stick that tongue out unless you intend to use it,”[/b][/color] Malcolm warned, clearly light-hearted, though he did look away more swiftly than he had in the past. There was something in his smile that was different, or perhaps it was a little smaller. King felt his own expression falter slightly at the sight, his tongue quickly retreating back into his mouth before Malcolm continued on, [color=ea96c7][b]”I just wanted to make sure you actually came this year. It’d be a drag otherwise, you know – unbearable, and all that. Oh, and, nice car.”[/b][/color] It came out rather quickly, given that he was one of those fast-talking New Yorkers. Malcolm peered over King’s shoulder – then, when that failed, around him – standing on tip-toes to catch a glimpse of the Mercedes. Richard fell back on his heels, shoving his hand back into his pocket before shrugging and smiling lightly,

[color=0076a3][b]”The old man got it for me for my birthday. Not much else to say about it.”[/b][/color] Just another gift to tighten his chains or whatever, right? King shook the thought from his head and gave Malcolm a playful shove with his elbow, [color=0076a3][b]”besides that! Who’s here already? Anyone new or worth mentioning yet?”[/b][/color] He bounced up and down slightly, feigning extreme excitement with a cocky grin and playful eyes.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow as if in disbelief but was clearly never one to back down from a bit  of gossip. [color=ea96c7][b]”[i]Well[/i],”[/b][/color] he said, pausing for breath and beckoning King to follow him as he started drifting towards the Main Hall. [color=ea96c7][b]”There was a newbie talking to Hampton in the hall – no idea what his name is but not my type – and Chase is out of the closet with her choice in attire, but if you want more than that, you’ll have to give it another day. I did just spend the whole morning waiting on the arrival of ‘the King’, after all.”[/b][/color] He shrugged as if it was no big deal. King tapped his chin thoughtfully, half-chuckling at Malcolm’s comment towards Chase before reaching forward and throwing an arm around Mal’s shoulder, leaning into the smaller boy lazily. The two walked in a comfortable silence for a moment, King savoring the thought of a new “cutie” as Malcolm put it before shrugging,

[color=0076a3][b]”there is no way this new cutie is as cute as you.”[/b][/color] King mumbled mostly to himself, obviously meaning for the comment to be a mental note, but after a second of looking back on what he had just said OUT LOUD he felt his face heat up. Only slightly. His pale skin turned slightly pink, and he left out a soft cough before saying weakly, [color=0076a3][b]“j-just kidding~!”[/b][/color] 

[color=ea96c7][b]“You give a compliment then you take it away,”[/b][/color] Malcolm said with a dramatic sigh. He didn’t seem to have noticed the admission, or at least accepted it in the same way he accepted all of Richard’s flirts. Even so, a dark red flush could be seen from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. [color=ea96c7][b]“Talk about destroying a boy’s confidence.”[/b][/color] Seeing Malcolm’s expression seemed to just wash all of his previous worries and woes from his mind, and as the Main Hall doors drew closer and the friend wrapped in his arm turned a bright red he grinned a genuine, happy grin. His hand rose and squeezed Malcolm’s shoulder reassuringly, finding himself at a loss of words for his friend, and then he turned and practically kicked the doors of the Main Hall open, letting out a stupidly cheerful laugh and semi-loud shout,

[color=0076a3][b]”Guess who’s back bitches~!”[/b][/color]
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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Forest to Main Hall
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Low (Text/Face-to-face)[/center]
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Nature. Life. Camp Liberty. Oliver had arrived extremely early in the morning, so early that the stars had still hung in the sky and the moon was just barely vanishing behind the tree tops. Her old truck had sputtered to a stop within the parking lot, and she glided silently across the camp grounds with her bags in tow. It had been a warm morning, crisp and silent, and after dropping her things off haphazardly on the floor of the Gray cabin she went for a silent stroll through the woods. Nothing had changed since her last visit, it seemed, save for a few fallen oaks gathering near the lake, and Ollie silently opened her journal and made a few changes to her hand-drawn map of the area before finding a nice, quiet place to rest. 

She remained, hidden within the tall trees and underbrush for most of the morning, reading through her journal entries from last year as the sky above teetered and changed from early morning to around ten or eleven. She watched it all with lazy eyes, and then after a second more of silence her stomach growled furiously. She was starving. Obviously, she would be, she had skimped out on dinner last night while driving down to Cali. Oliver rose gracefully, dusting off any stray leaves and dirt from her faded shorts before stepping gingerly through the woods. The iridescent glasses that hung on the collar of her striped shirt rose gently against her breast as she shambled through the thick underbrush, and she eventually lifted them up to gently rest on her small nose. The world appeared in varying, darkened colors, the forest’s shadows and dappled sunlight faded out by the lenses of Ollie’s favorite glasses, and she walked and walked until her feet touched down at the familiar campsite.

More cars had gathered at the parking lot, some familiar and some not, and she drifted passed them carefully on her way towards the Main Hall. The smell of food could already be sensed, and her stomach grumbled again at the familiar scents that filled the air. Behind her, another car screeched into the lot, and as she shrugged and ignored whatever asshole was pulling up so loudly a familiar figure passed by her line of sight. Malcolm. He was staring intently at the cars behind Ollie, perhaps waiting for someone, and not wishing to strike up a conversation she drifted onward.

The usual hustle and bustle of the hall could be heard from just outside the two doors, and as Ollie sucked in a deep breath and pushed them open her phone buzzed in her pocket. She blinked once, glanced around the hall, and then stepped aside to check her battered Galaxy. Light gleamed through the shattered screen, and a familiar name made her smile lightly.

[center][b]To: [color=Gray]Ollie K[/color].
From: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color].[/b]
[i]Boo![/i][/center]

She tapped back a reply quickly, unable to hide her excited smile:

[center][b]To: [color=#CCFF66]Low G[/color].
From: [color=Gray]Ollie K[/color].
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[i]You found me quick. BRT[/i][/center]

Ollie shoved the phone back into her pocket and scanned the various tables before her, wandering quietly forward until the familiar sight of wild, blonde hair seemed to fill her gaze. She quickened her step until she could clearly see Elowen’s beautiful, familiar face, and a wide, rare smile broke out across Ollie’s.

[color=Gray][b]”Hey, Low, long time no see, huh?[/b][/color] She seemingly whispered, Ollie’s soft voice filled to the brim with excitement to see her long-time friend.