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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Green Cabin → Main Hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Herself

[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfwFGQM4D1E]'Don't ask me questions cause I'm tired of confessing. And I know that it's not much to say but I swear that I'd like to change'[/url][/sub][hr]

Nicoletta wasn't entirely sure she was in the right place. Well, she knew she was at Camp Liberty, the sign near the entrance had made that clear, and her parents had made sure she printed up multiple copies of the directions before they agreed to drive her there so getting lost was not on the agenda. She was AT Camp Liberty. But she didn't think she was at the place she should have been. When she arrived the previous day, having read the start date incorrectly (in her defense, she still hasn't gotten over the backwards way in which the United States wrote their dates), her parents left with just a simple hug and well wishing without even accompanying her to check in. Ncoletta assumed that her papa was still upset that she wouldn't be there to help the restaurant in the busy summer days; what with all the blockbusters premiering and celebrity parties needing some high grade Italian cuisine for their catered events, [i]Soriano's[/i] had enough business in the summer to last them the rest of the year. 

And Nicoletta was going to miss it. Sure, she would miss the rare chance to meet her crush from afar (or possibly from aclose if things had worked out as they do in La-La Land), or take pictures of famous people to, as Heather Chapin puts it so eloquently, 'make the rubes and norms of the world wish they were me'; but she needed this place. She needed a summer on her own, away from anyone she knew from Burbank. 

Fortunately, she wasn't the only one who had arrived a day early and after explaining the little mistake to someone that was very obviously wearing a fake smile for having pulled the short straw this check in period, Nicoletta was simply told to pick a cabin. She wasn't sure she heard it correctly, all the stories made it seem as if cabins were assigned...but stories were often embellished for dramatic purposes, yes? Even after asking for clarification all she got in response was the rundown of the colors and pointed off to where the cabins were. Nicoletta was too excited by way of exhausted to raise much of a fuss as she carted herself and her baggage (and her luggage was brought along behind her as well) through the grounds towards the cabins. 

Hearing the colors, Nicoletta made a line for the pink area. It made sense, surely. In Burbank's teenage population she was considered something of a fashionista by association given that she ran with Heather Chapin's clique; though were Heather to see Nicoletta presently it might be enough to get the tyrant Chapin gagging in disgust. But it wasn't the pink cabin Nicoletta found herself in as she approached the cabins while looking at a map of the camp grounds. Nicoletta entered what she thought was a pink team girls cabin and began unloading her stuff. 

It wasn't until the next morning after Nicoletta was woken up by the arrival of the other campers that she realized this was not pink. From where she was looking, none of the people hovering around this cluster of cabins were what she would call 'fashionable'...and yet she didn't exactly look out of place with her low cost, low effort style of dress. Could she stay with these people? Would the accept her despite her status in Burbank? Nicoletta had to shake her head at that; why WOULDN'T they? Who here knew who she was?  

And so it was that Nicoletta found herself roped into the green team. 

With the campers arriving en masse, Nicoletta shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans, kept her head low, and made her way from the cabin towards the main hall area. She didn't exactly make eye contact with anyone walking past, and people that greeted her in passing only got a bit of a soft mumble in response. Hell of a first impression, she was thinking, shaking her head all the while. Many of these people had been here for years, had already known people and were meeting old friends again after a wide gap...and as she entered the main hall and saw the smiles as friends embraced...she wondered if she made a mistake in coming here. 

Nicoletta knew no one and no one knew her or even noticed her as she made her way further into the main hall, towards an empty seat near a side wall. Nicoletta wasn't sure she was in the right place. She realized now more than ever that despite her status in high school...she really didn't have much experience in the art of social interaction. Just another thing to work on during the summer. 

She sighed as she leaned back against the headrest of her chair, eyes just looking around at the happier people around the main hall with jealousy in her thoughts.[/center]


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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Pink Cabin → Camp Grounds → Main Hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b]The Wonders of Nature; Via Text: The Servant [@lovely complex]

[sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReCdPcaDn4M]'Whatever you use
Whatever you choose
Whatever your acronym

They say that either you're out
Or you're in
But you're on'[/url][/sub][hr]


The hardest part of checking in at Camp Liberty was the line. Hana Park had arrived in California the previous day, after having suffered through a plane ride while being sat next to someone in the aisle seat who kept forcing his hand onto her armrest. She was in the middle seat, and everyone with half a brain understands the the middle seat has two armrests. That was the whole benefit of HAVING the middle seat. Arriving in California meant having to meet up with her brother and his 'friends' who spent the summers in and out of various states of comprehension. She wasn't there to catch up or anything, she actually did not much like her brother, Ken, at all - not even their parents had many nice things to say about their high school burnout of a son - but he had his uses. Namely in handing over a fair few bottles of various pills. "Sleeping pills" she often called them, or else "anxiety medication" if anyone was to find out. 

There was a rule in place at Camp Liberty about no drugs or alcohol, but Hana Park had yet to get caught the previous two years, so what reason did she have to worry this year? The best part of Camp Liberty was that she could charge a premium for her services or she could ensure that bonfires and parties were extra memorable. Her first year she didn't exactly enjoy the idea of continuing her little trade in a different state, but she returned home after camp with enough money to buy a fabulous pair of heels she had been dying to have so...there were perks. 

Plus, you put a bunch of teenagers from all walks of life together in relatively close quarters and someone's going to want to pop a pill or two just to get through the day. In Hana's mind, she was simply providing goods and services, simple supply and demand, and who was she harming, really? The rules? There were rules about not having the opposite sex in the cabin but everyone knew that there was a period early in the morning when guys and ladies rushed along back to their own cabins before the wake up chime. 

The reason the check in line was the worst part of checking in was simply because Hana was in essence sumggling, having substances in the bottom of her purse, and that used to make her rather paranoid. But this was her third year and the process was rather smooth, with the familiar face welcoming her back and telling her that she was in pink again, of course, and Hana was well on her way. Hana picked the same bed she picked the previous two years, always the bottom bunk, always the furthest from the door. 

After claiming her space by plopping her bags down near or on the bed, Hana sat herself on the edge and took out her phone. There were people that were happy to see her, and why wouldn't they be? But there was really only one person Hana wanted to make sure was made aware of her presence. If anyone were to ask, Hana and her were thick as thieves. 

[color=orchid][b]To: Side Kick 

hey im here u here? lets meet up sometime 2day. need 2 check ur 'drobe. gotta coordinate outfits if u wanna hang wit me. remember to accessorize always <3

-Hana[/b][/color] 

Nessarose was a strange girl, but Hana had seen the girl as something of a protege of sorts. Girls like Hana Park needed their pet projects. 

After sending the text, Hana rustled around in her backpack, made sure her drawing pad had survived the journey, dug it out, and hurried herself out of the pink cabin and towards a quieter area of the camp grounds. There was one thing Hana liked to do before appearances dictated she make herself known to her peers, friends, and customers. She found an empty bench table and opened her drawing pad, sketching the view of the lake and the trees in front of her. Nature was not her best subject, but this was more to mark the occasion than anything else. 

Hana didn't often like to draw at Camp Liberty. Her reputation was as a stylish, queen B type, not as a weird artsy type, which is why she kept that particular hobby of hers on the lowest of downs. But even she could admit that doing a quick, if crude, sketch of the trees dotting the lake was comforting. It marked the fact that she had arrived, that nature could still exist in a state like California. She came from a small town in Tennessee, the most nature she got was farmlands and a Waffle House on damn near every corner, so this was rather refreshing. 

But as her pencil darted about the page Hana sighed. The drawing didn't look right. Her shading was off or something. It didn't matter; Hana ripped the page from her pad and tossed the crumbled ball onto the grass behind her. 

What a waste of time. 

Hana had appearances to make now. Camp Liberty had to know she was here. She might not have been the leader of pink team, but damn if she wasn't a living embodiment of one aspect of what made the pink team, well, the pink team. Hana Park made her way to the main hall and shoved open the doors as she stepped inside, sliding off her sunglasses and flipping her hair as she did so. She had arrived. 

[color=orchid]"Please, no flash photography, boys and girls,"[/color] Hana didn't even know if anyone heard her, nor did she really care. The point was that a queen was amidst the paupers and eventually they would show the proper deference. Another summer was about to begin, and Hana Park was giddy with the anticipation.[/center]