[center][color=cornflowerblue][h2]Stella-Maris Wynters[/h2][/color] 
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Large blue eyes watched the scenery fly by with disinterest before a [i]ping[/i] from the seat drew their attention to the pink cell phone laying next to her. She picked it up and with an ease that bespoke of how much she used the technology, she unlocked the screen with a flick and a few quick taps from her thumb. The screen lit up her face as her eyes scanned over the text message. She had texted her friends before leaving the tower, saying she was going away on a trip to get her mind in order. Recent events stopped them from questioning her further and all they sent back was well-wishes on her trip and the hint to bring them back something. She sighed and locked the phone, setting it inside her purse. Who knew [i]if[/i] she would ever see them again, never mind when. She knew next to nothing about this so-called "camp" or what it would hold for her. Her eyes flickered to the silent man in the drivers seat. He appeared to be in his late sixties, with salt and pepper hair and bright green eyes. At the sound of her stirring away from what had been her position of leaning against the window, those jewel-bright eyes flickered to the rear-view mirror before turning back to the road. 

[color=gold]"Penny for your thoughts, Miss Wynters?"[/color]

The sound of that deep voice awoke her from her thoughts and she turned to face the man. She had known him for all of her life and he had always been there for her when her father became too busy with work. [color=cornflowerblue]"Jarvis...Just what is this camp you keep mentioning? I know you say it's for people like us but...just what does that [i]mean[/i]?"[/color] She was becoming frustrated, having never had the patience for when people danced around a subject. Jarvis, having spent enough time around the girl, recognized the tone of her voice and knew he must tread very lightly or else face her temper. Or lack there of. When Stella-Maris became frustrated or angry enough, he knew she would just shut down and shut everyone out. And he didn't particularly want her in that condition upon arrival at camp. She would need to have a very open and clear mind when all is explained. 

[color=gold]"This camp is indeed for special people like us. I'm sure by now you realize how unique you were growing up-"[/color] And wasn't that true! Normal girls didn't have snow clouds form about their head when they were upset. [color=gold]"- and this camp was created to help you control those unique abilities and is also a place where you can be safe. I'm afraid that is all I can say at this time. Once at camp everything will be made clear."[/color] 

Stella-Maris sighed. She knew from Jarvis's tone that this was all she was going to get out of the man, no matter how much she tried. She settled back into her seat, resigned to wait until she was able to get the answers she wanted. She didn't know how much longer they had until they arrived so she passed the time by playing around on her phone. Finally, Jarvis pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park. The lack of motion jolted Stella-Maris from the action of going through all the photos on her phone. Most of them hurt her heart to look at and she was glad for the excuse to look away. Jarvis exited the car and came around to open her door. The girl gracefully exited the car, looping her purse over her arm as she surveyed her surroundings. 

It was mostly fields though her attention was immediately captured by a large tree standing sentry on a nearby hill. Jarvis grabbed her bags from the trunk of the limo and slung them easily across his shoulders, showing surprising strength for a man of his age. He gestured with his hand to the hill and began leading her up it. The climb wasn't easy in stiletto boots but Stella-Maris wasn't a big complainer and thus ignored it best she could. As they crested the hill, Stella-Maris was able to see a group of what looked like teenagers standing next to the big tree. She glanced questioningly at Jarvis as the man began leading her over. He cleared his throat as he set her bags down before addressing the group as he bowed and indicated Stella-Maris with his hand.

[color=gold]"May I present Miss Stella-Maris Wynters, Daughter of Victor Wynters and heir to Wynters Incorporated."[/color] Introductions now completed, he turned to look down at the young girl, a gentle smile crossing his face. [color=gold]"I leave you in good hands Miss. Please be careful and...try to enjoy yourself."[/color] Stella-Maris smiled back at the man before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him. [color=cornflowerblue]"Good bye Jarvis. Take good care of the tower for me. And try not to let Letti boss you around too much."[/color] They both shared a small chuckle as they remembered the resident chef's...bossy attitude towards the rest of the staff. They hugged once again and said their farewells; Jarvis taking a moment to enter camp and place Stella-Maris's bags in a safe location until she could figure out what to do with them. The girl then watched as her butler slowly made his way back to the limo. 

As he drove off, she took a deep centering breath and turned to face the group. There was a brief flash of sadness that sparked across her face before she was covering it up flawlessly with a dimpled smile. [i][color=cornflowerblue]This is for you Daddy.[/color][/i]
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