Thursday. It was one hot day in sunny California, though maybe that was a bit of a sign of things to come. At least, that's what Felix hoped for. Things seemed like they were set up to be the start of a nice, relaxed summer. The trip to the camp from the last place he had been staying was short, especially since he was living out of his car. As he pulled up to the camp to park, an audible groan came from him as he saw his parent's vehicle parked there. How had they heard he was going to be here? Parking his old, red 1986 Jeep Cherokee, the teen nearly slammed the door shut.

The heat never seemed to bother the upper class adults, or at least they never showed it. The middle aged man and woman left the their comfortable car, walking swiftly to their rebellious son. 

"Felix Anderson Westbrook! How dare you work for such a... Dirty place. Your father and I were right in our-" Dolores, Felix's mother started to shout at the teen, only to be quieted by her husband.

Anthony Westbrook lowered his hand that he used to interrupt his wife, keeping a distasteful look from his expression. "Dolores, that is no way to greet our son. As upset as we are with him, there is no reason to push him further." Dolores kept her mouth shut, nodding as she cast a discreet glare to their disappointment.

[url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s1v9uv5bWBwS]"Really? You two are still on about me being a disgrace to the family?"[/url] Felix sighed hands rubbing his temples. There went the good feeling about the start to things now, thanks to these two. [url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0faCp2jLetd]"I thought you would have understood by now... I don't care about the family name, I don't! I'm here to get a start on what I want to do, on who I want to be. I'm not here for attention from you two so I can get dragged back home and have all your high strung tendencies forced on me with threat of punishment daily."[/url]

Felix and his father bickered for what seemed to be some time, until Felix grabbed his duffel bag and his guitar case. He was blatantly ignoring his parents as they tried to coerce him into going home with them. The rebellious teen tried his best not to slam the door to the camp office behind him after he was led in, looking to Oliver, a bit embarrassed as he must have heard all the arguing. 

It seemed like his new boss didn't seem to mind though, as he got right to explaining everything once Felix had sat down. Between his parent's failed attempt to force him back into a 'proper' life and the decorations around the office,  the teen was far too distracted to catch any of the lecture. Blinking, Felix looked back to Oliver from the man's desk. [url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ENUl9OV7oJ]"Oh... Uh, yeah. I-I got it."[/url]

Felix kept in mind what he did catch from his boss, nodding as he looked at the radio. At least it wasn't that bad. Not horribly overbearing rules, a pretty relaxed feel, seemed better than he had initially thought. He snapped from his thoughts, almost not noticing that Oliver had started to lead him off to his tower. He caught up quickly, glad to be wearing light clothing and some tough boots for the walk. 

Once in his tower, after having looked at what he had to work with, he nodded, looking to his boss. [url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0k8iXA9EgGI]"Huh, not bad. Think I could get used to this."[/url] He turned to Oliver, presented with the binoculars, going to take them. He paused as the man didn't let go, adding onto the rules. It was a tad odd how he got a smile right after being so very serious for a moment. Staring at the binoculars, he waited as Oliver left. 

The heavy duffel bag plopped from the floor as Felix slipped it from his shoulder. That held his essentials: clothing, toiletries, notebooks with writing tools. He had a stash of picks in one of the pockets too, if he ever ran out of them on his person. The guitar case on the other hand, he set lightly on the bed, opening it to see his prized possession. Taking it out and setting the case aside, Felix sat himself on his bed, legs hanging off the side, his radio plopped down beside him. Starting to strum a couple cords, the teen nearly missed the chatter on the radio. 

Sounded like some of the other rangers were already here and just getting to introductions. Sounded like a nice bunch, so far. He was tempted to introduce himself, but he still was a bit on edge thanks to the 'welcoming party' when he got to camp. Keeping tabs on the radio, Felix continued to play, nothing coherent, more of a random assortment of notes in no good order.