[center][h1][color=72b55e]Tʀɪᴄɪᴀ Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ Sᴛᴇᴠᴇɴs[/color][/h1][/center]

Gulping, she was sure as hell surprised that someone had surprised so quickly, let alone a boy. She started to respond, [url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0GiMZJMUqql]"Hey I-"[/url] before a blast of energy came from the radio in the form of another person. This time a girl. Tricia couldn't help but smile at her energy. She could tell this girl was going to be fun. [url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s1owYR0Gus59]"Oh my God."[/url] Tricia said with a laugh. [url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s00DTG2tE3N9]"Hey, i'm Tricia. I got these chips from the box next to the fridge. Um, that's what I chose, cause they are my favorite too! They sure are good Tori. Mmmmmm mmm mmm."[/url] she teased the girl, taking another hit from her pipe, coughing again waiting for response. Tricia thought of herself as humorous. In hindsight she should have said something to Quinten but she figured that she had all summer to say something to him.

Another boy introduced himself, and Tricia nodded. She was trying to remember how many towers there were. She recalled that there were six in total, but she wondered how many people there were in each. She was thankful she had watchtower Eucalyptus to herself. That meant no one to tell her what to do, and no one that she had to tell what to do either. Eating some more of her chips she continued to wait for more people to speak. Crumpling up her empty bag of chips she tossed it towards the trash can, missing it completely. After, she took out one of her notebooks from her backpack, and looked at the map that was given to her earlier by Oliver. Writing down each of the tower names, she started to match things. Kyle was in Cactus. She was in Eucalyptus. Tori and Quinten hadn't mentioned their locations yet, but assumed that they would soon. 

[color=c7263b][h3]Meanwhile..[/h3][/color]

A house in the midst of the forest is lively with argument. The voices aren't distinct enough to be known but various tones can be heard inside. A loud bang could be heard, and then the small cry of a young child. The small house is now eerily quiet, the shades closed tight. The back door opens and a young man can be seen dragging out a large garbage bag. He then places it into a dumpster on the edge of one of the park grounds next to Five Mile Creek. The flies are swarming to it in no time. Visitors don't pay too much attention to it, throwing their own garbage on top of it as they go about their day.