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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] green cabin > main hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] [@HaleyTheRandom] shawn, [@Fabricant451] nicoletta, [@Wintergrey] atlantis (mention of adielle, nathan, caleb, erik & finn, tate & luisa)
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the question was, who the hell did this to the green cabin? it was relatively obvious - tis did this every year without fail, after all, and her whole team knew it. fauna just wasn't sure [i]why[/i]. it was probably for the best that tis was the one to decorate, though, considering fauna personally would have gothed it up upon arrival (had her arrival been just a bit earlier). as she passed through the doorway, her fingers glided over the rolled up rug, wishing it was still on the ground rather than that nasty tropical towel. she moved to the side of the room that wasn't crowded by a massive sun umbrella and brushed aside the hanging shells that acted as a semi-doorway for the bottom bunk. jesus! it even smelled like the ocean in here; fauna scrunched up her nose and searched for the source of the smell, only to find that tis's clothes were scattered all around the cabin. if she weren't so annoyed by that fact, fauna would have smiled because of the predictability of it. where was atlantis, anyway? after some further inspection of the room, it appeared that she'd already had a little rest in one of the beds. typical again.

someone's things looked far too high-class to fit in with the green team. fauna took it upon herself to pick through the individual's things, evidently a female, and of a very specific social status. well! a newcomer, she assumed, and tossed everything back where she found it. she other bottom bunk available was already taken, and - having familiarized herself with her team after a long three years - fauna was able to pinpoint the things as being adielle's. unlike her impulsiveness with the newcomer's belongings, she swayed the temptation to look through adi's things. instead, she took over the last available bottom bunk, tearing down the shells and sand dollars and stomping on them scornfully. that'd show 'em. she hastily tore out her clothes and folded them into a chest at the foot of the bed, then stacked personal belongings over them - makeup and other hygiene supplies, classic literature lest she inevitably get bored, her medication... it's not like fauna was the type to register her meds at check-in. they'd just take it away and stick her on the intake routine with other sick kids. boring.

she plucked up a brush from the top of her gathered pile and moved to the bathroom, examining herself with some distaste. her face looked fine enough - she had yet to put on any actual beauty products, so there was fortunately none of that foundation shine or glaze of long-worn eyeliner - but her hair looked ratty as all hell. fauna swiped the brush through it, forcing the overgrown locks into a more uniform assembly, then tossed it back into the chest. that's about all her energy could take for now. fauna moved from the cabin and, with an eagle eye, looked over to the next one over; that was where she assumed the boys of green were taking refuge. may as well have a sneak peek. she trudged over and invaded the space, finding no one but their luggage present. how rude, not even staying to say [i]hello[/i] to everyone's favourite epileptic. fauna flicked through the bags left on beds curiously, peered into the bathroom intrusively, and then decided nothing here interested her. nathan, shawn, caleb, and the twins were evidently not going to leave easter eggs for her to find this year.

then, she assumed, everyone must be in the main hall. ignoring the groups that trampled through the grounds and the individuals who stalked by their lonesome to find their cabins, she moved towards the famed main hall, eyes on the prize. her entrance wasn't nearly as grand as some others, but still she wafted her hands through the air as if she was of utmost importance (although it was simply habitual at this point). fauna passed the grey team before she reached the one in mind, and her eyes briefly gazed over their heads, searching for one particular individual she'd welcomed to the camp two years earlier... nothing. she ignored the twinge of disappointment that arose then, however. it's not like she'd ever had a very up-close-and-personal conversation with tate yet, anyway, because of his demon-from-hell sister luisa. all right - admittedly, luisa wasn't too bad, and in fact fauna admired her hair and composure more than anything else, but still. the female counterpart of their duo was what scared her from actually speaking to the brother. in any case, she pretended that the lingering look she gave to the grey group was simply a nonverbal greeting and nodded at them absently.

the first person her eyes landed on was... er. one of the beauchamps, at least. honestly, at this point, she wasn't entirely certain if it was nathan like the roster would tell her or if nicholas liked to pretend to be the green teamer out of the two of them. [i]nathan[/i] appeared to be glued to his phone, and fauna almost felt like she should turn around and whip out her phone as if it was routine, but more likely than not he was just texting that blue teamer. fauna didn't keep up to date on very much, but more than anything she somewhat stalked the rest of her team, figuring out who they were close to and who they detested. it's the most one could do when you're not naturally intuitive like the rest of your oh-so-cunning teammates. in any case, she didn't call out to nathan like she would with a closer friend, both not wishing to bother him and not willing to embarrass herself at such a distance. even still, fauna approached with a hesitant, flitting step, eyeing the rest of those gathered.

while this individual wasn't exactly in the right place right beside nathan, fauna was smart enough to match her clothing to the things in her bag. the new green teamer! she didn't appear to be very enthusiastic about the new camp she was stuck in, but that was nothing surprising. fauna could remember her first day here - a little twelve year old, perched in the corner of the main hall on the softest chair she could find, who had a seizure once someone started playing their loud-ass hip hop. that wasn't exactly the most fun in the world, and it was what pushed people away from bringing their boomboxes, as far as she knew. back to reality, the new girl didn't seem to fit in very well with the green stereotype. she looked like she was envying the other campers who did match their groups from afar, and really, like she'd rather be anywhere else than here; fauna couldn't shake the spark of sympathy that arose, strangely enough. it was rare that she felt anything akin to generosity, but the new kid just looked so [i]helpless...[/i]

shawn to the rescue, apparently. fauna could just barely hear him introducing himself and simulaneously welcoming her, and thanked the gods that he'd gotten there first - personally, she would've mucked up first impressions like history had never seen before. this was pretty typical of shawn, though. he was a good guy usually, doing what he could to keep others feeling swell (and to keep them on their toes, she thought), but he was just a little bit of a devil. unpredictable, even, so fauna found herself gravitating away from shawn rather than trying to get to know him better - for someone who wasn't very easily triggered, fauna did her best to avoid anyone that could act as one. in any case, the new kid seemed to be responding well to his friendliness, and now that fauna was closer she caught ear of a name: nicoletta. very italian, she thought, and then this nicoletta was thanking shawny boy. how nice that she should make a friend on her first day... it was inspiring enough to send fauna waltzing on over, a skip in her step and light suddenly shining from her eyes.

before she could, however, atlantis was there and showing off that sunny disposition. she was dressed the same way she decorated the cabin - with a very beachy bikini top and shorts to keep her cold. close enough to hear everything in great detail, fauna rolled her eyes at the myriad of nicknames tis came up with on the spot, a smile quirking her lips just slightly. [color=7bcdc8][b]"you're so [i]californian,[/i] tisdale,"[/b][/color] she whispered once she was close enough, though her eyes were stuck on nicoletta as she spoke. it was truly difficult to understand the green leader whenever she went off with that goofy slang, but fauna had no intent to make fun of it - to lessen any possible blow from her teasing, she squeezed atlantis's shoulder before plopping down beside nicoletta. possibly too close, at that: as per usual for fauna, she was in near enough quarters to touch knees with the newcomer, her elbow resting on her own thigh so that her fist could balance her chin. she was gazing at nicoletta with a sort of holly golightly-esque curiosity, one thick eyebrow raised like they were in an interrogation.

[color=7bcdc8][b]"you call her what you want - i'm sticking with [i]lolotte,[/i][/b][/color] she announced pleasantly, her french brogue returning to her briefly with the nickname. [color=7bcdc8][b]"are you italian, [i]trésor?[/i] your name is very [i]italian.[/i] i'm absolutely intrigued.[/b][/color] fauna was studying nicoletta as if she were some new pet to be played with, then glanced at tis as if she was the mother who gave her said pet, all grateful and doe-eyed. suddenly, her back went straight and she removed her poised elbow from her thigh, looking all aghast. [color=7bcdc8][b]"i'm terrible. i'd forgotten to tell you my name!"[/b][/color] fauna cleared her throat and settled in her seat more, placing one spindly hand over her heart. [color=7bcdc8][b]"i'm fauna, and welcome to camp liberty! say, i looked through your things, and you're not from around here, are you?"[/b][/color] apparently, it was no strange thing to look through someone else's belongings according to fauna.
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[center][hr][hr][h1][color=8493ca][b]OLIVER CASH[/b][/color][/h1][hr][hr]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] main hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] [@lovely complex] ash, [@Altered Tundra] eli & jackson, [@Wade Wilson] ghost
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with ash's calm countenance in addressing jackson, oliver assumed that he wasn't as bad as the first description of him made him out to be. after all, how would he feel if his first impression was shattered simply because of what someone else said about him? he shot a thoughtful look jackson's way; maybe he was some avid wilde reader who had his moments of hysteria, or he was a violinist who had some daredevilist tendencies, or he was a straight a student who had some criminal streak just to 'get it out of his system.' there oli went again with the romanticizing. he reminded himself to calm down, and the interested look directed at jackson turned into a more scornful and judgmental one, his eyebrows furrowing and his jaw setting in place. he was sent here to fix that huge degree of cynicism that lingered under his veil of innocence, sure, but he also needed to be less of a pushover. that meant no more clinging to the hope that everyone was truly good and more allowing himself to just not like all those that he meets.

he met aisling's glance once she began talking about him and straightened his back so that he was no longer looking solemnly toward the ground, trying to appear less lackluster in the eyes of the infamous jackson drake. hopefully it worked, but most likely it didn't - while his posture surely looked more confident from afar, it didn't match the nervous tinge that surrounded all of his facial features and, y'know, his entire demeanor. he didn't necessarily care to listen to the red teamer's response to ash's question, but his ears were perked anyway; what in the hell would someone like that like about a place like this? surely it was some artificial answer, like the fact that a place in the middle of the woods had a media room with an abundance of consoles, or that he was allowed to skateboard freely through this hall like he owned the place. [i]you cynic,[/i] he accused himself, rolling his shoulders to release the building tension.

elijah's translucent but not exactly transparent gaze was more threatening than ash's, in his opinion. translucent in the sense that those royal gems were quite literally see-through and ghostly, but not transparent in the sense that oliver could not get anything of substance from a look alone. he couldn't understand anything about eli from simply studying his external appearance, and it was annoying as all hell. you could read jackson because he looked like a ratty little kid, but elijah was a different story. if this was what all grey teamers were like, with all their supposed mystery... oli knew he wouldn't get on exactly well. plus, the way eli faced him with a certain confidence, as if he could see right through him, it was unnerving more than anything else. a paranoia began to rise in the newcomer and he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding direct eye contact with the other boy lest he inadvertently reveal anything about himself through meeting his gaze. this was all... a bit too much, all at once.

despite how intimidating he was on the outside, elijah's next words were comforting. oliver visibly deflated, his shoulders relaxing just a bit, and he smiled at eli sheepishly. he brought that sweet little smile over to ash once her name was up in the air again, but it quickly disappeared when he heard eli's hidden chuckle, presumably directed at jackson's [i]accident.[/i] if it was an accident. oliver had a sneaking suspicion that this was some publicity stunt. whatever the case may be, he half-ignored the rambling from jackson as best he could, deciding he didn't like the kid simply from how juvenile his words were. but he was unable to do so for long - soon, the boy was talking to him, and oliver sat back quickly as if to dodge a strike from jackson. nessa, oddball, really hot; oli was slightly offended by the words, but partially grateful to learn her name, even if it came from such an unreliable source. [color=8493ca][b]"nessa,"[/b][/color] he repeated after jackson contemplatively, and he had half the mind to tell jackson off for his extraneous comments, but he didn't have even a third of the heart.

while he wondered what exactly jackson was thinking about once a very otherworldly, fearful look came into his eyes, oli didn't bother asking. jackson answered anyway. oliver scoffed audibly at the shortened explanation - as if jackson could pass his exams, and if he failed he would have no right to blame it on some skateboarding stint. [i]don't be so rude, oliver,[/i] he could hear his mother's voice, and oli knew all of his anger was going to jackson simply because he was an easy target, but it's not like keeping it all in his head would hurt the kid. while he was aware that jackson proceeded to inspect him like some vet searching for fleas on a dog, oli didn't have the courage to meet his eyes, and instead withdrew even more into himself. what's he looking for? some sort of weak spot? oli clutched his jacket closer to him, suddenly extremely self-conscious. just as quickly, he berated himself for feeling that way under some idiot's gaze. 

[color=e62020][i]why so quiet?[/i][/color] bad news. oli finally glared at jackson, feeling rosacea light his cheeks up faintly. it was weak to get angry over such a small provocation, but... jackson was coming closer, asking questions, and oliver felt like the world was closing in on him. [i]just a kid,[/i] he reminded himself, but none of the rage he felt mentally was showing on his face; there was no way to ward off jackson with any crazy eyes. all his expression read was 'awkward kid feeling awkward.' as usual. he was close enough that oli could feel the red teamer's breath, and he scowled, prepared to snap verbally, but then jackson shot back to answer ash. praise the lord. while the answer he had to give wasn't the most pleasant of all, oliver breathed out shakily, feeling the trembling that racked his torso cease slowly. he didn't even hear any of the words jackson was saying, but it's not like a response about 'hot chicks' meant anything to someone like him.

in all of his mental turmoil, oliver didn't notice yet another person practically flying at them. he widened his eyes at the new face sliding on the floor like a penguin, looking round at the other members of the team for answers, until he realised the stranger was looking at him. [i]fam.[/i] ah, so that meant he was part of this team. oli's eyes followed him like trained machinery as he stood, wondering if perhaps he should say hello, or... [color=#808080][i]so... this the new kid, huh?[/i][/color] oliver felt almost like the person addressing him didn't like him, but then his face suddenly lit up with a smile, and oli instinctively forced himself away after a split-second of his hair being ruffled. realising that must have looked pretty out of place, he smiled apologetically up at the other boy, flicking his gaze to the ground again. alex, ghost, dad - all of those were familiar, and oliver looked at him once more, sticking the name to his face. alex, ghost, dad - those were three options to choose from, and oli decided the safest way to go was probably his real name and not some pet name or kink name: alex. he forced a nervous little laugh at [i]alex[/i]'s personal introduction, picking at the dandelion rather than addressing the off-center intro.

[color=8493ca][b]"you're the leader,"[/b][/color] he stated thoughtfully, as if it wasn't obvious, nodding his head morosely. he still couldn't bring himself to think of ghost as his actual position, instead opting for ash as the head of grey. but he wouldn't say that out loud; for god's sake, he wasn't going to call out the leader right in front of him. [color=8493ca][b]"i'm oliver."[/b][/color] he decided now was the time to ask the question that had been nagging him, addressing the majority of the group rather than ash this time, seeing as she was currently being... begrudgingly, oliver admitted it seemed like she was being [i]flirted[/i] with by jackson, albeit in a rather amateur manner. they were like schoolyard kids dancing around actually admitting their fancies. [color=8493ca][b]"just - out of curiosity, what is this place? what are we doing here, some sort of orientation?"[/b][/color] he barely stayed at reception long enough to take note of what they were going to be up to here, but that's what teams are for - saving him from being the cat curiosity killed.
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