[center][h1][color=mediumpurple]Cassidy Ann Bradbury[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] media room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [b][color=mediumpurple][s]creeping on[/s] watching and then managing a few words:[/color][/b] the pretty gamer girls ([@HushedWhispers] [@Dirty Pretty Lies])[/center]

Cassie wasn't the most hardcore gamer around. She played plenty, sure, but she didn't think of herself as amazing. Usually, watching others play a video game wasn't so cringe-worthy to her, because she got not being [i]that[/i] great. But, the one person playing was not that good, and it was very cringe-worthy for the red-head. She had spent endless hours that she wouldn't admit too playing Black Ops and the one player was making very poor choices; obviously, he hadn't played much. It was one of those things where Cass really wanted to step in but she also didn't want to come off as a know-it-all cunt-nozzle that was controlling, so she simply watched with her hands in her pockets and clenching her fists in the small space the fabric allowed. Another factor fitting in with her beginning to rock on her feet was boredom; right now, she was just exploring, she didn't actually want to play anything, so she decided going back to main hall would be best. After all, she was new, she should probably showcase her shininess to anyone who came in. Even, this was getting harder to watch, so time to exit, stage left. Or right. She wasn't a theatre nerd, she didn't understand the difference.

However, before she could turn tail and leave the disaster happening on the TV, a loud shriek pierced the air. It made her turn towards it, wondering what could make that sound. Oh, a pretty girl could. Her boredom was gone now, interest peaked. She noticed one of the girls produce two wireless Xbox-360 controllers from out of no where, like magic or something, and felt her lips twitch upward. So no one could take the console before the other girl got there - that was smart. Admittedly, she was interested in not only the game the girls were playing, but the players themselves. They were quite pretty and they could game on top of it? Certainly Cassie didn't need those thoughts at this very moment.

Also, their obviously close friendship caught her attention. She wouldn't mind gaining a friend like that this summer. It was why she was here, wasn't it? To make new friends? She almost grumbled to herself but remembered she was in public, glancing around. She had some control over herself, at least. She slowly moved closer to where the two girls sat; the one looked vaguely familiar, and Cassie couldn't put her finger on where she had seen her before. It was sort of annoying her since she couldn't figure it out. She stood slightly behind the couch they were on, at the corner, not that noticeable to them unless they looked over their shoulder. Instead of watching the screen, however, she was watching the girls, because the one just looked so familiar. It was pestering the crap out of her. Thankfully, she was close enough to hear the one girl announce she was the Nighttingale. She gave a soft gasp, recognition slapping her in the face. She felt like such an idiot, that was why the one girl looked familiar.

"[color=mediumpurple]You're Sierra Jameson![/color]" she accidentally said out loud. That was supposed to be in her head, it totally was. Now, her face felt hot, because she interrupted their conversation, especially after Sierra had asked a question. Now Cassie was jumping in by accident. Damn her and her loud mouth! "[color=mediumpurple]I'm, uh, sorry. Continue on. I'm just watching if you don't mind.[/color]" she mumbled, eyes flickering back to the screen; she wasn't usually this nervous or shy, but... these girls were pretty, and she had been noticing the soft curves of girls lately, had been finding herself a bit more nervous around ones she found quite pretty. And, she hadn't meant to interrupt them, so that was a bit embarrassing; she didn't want to upset anyone on her first day here. What a great first impression, her loud mouth having taken over for her.

[center][h1][color=indianred]William August Whittaker[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] lake > main hall
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] his own mind.[/center]

Despite the stupid, nagging fear in the back of Will's mind that that amount of water could drown him without even caring to get his name first, it was a beautiful sight. The trees around the lake, the lake itself, even the grass seemed pretty out here. It was different from his hometown; it was more... vibrant, more [i]alive[/i] feeling. Perhaps it helped because he didn't feel like the lingering pressure of his family's status was looming over his head. Out here, he felt... free. Like he could breath now. Which he did. He took a deep breath and turned away from the lake. No need to freak himself out before he went back to the main hall, what a great first fucking impression that would be. Honestly, he didn't care if he got to know anyone here well or not. Will wasn't one for getting close to anyone; after all, he was moving on after this summer. The biggest reason he came here was to give himself a chance to be far away from his family, and to be able to run free after this whole experience. The only reason he was going to stay during the summer was because his parents would be checking in and he knew they would be. He didn't expect too much to come out of this summer experience. Now, that didn't mean he wasn't slightly excited; he did like experiencing new things and this was definitely new for him.

He moved on, into the main hall. By the time he got in there, most of the loud entrances had been made. He missed out on the "fun." The main hall was growing more crowded, not that it was extremely bothersome to him. He took a look around, eyes searching out a vending machine. He hadn't brought any of the snacky foods he legit stuffed in his backpack alongside things deemed necessaries and now he was regretting it, since there wasn't a vending machine in sight. Sighing to himself, he instead got a stick of gum from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. It was better than anything, he just needed to be chewing on something. He moved farther into the main hall and found a seat in one of the corners of the room. Settling in to people-watch, because that seemed more interesting at the moment instead of introducing himself to anyone. Which, the people-watching was interesting; there were some obviously interesting types at this camp and that increased his excitement. He wondered if anyone had any good stories to tell; he wasn't expecting anything out there or [i]that[/i] fascinating, but he was sure he could hear some good stuff. However, he didn't make a move to get up and actually go meet people. He'd wait till this introduction thing got officially started.

[center][h1][color=palevioletred]Alton Kitt Sanders[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] main hall
[b][u]Interacting with:[/u][/b] [color=palevioletred][b]via text:[/b][/color] [s]Favorite Slut[/s] Hana ([@Fabricant451]); [s]Precious Air-head[/s] Nessa ([@lovely complex]); [s]Sassy-sidekick[/s] Jess ([@Undine]); [color=palevioletred][b]in person:[/b][/color] the wolf pack [s]for his own amusement[/s] plus a reddie ([@foxygen] [@HaleyTheRandom] [@Altered Tundra] [@Wade Wilson])[/center]

The little bit of attention Kitt had received upon entering and announcing himself was nice. He smiled when he noticed a few people go back to their own devices when he told them to continue on. While he knew it was them not caring, he could pretend it was because they were listening to him. That was funner than thinking the truth. His sweep of the room showed him none of his girls were here. Jess, Hana, nor Nessa. "[color=palevioletred]Bitches.[/color]" he mumbled as he passed by a small group of ladies, who looked at him with various expressions of confusion and offense. He rolled his eyes, waving his hand at them dismissively. "[color=palevioletred]Not [i]you[/i] bitches, seesh.[/color]" he said with a eye roll, moving on before they could possibly throw an insult back. Not that Kitt would have given a shit anyway. He knew what he was about, not those cunts. He began to survey the room again, to find someone to poke at while he waited for his ladies to text back, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He whipped it, grinning down at the smart device when he saw it was a text from his favorite slut ever. Seriously, ever. He hummed to himself at her text, thumbs hovering over the lit screen. He was excited to hook back up with his bitches and catch up with them. He had texted them all somewhat over his school year but it was harder to keep up with people like that. But he knew each summer, they would all be loud and sassy together, like they never split up. It was what he loved about them; it was like they never parted. He was smiling as he typed a text back.

[color=palevioletred][center][b]To: my fav slut hanananana[/b]
perfection takes time darlin! come to main asap. u'll find my sexy ass here waitin for boring intros to start[/center][/color]

Before he could even put his phone back in his pocket, it vibrated in his hand. He rolled his eyes, thinking, [color=palevioletred][i]Hana, you desperate bitch, I've told you I'm gay before.[/i][/color] when he saw it was from Nessa. [color=palevioletred][i]My other desperate bitch, aw![/i][/color] he didn't hesitant to type out a reply to her, because Nessa was his strange, little child he had adopted, and that he dressed up every chance he got. His own personal little china doll.

[color=palevioletred][center][b]To: precious air-headed nessa[/b]
hug received! hurry up xoxo[/center][/color]

He didn't pocket his phone just yet, because there was one other person he wanted to alert to his wonderful presence. Sassy bitches gotta stick together, right? Well, he and Jess did. Their sassy bickering back and forths was what he lived for, okay? He adored them and adored her. It always looked like they were fighting but for those who knew them well, they were only fucking with each other. You can only put so much sass together before it turned on itself, but their sass turned in a playful and teasing way. Even if Jess was ever forreal about one of her insults or what have you, it wouldn't make Kitt bat an eye. He just didn't get offended that easily and Jess was his boo thang so he wouldn't give a shit anyway. 

[color=palevioletred][center][b]To: sassy sidekick jess[/b]
bitch u need to know my fabulous ass is here. c u soon my sexy boo[/center][/color]

This time, he did manage to pocket his phone, and continued his observation of the room. Someone of interest caught his eye; he was a little thing, being surrounded by [color=palevioletred][i]the wolf pack[/i][/color] as Kitt deemed them. Get it? Grey, grey wolves. The sassy boy thought he was funny, okay? He pursed his lips slightly, blue eyes taking in the obviously new addition to the camp, and to the grey team. Poor thing, he got put in one of the crappy teams. How tragic! And that outfit, [i]God[/i], someone help him. Kitt wanted to help him. The thing would be precious as hell if he dressed correctly. Kitt never talked to very many people in the grey team; he knew of them, and they knew of him. He may have thrown a few sassy comments their way but he did that with everyone. Today, he felt a bit bold, and like he wanted to get to know them better (but not in a super friendly way). Maybe that tiny thing was helping push him in their direction but also, Kitt was already bored, and he wanted to mess with somebody. Who better than the wolves? He enjoyed walking into dens and possibly getting bit, it was fun! So, he walked over to the little pack, noticing a red wolf was there too, but ignoring Jackson. He put on a toothy smile, stopping a couple feet from them and clapping his hands to catch their attention. "[color=palevioletred]The wolf pack and all its glory!... plus Jackson.[/color]" he said, shooting said red member a teeth-baring grin, "[color=palevioletred]I see we have a new little pup - what's his name? He's [i]precious[/i].[/color]" he teased, giving everyone a smile, directing it last at the little pup. He even bent over a little to be more at eye-level with the little pup, as he now deemed him, his smile not as feral or teasing as it was directed at him, more soft now, because the pup was just so darn cute! He didn't really care if he interrupted a conversation, or tensions that were occurring, he just wanted to ruffle some feathers and move on. He had a tendency to make sassy comments at everyone, it was in his nature, and the ones who had been here for more than one year should expect him to say [i]something[/i] every time he wandered by, by now. That was Kitt Sanders for you, loud and proud and almost [i]always[/i] out of line.