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[b][u][color=fcf3b5]L[/color]ocation;[/u][/b] Meeting Hall!
[b][u][color=fcf3b5]I[/color]nteracting [color=fcf3b5]W[/color]ith;[/u][/b] [color=fcf3b5]In Person[/color]: Jackson, Adielle, and Elijah [sup]([@Altered Tundra])[/sup], Duh Woof Pack [sup]([@foxygen] [@HaleyTheRandom] [@Wade Wilson] [@lovely complex])[/sup], and Pink Head Cheerleader [sup]([@flightless-angel-castiel])[/sup]
[color=fcf3b5]In Text[/color]: The Real Slim Shady [sup]([@reiko])[/sup][/center][hr]

Armed to the teeth with a pair of sunglasses and some sunshine in his pocket, Sunny moved through the masses of milling students to dispense whatever he could in one of the many Purple cabins on their side of the camp. He'd taken the time to stroll at a pace that allowed him time to stare at the vibrant green of the leaves shaking in the summer breeze, captivated by the nature surrounding him. Being a Seattle native, he didn't spend much time between the biting cold and the sprinkling of rain to enjoy nature. Even if he enjoyed the bustling city life surrounding him, it felt nice to take a deep, deep breath of fresh air not tainted by the exhaust of cars and the stifling currents of air picking up ever kind of scent and their mother. Of course, a city boy could only do so much when given free range over a large, expansive patch of land. Sunny went wherever he let himself be taken, most of the time and with little complaints.

Many individuals couldn't quite guess where Sunny came from (and a lot said California just for the fact that he radiated carefree happiness? He didn't know, really). Seattle's grunge and hipster style didn't set its teeth into Sunny's fashion sense - no overly large coats or scarves in the summer and certainly no beanies to cover that bright, cornflower yellow hair or thick rimmed glasses to cover his sunshine-in-blue-skies eyes. Most of what Sunny where highlighted his disposition, with bright colors and short sleeves. Honestly, he always looked prepared to throw everything off to reveal a pair of swim trunks before he dove straight into the waters. His mother called him a perpetual tourist, carrying a camera everywhere he went ("[color=fcf3b5]gotta find all the kodiak moments, mom![/color]") and wearing dumb Hawaiian floral shirts with his dumb, dad cargo pants.

No one questioned that style though because it was so distinctly Sunny that it hurt. And it felt nice being able to walk out on a sunny day with a too large button up open and flowing to reveal the stark white tank top underneath and just about ready to tackle the day.

And that usually meant sitting around looking at everything, seeing everything, smiling at everything. On days where his calendar alerted him to events currently happening, that meant Sunny arrived late almost all the time. Well, actually, just pretty much all the time. Someone like him, who liked to stop and smell the flowers while also getting his nose into more than just sweet nectar (re: trouble, lots and lots of trouble that's not his own business) couldn't stick to a strict schedule if it smacked him in the goddamn face.

So, eventually, Sunny made his way back to the main hall, still armed with his signature beaming grin and his hands stuffed into his pockets. And, well, stepping into the large room immediately felt tense and Sunny's back straightened while his brows furrowed. His eyes darted around the room, lips puckered, in search of what set the air off into a burst of electricity. The sound came first, despite Sunny's eyes covering decent ground and he immediately moved toward the vicinity of people gaggling about, mostly greys but a few stray pinks and maybe a red found themselves in the mix.

With his camera raised, Sunny stalked toward each individual, setting himself up far enough away to get each one in the shot. The subsequent snap and pop of the camera's light would have caught anyone's attention of Sunny's loud enough smile wouldn't. "[color=fcf3b5]Damn, what a picture perfect family outing. Glad I could immortalize it for you all[/color]," he said, sliding onto the table where a few spots had been freed up. The Polaroid picture slid from its slot and into Sunny's hand, immediately waving it neatly before handing it to the closest individual, that being Ash with a bright smile. Who knows what she thought of him - he certainly didn't, but that didn't matter much. "[color=fcf3b5]Mostly grey kids[/color]," Sunny stated, "[color=fcf3b5]though I know your lots disposition of Pink, but that's what scissors are for and cute cutouts of some hot celeb in a magazine, you know[/color]?"

After his abrupt introduction, Sunny turned toward Adielle and Jackson, eyeing Eli standing between them. "[color=fcf3b5]So, uh what's got everyone in a tizzy this first day of camp[/color]?" his eyes caught Jackson's scrunched expression, brows furrowing slightly but not enough to determine anything beyond Sunny's neutral mood: happy sunshine ray of good times. Regardless of that, this course of action would maybe, possibly land Sunny with a black eye if he decided to step in himself. Or get yelled at by both Eli and Adi from the looks of their own expressions. Or both. Usually it was both. Most likely it'd be both.

He slid his gaze toward Kitt for just a moment before brushing his presence off - probably just came to start gossip or fault someone for wearing spring when they were autumn. Sunny wasn't one for stereotyping anyone, but if he had to, Kitt would be his go to choice; everything he did was the embodiment of pink's chosen plans of action.

Maybe it was the thrill of stopping someone from going gung-ho on another person, the potential of a fight he'd most likely lose. Or maybe it was the feeling afterwards of having been there to help someone. Or maybe it was the sense of some kind of righteous justice, things you read about in comic books that seemed awesome but were actually really dumb like standing up to a mugger wielding a knife with no form of defense but his bare hands. This situation was more like riling a bear up after he'd just pounce on two mountain lions already baring their teeth (get it? [b]BARING[/b]) while a pack of wolves sat at his rear. He chose the quick moment between responses to shoot Alex a text (not the one beside him or the other one with a 'K'; the lady one with the prickly attitude and resting bitch face that could probably compete with Holden's, who stared lacking any amusement at the fiasco in front of him).

[quote=Sunny Morris][color=fcf3b5][center][b]To: The Living Space Needle[/b][/center]
so first off: HI I MISSED U!!!! second off: how quick can you get to the meeting hall? i put myself in an all out gang war west side story style and im about to get anita'd. . . you know that scene in the diner where? yeah. im about to get anita'd hardcore from the looks of it. be my doc bby don't let them have my innocenceeeeeeeeeee [ten crying emojis followed by a few poop emojis][/color][/quote]

He didn't exactly know what he'd gotten himself into until he'd settled himself in the thick of it after trampling everyone's right to privacy by snapping their candid moment. Hostile, but still candid.