[center][h3][color=goldenrod]Luisa[/color] & [color=slateblue]Tate[/color][/h3][img]http://i.imgur.com/b1K9Lvs.png[/img]

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[center][b][color=goldenrod]Location;;[/color][/b] Somewhere in Camp → The Main Hall, BITCHES
[b][color=slateblue]Interacting With;;[/color][/b]  Each other [sub][@Fabricant451][/sub] [sub][@lovely complex][/sub] → Mention of Jackson [sub][@Altered Tundra][/sub] and Fauna [sub][@foxygen][/sub] → AND EVERYONE ELSE (Tate takes notice of William Whittaker [sub][@flightless-angel-castiel][/sub], Fauna AND Oliver). (Luisa takes notice of Hana, and specifically passes by Mathius [sub][@Lockerz][/sub] and Audrey [sub][@HushedWhispers][/sub], talks to Oliver at end) 
[url=http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Ash-Stymest-for-for-Zara-Young-May-2011-MaleModelSceneNet-01.jpg]Tate’s Outfit[/url]
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Laying in a bed of grass, a (fairly recent) blonde haired man with cornflower blue eyes to die for deeply stared at the clear sky and the few clouds that accessorized it. Beside him was his bass drum, where he had attached cowbells, Agogo Bells, a tambourine, a couple of latin percussion blocks, and a strap (many years ago) to it so he could put it on his waist and throw down the sickest and tastiest of beats wherever he went. He called his bass, [url=http://i.vimeocdn.com/video/509517292_1280x720.jpg]Miss. Grandstander[/url] or Baby, since she was literally his life. Who says drums had to be a he or gender neutral? She rocked people’s socks off, man. Even with her obvious worn out appearance, she kept persevering to please the crowd and to give her man some cash on the side -- not saying he whores her out. No! He didn’t mean to come off as an insensitive prick. She’s just the main money maker in this relationship. His stability and security blanket. When they became one, people could not deny their love because when together, they produced magical music babies. Awkward metaphor, but you get what he means. His black fedora rested on his chest and his body was adorned with a light denim jacket, a plain white tank, black jeans, kickass sneaks, and woven bracelets around his left hand’s wrist. There was only silence surrounding him but his feet swayed to a constant playing beat of music in his mind. This young soul went by the name: Tate Demerson. 

Tate and his ‘darling’ older sister, Luisa, had gotten in last night and spent most… their entire night… outside in this random clearing by camp playing music and plotting. Plotting for world domination (Nah, but seriously, he was excited to be back)! Perhaps those individuals who came early could faintly hear them jamming their night away, regardless, both siblings made sure they were a bit away from the main area. Along with sitting together in the darkness, using their emergency LED flashlight as their source of fire, they talked about possible scenarios that could happen this summer at camp. Well, it might have been more Tate talking about him and Jackson running around camp and impressing all the newcomers and oldies with their parkour, flips, and shit or Tate grabbing the balls to talk to Fauna from Green, possibly even getting a sweet dance with her. OH HOW HE WANTED TO DANCE WITH HER SO BAD. 

Although he knew his sister was a major cockblock, the unnatural blonde wasn’t the type to hide major crushes from her. Sure, it might have made more sense to act like he didn’t like anyone… but his sister would be able to tell just by his puppy eyed stare. An instant read that he was head over heels for this girl he hardly talked to. He had a crush on Fauna ever since she welcomed them three years ago. Damn, she was beautiful as fuck. He didn’t know if it was the fact that she resembled a porcelain doll, creepy as that sounds, he digged it, or that they together would have heartbreaker blue eyed babies, but he couldn’t stop staring (maybe even drooling). If he ever got the chance to tell her how he felt, he would. Of course, it may come across awkward because he’s not the best at confessing. The last time he confessed to someone he was like, “Damn boy, you fine.” and got a nice, warm slap in the face. It’s alright, his old crush just didn’t want to admit he was flattered. Yepp, Tate’s previous crush was totally a dude and he had no shame that he went both ways! Or any which way? How many ways are there? If he liked you, he liked you. If he thought you were attractive, expect to be told that at least once a day. Sometimes crudely and other times sweet as yummy red velvet cake.  

Fauna was surprisingly a tall girl, Tate only being an inch taller than her, but he didn’t mind that, easier to get closer to her face if they were to have awesome smooch time, you know? THAT IS THINKING WAY TOO FAR AHEAD THOUGH. He needed to woo her with his suave moves and that’s exactly what he was going to do. [color=slateblue][i]Check out these beats, Fontaine.[/i][/color] His mind drifted to a fantasy of him being in the spotlight and her only looking at him. God, he needed to impress the fuck out of her. Getting back to the original point, Luisa and him were tight, so he couldn’t help but share these kind of things with her. 

It was almost adorable hearing Tate come up with ideas on how best to impress his latest little crush; he was like a little boy on the playground finally discovering that cooties were a lie but still had to pretend they were a real thing to keep up appearances. Of course Luisa knew who the target of her little brother’s affections was this time and of course Luisa would make it one of her missions this summer to ensure that the road to admitting one’s feelings would be long and arduous. Sure, she was certainly glad that he had found someone to perhaps serenade around a campfire one night, but in Luisa’s mind no summer fling amounted to anything if it was made easy. Why else did every bit of media always have the romance happen at the end of the summer rather than at the start? Tate would have to put in work if he wanted that wonderful reciprocation. Luisa certainly didn’t see a problem with this whatsoever; she knew that Tate would no doubt think the same thing if he knew who she was crushing on. And that was exactly why Luisa preferred to not be so obvious with her crushes, and yes, there was someone they’d both known at Liberty that had caught the eye of Luisa Demerson. 

Luisa Demerson wasn’t laying on the grass like Tate was, but she was seated on it, her thin, legs stretched out in front of her, with a black case laid across her lap, obscuring her black and red skirt that seemed as if it came out of the pages of a mall goth catalogue. For all she knew, it did, the Goodwill people didn’t give a story when the clothes were purchased and Luisa didn’t bother asking. She just needed a skirt to match with her present top, which was a black tank top that was a size too small, paired nicely with a similar vest to Tate’s, though hers wasn’t denim but a vest worn typically by males to a funeral or something under a suit jacket. Luisa might have snagged it from Tate’s clothes, but it wouldn’t have been the first time if she had. Her hair, oh that wonderful sunset bursting mop that sat atop her head, was blowing gently in the early breeze, though not enough to be a nuisance, that would come on the truly blustery days. Still, thin fingers brushed her hair back behind her ears as she slowly rocked in the grass. 

Her phone, which was situated in the pocket of her vest, had gone off, but she paid it little mind. If she had to hazard a guess, it was one of their fellow campers wondering where she and Tate were. The hilarity that the dynamic duo had most likely been on the grounds longer than the others was enough to have the fiery headed sibling chuckle at the thought. But she would not answer it; why ruin the surprise after all? 

[color=goldenrod]”I still can’t believe you’re into [i]Fauna[/i],”[/color] Luisa spoke up, wanting just to break the momentary silence of their sibling sitdown. Any longer and Luisa was liable to get antsy. [color=goldenrod]”I mean, I guess if you’re into the fucking deer-in-headlights thing then it is what it is. Whole camp fulla fine lookin’ peeps and you would go for one of the weird ones.”[/color] Luisa absent mindedly plucked some grass from the ground and let it fall in between her fingers. [color=goldenrod]”I ain’t saying she’s not fine, just...I always figured you ran around with Jackie Boyo because ya’ll were about to free run into each other’s arms.”[/color] 

Sitting up in defense, having not felt his own phone vibrate (probably left it on silent), with narrowed eyes, Tate looked at his sister to defend his crush’s honor and his bro for life, “[color=slateblue]As much as I love my bromance with JB, we both got our eyes set on a prize. Sure, he just wants to beat Ash and prove he’s top shit, but I really like Fauna. Like reallyyyyyy like her. I’d like to think she’s adorable, not weird! Plus, YOU shouldn’t be talking. We’re some of the weirdos here.[/color]” Out of the two siblings, Tate was the obvious younger minded one and had simple, yet pure intentions. His hat had tumbled to the ground. Grabbing ahold of it, he plopped it on his head and intriguingly gazed upon his sister. She knew just the right times to break the silence. 

At some point, Luisa was simply talking to get something going. It beat the silence of waiting, but waiting is what they had to do. They only had one chance to make an entrance and it would be far less effective if no one was there to witness it, or if some people were missing. But their entrance did have something to do with Miss Grandstander and Parker, the true best couple in all of Camp Liberty. Parker was resting in his bed right now, but he was not far away from his perfect match, and they’d be together before long anyway. Patience was all it took, and yet Luisa was impatient by nature. She must’ve gotten it from mom. 

[color=goldenrod]”Fauna’s french though, right? Aren’t the French people all about love and shit? Like our parents’ friends and their whole key party things? All you gotta do is go up to her and be all suave and shit and look her in those doe eyes and be like ‘voulez-vous coucher avec moi?’ and she’ll be like fuckin’ putty in your hand, man. Or you might get slapped. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, right?”[/color] 

Luisa, it seemed, found some sort of fun in picking on Tate, as was her responsibility as an older sister. You always make fun of the ones you love, after all. 

Cracking his knuckles, the boy rolled his eyes, “[color=slateblue]Frenchie or not, you know more than anyone else that I dig my damn grave and would have a nice mark on my face after I said something like ‘Je me branle souvent quand je pense á toi’.[/color]” That was a dirty, dirty pick up line he was taught by his dad’s friend, who thought it was funny to teach a kid the phrase but give him a false meaning. Don’t worry, Tate figured it out after a slap. Slaps are his favorite pastimes. Turning the conversation around, the brother inquired about his sister’s possible love interests,  “[color=slateblue]Why is it I share my crushes with you but you don’t do the same? I’m going to find out one way or another, even if it means I gotta stalk your ass.[/color]”

Luisa had to laugh at the saying. She didn’t know the language, only knowing that one phrase because who wasn’t familiar with that song by now? But she was given insider information as to the meaning of the phrase Tate rattled back to her; that family friend was more than willing to share the translation with Luisa simply because Luisa was the older sibling. So naturally she was all about encouraging him to use the line and was there to laugh about it when it blew up in his face rather spectacularly. What were siblings for, right? 

[color=goldenrod]”Are you seriously asking me that right now?”[/color] Luisa gave Tate a sideways look of incredulity, as if she had been asked some complicated math equation. [color=goldenrod]”I don’t share my crushes because I’d be giving you ammunition. Look how much shit I give you for having a stiffy for Frenchie and you think I want to just give you that information? Hah! You’ve got a lot to learn, lil’ brother.”[/color] Luisa was all giddy, chuckling and laughing at her response as if she was onto something with her statement.

[color=goldenrod]”I’ll give you a hint, though, because you’re such a forthcoming brother. She...or he...they aren’t on our team. Or maybe they are. By the time you figure out who it is, I’ll be deep in Liplock City while you’re still struggling with Intro to French 101.”[/color] Luisa moved her legs, shifting position so her legs were bent and her chin resting near her knees. [color=goldenrod]”But speaking of, almost time for us to show up, isn’t it? As much as I love making fun of your little crushes and all…”[/color]

“[color=slateblue]What kind of fuckin’ hint was that?![/color]” Frustrated, Tate picked himself up and accepted the fact that his sister would forever be a pain in his ass. Offering his hand for her to grab, he pulled her up and grumbled, “[color=slateblue]That sounds like a challenge, sis.[/color] When he pulled her into a standing position and close to him, his gaze met with her’s,  “[color=slateblue]You won’t make a homerun, not while I’m around.[/color]” The boy’s mind was set, he was going to find out who his sister was wet for and make sure the brother seal of approval was given before things got too risky. Who needs sleep when he had to protect his sister’s virtue?! Hahaha, Luisa… a virgin? That’s funny. BUT, she sure as hell wasn’t going to get an STD. Nope, nope. Tate will slap a bitch before that happens. 

After they stared each other down, Luisa having the obvious advantage for knowing his crush, and even though she was smaller, her aura was far more dominant than his, Tate broke their moment by bending over to grab his bass drum and strap it on his waist and rest it on his kneepads. Ain’t nobody got time to mess up their knees. Safety precautions he took as he carried Miss Grandstander around. 

[color=goldenrod]”You should know better than to challenge me, lil’ brother,”[/color] Luisa taunted as she brushed the grass stains from her clothing, smirking rather devilishly as she did so, [color=goldenrod]”I’ve got confidence on my side, in addition to being a fine piece. That goofy fedora wearing vibe will only get you so far. But if you want a challenge, at least make it fuckin’ interesting.”[/color]

That said, Luisa offered no suggestion as to what would make it interesting, instead working her little fingers to the bone, putting Parker together. Parker was the name given to her instrument of choice, that being an older saxophone that wasn’t as golden as it was in its day but still played a tune you wouldn’t believe. The pairing of a saxophone and a drum seemed odd at first mention, but much like the Demerson siblings themselves, when they were together it was a riot, a cacophony of sound and fury that somehow managed to just...click together. There was just something so utterly appealing about the old jazz records her dad was fond of, hearing the way those artists could tell a story just from holding a note and letting the music speak...it made Luisa a fan for life. Plus, and this was really just a perk of the instrument, she found it incredibly easy to serenade potential lovers with a bit of the old Careless Whisper. Thanks, George Michael.

With a mallet in his left hand and a drumstick in the other, he pointed in the direction that they needed to walk in, “[color=slateblue]Ladies first. After all, I’m the backbone of our ensemble.[/color]” A cocky grin fell on his face. The one thing he loved about percussions was how they could be part of the rhythm, the melody, and the harmony. Drums were the heartbeat of the song. If he fucked up, he could potentially ruin all the groove. Like how a metronome kept musicians on point, he liked to think he connected his sister’s sax and his father’s guitar with his beats. Luisa made sure to send mental signals while they played and improvised. If he ever did mess up, which he doesn’t do often anymore since drumming has become second nature to him, his sister would break into a solo which would distract the audience, giving him time to get back on track. No one was perfect. Sure, he was a natural but even naturals can fuck up. The Demerson Siblings had plenty years to understand how the other worked and hone their skills. The best times during their day were when they performed in front of others, or just played their instrument in general. Music was their life.

Not hitting on his bass just yet, he trailed behind his sister unhurriedly. They wanted to either be perfectly on time or a couple of minutes late. Their goal was to have an audience and they were sure as hell going to get one. As he walked, Tate listened to the sounds around him, from the birds chirping, to even the low noises of some small critters walking around on the grass. There was music all around them and he absolutely fucking loved it. Twirling his mallet, he hummed to himself, the excitement building expeditiously. The closer they got to the Main Hall, the brighter his blue orbs became. It was almost show time bitches! 

“[color=slateblue]Let’s show [i]our crushes[/i] what we’re made of.[/color]”

Luisa’s response to that was an approving toot of her horn, serving both as a little sound check and an excuse to make any kind of noise again. Luisa was now in performance mode and her feet were carrying her towards their destination whether the campers were prepared or not. It was rare to get a Demerson Duo performance without having the case open for tips and such, but the people at Camp Liberty had earned it. Well, some of them, anyway. And that was enough for them.

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD2xXNg_Vy8]Song they are playing[/url][/center]

No longer able to wait, Tate held the Main Hall entrance door open for his sister. After she entered, he strolled in behind her. Luckily, no one was in the lobby. Before they got to the archway that led to the Mess Hall, where everyone was introducing themselves, the blonde kid excitingly looked at his sister. They were about to make this happen! [color=slateblue][i]My body is ready![/i][/color]

His ears perked when he heard Mama Wolf dismissing herself to take care of Jackson, “[color=slateblue]What happened?[/color]” He said under his breath. 

Not one to brew on his thoughts when he knew nothing on the matter, but still worried for his bro for life, Tate gave his sister a look that signaled: LET’S DO THIS. 

Both siblings entered loudly and proudly, screw who was going to talk next. They filled the boring room with HYPE AND MUSIC. The song was relatively fast paced and since they were already outlandish musicians, they simply improvised rather than play an actual modern song. The moment they made their presences known, the pulse of the room sped up. Tate knew their music gave the room a whole new atmosphere and he couldn’t help but cheesily grin about that. 

Passing the red tables, he gave most of the familiar faces a challenging stare in a playful manner, until he reached a face he didn’t recognize (William).  Dirty blonde, freckles for days, and lovely ass eyes...were they blue? Or Green? Hazel? Tate couldn’t tell, but he totally digged the dude’s look. [color=slateblue][i]WHAT ARE YOU DOING. CHECKIN’ HIM OUT?! YOU LIKE FAUNA, GODDAMMIT.[/i][/color] His words meant nothing in his puppy dog head. Instead, Tate used some of his cool-look-at-me moves in front of the kid as he performed to the fast tempo. Throwing his drum mallet high in the air, straight up, he continued to slap the bass with his free hand, all the while hitting the latin percussions with his drumstick. When the mallet came flying down, he caught it instinctively like he had done this many times before and gave the kid, who he knew nothing about, a confident nod--hoping he had intrigued the boy enough for an interaction later.

Luisa wasn’t one for more showy performances though not for lack of trying; Tate had the benefit of being able to do things such as speak and twirl a thin piece of stick and generally act a fool. Luisia, on the other hand, had her hands and mouth full making sure that her swinging sax was on point, blaring out a jazzy beat that would hopefully get into the minds of the campers and not leave until they were back in more civilized sections of the world. Not to say that she didn’t give a little bit of flash in her performance. While Tate was busy mallet tossing to make up for his missed cue (Luisa counted the measures, someone was off and she knew it wasn’t here; it was never her. Even if it WAS...it was never her), Luisa was being more mobile, swinging her hips and her body from side to side in such a fashion that her skirt was bouncing from side to side in step with the motion of her hips. 

While Tate was also being totally obvious in his musical flirtation, Luisa took the opportunity to swing her way over towards one of the more annoyed looking people in the Hall, that of course being the wannabe Queen Bee herself, who had looked mildly annoyed before the siblings’ arrival and now only more so with the music. Luisa approached Hana and got as in her face as the presence of an instrument could and blew a rather high bleat from the sax into the pink member’s face. Hana’s hair blew back from the noise, and that was reward enough. 

Moving on. Tate backed up with a bit of bounce in his movement, never stopping on his wild beat exchange, and intentionally made his way to the Green tables. Damn straight! Time to show his actual crush that he’s suave as fuck. He bent down and got close to his bass, drumming on it softly. Fuck the rest of the team. He only cared about her right now. Picking up the tempo the closer he got to Fauna, his blue eyes never wavering from her face, Tate made sure she had a good glimpse of him and his mad skills. [i][color=slateblue]Take me all in, Beautiful.[/color][/i] He didn’t know if he was intimidating or handsome in this moment, but hopefully his happy demeanor while he played his instrument made her heart race along with his beat. 

Her face looked soft and gentle. He wanted to touch it. Her nose was small and adorable. He wanted to rub his nose cutely against her’s (an eskimo kiss they call it). Her lips were stained strawberry pink. He wanted to press his lips against her’s, fervently and passionately. She was precious and almost doll-like… and he wanted her to be his. 

Moving his body with the beat, he slowly made his way closer to her, as if he was trying to build anticipation between them. If only his drum wasn’t in between them, he would surely bring his face close to her’s just so she could feel the heat of his breath. God. Fucking. Shit. He wanted to kiss her so bad. When he was arms length apart, he took his drum stick and forcibly threw it to the ground, letting it hit the floor and bounce right back into his hand. God, he loved drumming. With that, he gave the dynamite woman a wink, being rather obvious with his flirting, and left her to contemplate his existence. When he drummed, all awkwardness was pushed aside (or at least, that’s what he’d like to think). 

Luisa took advantage of Tate’s continued drumming innuendo, or whatever the hell it was he was doing, to double back to a gaggle of reds. Specifically she swung her way past Mathius, hoping that a bit of good music would help put something resembling a smirk on his face. But she didn’t linger long as her feet twisted and twirled about, taking her to the red team leader just in order to have Audrey pay attention to something other than her phone. Luisa was hoping Tate’s peripheral vision had picked this up, if only so he could start assuming she was using music to identify her own crushes. 

She wasn’t, but that was the game she played with her brother. Though as they left the green team behind, doing a bit of a spin herself, Luisa winked at a pair of people, one as she spun past the green team crew and another as she did the same for the blues; they knew who they were. But she had to put her little routine to bed, it was time to wrap it up.


The song had a minute left while Tate grooved to the beat, moving his head along with his drumming and making his way to his home area: GREY TEAM. However, rather than notice all his old friends and acknowledge them with some sort of facial expression, his stare met with a baby-faced boy, whose mesmerizing eyes were far more striking than Fauna’s. The blonde’s  heart skipped a beat at the sight of such… cuteness. Even when the kid didn’t look happy, he was incredibly handsome in the Guard dog’s eyes. A blush may have even fell on the simpleminded boy’s face, not being mentally prepared to have a new kid with such features on his team. It wasn’t only his face that drew Tate closer to him, it was how he held himself that made the drummer want to make him happy and put a smile on his fair skinned face. 

The song came to an end, but not before Luisa extended it just enough for her to get in a twenty second finishing solo. She was the oldest Demerson sibling, that afforded her perks like ending the song.

With Tate inches away from Oliver, his cornflower orbs peered down at him with intrigue and interest. With a rather cute, dimpled smile, Tate boldly told the kid to his face, in front of his teammates, and everyone else, “[color=slateblue]You’re really cute.[/color]” His eyes rested softly on Oliver, with a pinch of desire, having totally forgotten about Fauna in this instant. After he had enough time to take in the boy, Tate turned to everyone and yelled, “[color=slateblue]NOW THAT’S HOW YOU MAKE AN ENTRANCE, BITCHES. GREY TEAM FOR THE WINNNNNNN.[/color]” He gave a stance where his arms were opened wide and his gesture insinuated the lovely saying “Come at me, bro”. Clearing his throat, he subconsciously twirled his drumstick in his fingers, “[color=slateblue]Tate Demerson, at your service.[/color]” He briskly glanced at Oliver once again when he said the last part ‘at your service’. 

“[color=slateblue]Who cares how long I’ve been here![/color]” He added to his intro.

Leaving the seat beside Oliver open for his sister, Tate unstrapped his drums from his waist and placed it on the table (near where his sister would sit). Like a puppy, he plopped himself on the floor closeby his teammates (possibly, most likely, definitely near Oliver) and patiently sat on the floor.

[color=goldenrod]”What up, you fuckin’ troublemakers and heartbreakers, besides your teenaged libidos! Luisa, the hot one in the Demerson family. To those of you I’ve swapped a bit of spit with and to those of you I’m working my way towards doin’ that with...what the fuck up, my bed’s firmly in the gray cabin. I’ll show you all what the sax does to my tongue.”[/color] 

Luisa took a little bow before plopping herself down in the open and reserved seat from her brother. The fiery oranged haired musician quickly turned towards Oliver with a bit of a devilish grin and spoke loud enough for the room to hear. [color=goldenrod]”Don’t listen to what Tate said, little man, he’s super in love with FAUNA FONTAINE. You’d just be a side dish on his way to the main course.”[/color] 

And that was why you never told Luisa Demerson who exactly you were crushing on. As she removed the sax from her shoulders she was beaming from ear to ear. Hell of an entrance. Hell of a summer to follow.