[COLOR=gray][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]B R Y N N  R E Y E S[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]5:05 PM, Friday Evening | Orlaith Valley Trail and Park[/sup][/INDENT]
Now that she was here and walking around, Brynn realized that she’d been to the park before — twice. Once with her entire family and once alone with just her brother as company. It’d been one of those sibling-to-sibling bonding trips during break that never really ended well. In her case, it had ended with skinned knees and blue bruises that didn’t fade until winter break was long over.

Brynn’s tent went up with a struggle — her father and brother had put up the tents during family trips, and trips alone with her brother never went overnight — but eventually, after consulting the manual and inked pictographs a few times, Brynn got the hang of it. [i]Not the best of jobs, but passable,[/i] Brynn mused to herself as she dusted off her leggings. [i]Guess I should consider investing in some Survival 101 classes.[/i]

Having brought a box of matches — Brynn had watched enough survival flicks to know that only an idiot went into the forest without a swiss army knife and a firestarter of some kind, and she wasn’t in possession of a lighter — the fire was an easy task. Her manicure suffered during the kindling-gathering — her right index saw the worst of it — but soon enough the smell of roasting meat sweetened the air.

[color=gray]“Thanks,”[/color] she told Lehrer with a curt smile as he handed her the plate of food. [i]For dragging me out here and then feeding me. I should have just found an excuse and wormed out of the trip altogether — didn’t Mom mention some business party this weekend?[/i]

Taking a seat on one of the two benches at the campsite, Brynn glanced at the girl across from her. Christine Wilson, if she remembered correctly. The girl was new to Mather Memorial and seemed awfully cynical, sometimes snorting or rolling her eyes when Lehrer spoke. [i]At least we share that,[/i] Brynn thought, turning to Lehrer when he called for their attention.

[i]Capture the flag? Well,[/i] Brynn thought, taking another bite of her hotdog as she scanned the competition, [i]I’m not one for sprinting, but running through rough terrain… The Shannon shoreline has enough rocks to ward off cyclers at some parts.[/i] 

Winter was an athlete — that much was certain — and it wouldn’t surprise Brynn if Sebastian was as well. Belle, Christine, and Evander were ambiguous, and Aiden didn’t strike her as one who got out much. That left…

[color=gray]“It’s an odd number if Rita’s gone,”[/color] Brynn said, setting her hotdog down to give Lehrer her full attention. [color=gray]“Will you be playing?”[/color]