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[b][color=ccccff]Location:[/color][/b] Death Road → Death Camp
[b][color=CE2525]Interacting with:[/color][/b]  [color=a7fc00][b]Crazy Bitch[/b][/color] (Molly & Company) 
[sup]Jace is involved since he's with Angel: [@Silent Observer][/sup][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]While his older twin brother by fifteen minutes drove his Chevy Tahoe, Trent Kable, who would die if he ever did get his license, had his earbuds in and eyes closed, listening to [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpsUOOfb-vE]Jailhouse Rock[/url] by Elvis Presley, avoiding listening to whatever godforsaken heart attack music his brother was blasting. He bobbed his head to the tune  and shaked his hands to the King of Rock’s groove.  He had to get his pre-jitters out, so listening to good, ol’ classics would help him prepare to go to camp and make friends, for his mama’s sake. He hadn’t paid much attention to how much time had passed from when they started in Las Vegas, to their destination, somewhere in Southern California. They had to take a few stops because Trent got antsy… long car rides was A LOT for him to deal with. 

As if he was the only person in the car, and not really caring if he was disturbing his brother’s peace because Trent-boy had a short attention span and wouldn’t have remembered to be peaceful anyways, he started singing along with his music that only he could hear. 

[color=ccccff][b]“Number forty-seven said to number three
 ‘You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see’
 sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me~"[/b][/color]

His iPod was on his lap and the boy didn’t think about anything besides Presley’s words. Any more thinking would make him NERVOUS. Hey, at least he looked hella’ [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fd/2f/dd/fd2fddc2f504641570cc426debcc4f02.jpg]dapper[/url] with his male colorful print design blouse, black jeans, and white bowtie. Dressed to impress like his sister taught him. Always got to impress someone and the first step was: make your body look good. Yepp. He was ready for camp and to make the ladies and men swoon with his smooth talk and killer looks. Can’t touch this! Trent was a ROCKSTAR. 

[color=ce2525][i]That motherfucker.

That fucking prick.[/i][/color]

Singing? Seriously? Who raised this kid? Were they autistic? What the fuck was he [i]singing[/i] for? Evan Kable — who would only accept being called Kable — shot his brother a glare as he started to sing, hoping that would be enough to shut him the fuck up. When that failed, Kable did the only sensible thing. Punching on the touch screen of his SUV’s stereo, once he located his [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Y-DjurrO08]song[/url], his finger turned the dial again and again until the car nearly shook on the road… then he turned it a few more clicks.

[color=ce2525][i]Sing now, bitch.[/i][/color] Kable was certain that his brother wouldn’t even be able to hear his iPod’s music over the car stereo now. Kable was willing to drive in silence and brood, but Trent wanted to start shit. Well, that’s fine, Trent may like starting shit; Kable wasn’t a big fan of starting it… but he’d sure as fuck end it.

Aggressively, Trent pulled out his earbuds and leaned back in his chair. The fuck? Why is this so loud? Trying to overpower the music with his voice, which was hella’ hard, mind you, Trent gave his brother a dirty look, [color=ccccff][b]“YOU TRYING TO POP MY EAR DRUMS OR SUMTHIN?”[/b][/color] Man, he’d have to dig into his backpack and find his earplugs. This was some straight up bull. If mama knew Kable was blasting music obnoxiously, she would have a conniption. This could KILL Trent. He would surely have a panic attack. Have no fear, he would do something that would help him focus on something else. The dorky kid rummaged through his bag in frustration. [color=ccccff][b]“WHY YOU GOTTA’ BE SO RUDE?”[/b][/color]

Kable looked away from the road and directly in Trent’s eyes, wordlessly raising a hand off of the the wheel and giving his brother the finger. [color=ce2525][b]“GO HARD.”[/b][/color] With that being said, Kable turned his attention back to the road and pressed the button to shut the stereo off in one fluid motion. [color=ce2525][b]“Don’t you ever sing within earshot of me ever again or I swear to god I’ll drive us into oncoming traffic. I got nothin’ to lose and even [i]less[/i] to gain. Thanks for dragging me to bumfuck, California, asshole.”[/b][/color]

[color=ccccff][b]“Hey! It isn’t my fault. I would’ve been happy staying at home with Sir Lancelot, but mum kept dropping these flyers under my door and then I thought, hey, maybe this could be a good experience for me. Think of this as a summer… a summer for love!”[/b][/color] Taking out his drawing pad and his funky mustache pencil, he turned it over to the back page, which had a list. [color=ccccff][b][i]Do not sing or Kable will kill you.[/i][/b][/color]

[color=ce2525][b]“Yeah, I was gonna have a summer all about ‘love’ until Mom stabbed me in the back and used the knife to pop out the vertebrae. I have never been [i]less[/i] excited for anything in my life.”[/b][/color] He grumbled, glancing quickly down at the navigator. [color=ce2525][b]“We’ll be there in like twelve minutes apparently. Then we stay there. For ten. Fucking. Weeks. Ten weeks of my time. Stolen from me and repurposed so I can make sure no one hurts Mom’s precious little sunflower. So here I am. When I could be at Sonya’s place, with her coworkers doing things you don’t even know are physically possible. So thanks a ton.”[/b][/color] 

[color=ccccff][b]“Sonya’s friends… are a bit much.”[/b][/color] Trent squinted his face at the thought of how intimidatingly sexual they all wore. Most weren’t even classy. Why didn’t his sister wear much clothes? HE DID NOT UNDERSTAND. [color=ccccff][b]“I think you’ll have a swell time, dear brother.”[/b][/color]

[color=ce2525][b]“Bullshit. I think I’ll drown myself in the lake. Whatever man.”[/b][/color] Kable shrugged his shoulders and rolled down the windows, letting the warm Californian wind into the vehicle as he turned down the road toward the camp, and in the distant horizon, he could see hell itself. [color=ce2525][b]“This is where they send you, to die. Under the Geneva convention, internment and death camps are a war crime. Just saying.”[/b][/color]

His twin was not making this trip easy for him. Trent went silent after that comment. He didn’t want to think about death at camp… his mum wanted him to make friends. Bringing the sun visor down so he could look into the mirror to give himself one look check. His bow tie was crooked…

Straightening his tie, Trent locked eyes with himself and internally thought, [color=ccccff][i]You got this, chap. Be cool and everything will go swimmingly.[/i][/color][/indent]
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[indent]The Kable brothers arrived right on the dot and within seconds the Tahoe was parked in the dirt parking lot, designated for those that drove - like them. It wasn’t hard to notice the bus or the crowd beyond that. The geekier of the two was the first to exit and grab his duffel bag, backpack, and bag of miscellaneous goodies,  [color=ccccff][b]“I hope I brought enough…”[/b][/color] Leading the charge, but not straying too far from Kable, who honestly made him feel secure in this unknown place, Trent’s gaze went wide as the people inched closer with every step he took. He should turn back. They should go back. Oh god, he was going to die. Wasn’t he? THEY MUST GO BACK.

Yeah, piss off. LIke Kable was going to drive that far, for that long and just [i]willingly[/i] let Trent turn them around. No, you brought this hell upon them, you dug our graves, dear brother. Now you lay on it. Without a word, Kable put a hand on Trenton’s neck and pushed him forward slightly. He didn’t need to speak; actions, like always, spoke much louder than plain words.

Stiffening at his brother’s touch, the socially awkward boy obediently trekked forward. When they joined the crowd, he frantically looked from side to side at all the people. So many people. There was this intimidatingly attractive woman calling out names and handing out envelopes. His mind however was flooded with the new faces around him and the chitter chatter. Tightly closing his fists together out of nervousness, he internally tried to build his confidence up to handle all… this. 

[color=ccccff][i]Be cool, Trent[/i]. [/color]

As soon as their names were called, Kable stepped forward to receive the envelopes and held his brother’s out to him. Ripping open the envelope, Kable pulled out a King of Diamonds, and a piece of paper that declared him as a member of the cabin. Looking over at his brother, he furrowed his brow, [color=ce2525][b]“what’d you get?”[/b][/color] He demanded, wanting to make sure that he and Trent were [i]not[/i] in the same cabin, or even the same area.

[sub][color=ccccff]“Jack...Diamonds.”[/color][/sub] Trent whispered, knowing very well his twin would not appreciate that response. Eh-hem. 

Meanwhile at another section of the newcomers, Oliver stared glumly at his card — which did not match his girlfriend’s. [color=c2b280][b]“Bummer, I got da King o’ Diamonds. I don’t wanna be [i]separate[/i] from you, that will make this trip [i]suck[/i].”[/b][/color] Oliver complained in Molly’s direction, stuffing the card into his pocket. He didn’t bother looking at the Meet the Counselors section… what was the point when you already knew everyone?! Hopefully, he got someone good, though.

[color=a7fc00][b]“OLIVER.”[/b][/color] Molly was appalled by the results of her rooming assignment. WASN’T ASH HIS COUSIN? Did he not [i]think[/i] to request putting them TOGETHER? Un-fucking-believable.  [color=a7fc00][b]“Spades? Do I look like a SPADES? Spades probably just has a bunch of EMOS and metalheads.”[/b][/color] 

Angel narrowed his eyes at Molly and gestured at his card that read the same exact thing that her’s said: Jack of Spades. [color=8c92ac][b]“Do I look like a emo? OR a metalhead? And frankly, I don’t see a problem if that suit is filled with kids interested in those types of music.”[/b][/color]

[color=a7fc00][b]“Angel, you do wear a shit ton of black.”[/b][/color] Molly crossed her arms and stared at the taller boy in a superior manner, [color=a7fc00][b]“Plus, aren’t you even a little sad you won’t be in Diamonds with your [i]puppy[/i]?”[/b][/color]

[color=8c92ac][b]“Please don’t call him that.”[/b][/color] 

[color=c2b280][b]“I agree with Molly, based solely on appearances, I could peg you as an emo,”[/b][/color] Oliver said honestly, not even just agreeing with his girlfriend to agree. He was oddly pleased when Angel asked Molly not to call Jace a ‘puppy.’ That nickname made no sense and only made him think of that stupid Snapchat filter. [color=c2b280][b]“ANYWAY —”[/b][/color]

[color=7ee2bd][b]“Just throwing in my two cents real quick, definitely an emo looking dude.”[/b][/color] Alex added quickly, before grinning as Oliver shook his head and started speaking again.

[color=c2b280][b]“Scott [i]and[/i] Logan told me to play the cards I get dealt, so I’m playing the cards I was dealt! It won’t be [i]that[/i] bad, Mols.”[/b][/color] 

[color=a7fc00][b]“Are you INSANE? STUPID? This is TEN weeks of us being on totally different areas of the camp. Look at this map.”[/b][/color] Molly was one of the few, very few, campers that requested getting a map (she got her’s from Belle). [color=a7fc00][b]“OLIVER.”[/b][/color] She hissed in annoyance. [color=a7fc00][b]“If you did your research or even prepared just a little bit, you would know how BAD our situation is.”[/b][/color] Aggressively, she pointed at where she would be staying and then trailed her finger down the map to where he was staying. [color=a7fc00][b]“At least Summer and Alex are the same freakin’ suit. This looks like a goddamn hike.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff6347][b]“Because it is.”[/b][/color] Summer chimed in. 25 minutes by foot, but if she wasn’t mistaken there were golf carts… though, not many. They could potentially snag one. Luckily, Alexander the Great had a plan to render golf-cart grand theft auto unnecessary — for now.

[color=7ee2bd][b]“Mols, go get that dude’s card. Look, he’s [i]also[/i] a King of Diamonds, and he looks pretty pissed about it.”[/b][/color] Alex said, pointing over at a tall looking fellow who had recently flicked his card in Ash’s direction and looked ready to stomp off and leave into the wilderness. [color=7ee2bd][b]“Dude throwin’ cards like Gambit. I can do that. Maybe. Probably. My brother can do that, I can’t, but he can. He gonna teach me. Then I can do that.”[/b][/color]

[color=a7fc00][b]“Brilliant, Alexander. Thank you for your glorious ideas. At least SOMEONE has them.”[/b][/color] She swiftly turned her head toward her boyfriend and gave him a sassy glare, [color=a7fc00][b]“Oliver.”[/b][/color] And with that, the darling brunette flipped her hair and marched off, loudly demanding, [color=a7fc00][b]“Angel. You too.”[/b][/color] 

Oh. 

The ‘emo-looking’ jock shrugged at the princess’ request and followed behind her, pulling his boyfriend with him. Angel wasn’t going to let him go just yet. 

[color=a7fc00][b]“‘Cuse me. Hi--”[/b][/color] 

[color=ccccff][b]“This is Kable, I’m Trent! We’re brothers. Well his name isn’t actually Kable, that’s our surname, but I suppose that doesn’t really matter, because he prefers being called… Kable.”[/b][/color] Trent noticed attractive campers approach them and went off rambling.

 [color=a7fc00][b]“Uh-huh, yeah. Okay. Thanks.”[/b][/color] With dull eyes, Molly blinked at the geeky boy and then looked back at her target.

Kable spoke before she could even get a word off, [color=ce2525][b]“the [i]fuck[/i] you [i]want[/i], bitch? I look I’m in the mood to talk to someone right now? Do I?”[/b][/color] He did not.

Internally, Molly was extremely triggered and if she didn’t WANT what he had, a.k.a his rooming assignment, she would have bitched him out right then and there. Giving him her calm, regal smile, Molly lifted her assignment up, which was in between her pointer and middle finger,  [color=a7fc00][b]“I want your rooming assignment.”[/b][/color] Straight to the fucking point.  [color=a7fc00][b]“I see you’re in Diamonds, I want to be in Diamonds. This is my friend, Angelo, he’s in Spades, as am I. If we trade, he would be your roommate. Along with this hot Asian chick that I so happened to remember getting this here cabin.”[/b][/color] She waved the card slightly.  [color=a7fc00][b]“Let’s trade or forever be angry at the entire world and set this camp on fire.”[/b][/color] 

[color=ce2525][b]”What? Why do [i]you[/i] want to switch? And why would this dude being in there make it any more appealing to me, anyway?”[/b][/color] Kable folded his arms over his chest. Why would he just change his room like that? Maybe fucking with Trent all summer would be fun. Hot Asian chick? That intrigued him, though.

Angel could feel Molly’s response coming, but he learned that when it came to a girl like her, you had to talk before she did or you’d be given the worst headache of your lifetime, [color=8c92ac][b]“Probably because I don’t really give a fuck about… anything, besides this guy.”[/b][/color] He gestured toward Jace and continued, [color=8c92ac][b]“Her man will be in that exact cabin. And you’d be doing me a solid by getting her out of there.”[/b][/color] 

Trent looked over Jace’s shoulder and noticed they were in the same cabin, [color=ccccff][b]“Sweet! Looks like we’re roomies.”[/b][/color] 

[color=a7fc00][b]“It’s not just because Oliver is there!”[/b][/color] Molly protested. 

[color=ce2525][b]”Oh. Whatever, man, take it.”[/b][/color] Kable said, shrugging finally. He didn’t [i]want[/i] to be with Trent anyway, so whatever. If it meant giving his card away to some crazy chick… then that’s what it meant. Plus, she wouldn’t be his problem anyway.

[color=a7fc00][b]“Now time to tell Oliver I did all the work for him.”[/b][/color] Molly rolled her eyes, after snatching the card off the ground, this guy was a fucking asshole, and pranced off to her boyfriend. Angel gave a sigh of relief. How Oliver did it…. he had no idea.[/indent]