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[code]Grand Ridge Academy - Callie's Dorm --> Mount Ever Reaching - Fence Line[/code][/right][hr]
An average day... Tossing and turning in bed with little motive for however long it took for Callie to find a shred of motivation to rise. She spent her minutes thinking back on Britney's mission. In fact, it had eaten up quite a bit of her sleep before she had awoken as well. It was all just strange. She could put it in a more extreme matter, but housed within the eldritch oddities of little Farmer Hill was a strange [i]simplicity[/i]. It really collapsed away any urgency that any normal person might have felt in the scenario. As much as Callie wanted things to be normal, there was too much left unanswered for her to just get up and go home. Hell, perhaps the the pseudonatural nature of Farmer Hill was the only thing that kept her present. It wasn't like there was much for her here aside from that strange allure. Callie would never be able to put such a drive into words, though. She would try, however.

[i]Hiking...[/i] That, Callie had done. Camping? Backpacking? Mountain climbing? Those were a different story. Luckily enough, she really didn't overthink the scenario. In fact, she vaguely thought of it at all. So when it came to packing for such a venture, Callie didn't appear as ready as some of her colleagues might later reveal to be. A jacket covered her frame donned in jeans and a plain shirt. Her true preparations lied in the bag swiftly strewn over her shoulder after an array of notepads and pens were shoved into it. Was she ready to travel? At least by her terms, at least. Callie didn't ever foresee herself having to cut through shrubbery with a machete or gut a fish with a pocket knife. Even if she did come to those scenarios fully equipped to deal with them she was unsure whether she would actually even try to accomplish such feats. She wasn't a survivalist. She was a writer. In her mind, she had every tool she needed for the job. [i]Well... Either that or she simply didn't think to bring anything useful...[/i]

Even as she packed— even as she walked down the road accompanied only by the whispers of the wind, Callie had meditated on her reason for agreeing to joining a search party. Ordinarily, she would know she was never cut out for a job like this, doubly so with a massive monster guy running around, but it was that damned allure that kept her compliant. It was as if she was caught in the flow and had no choice but to follow the lead of the rest of the sudden superheroes. It was likely that she was in her own unique situation as well, considering half of these kids she was meant to travel with probably already knew each other. Callie was the odd one out— the new kid in Farmer Hill. All the questions and thoughts swarmed her head. For a good portion of the walk, she didn't even realize she was walking, too lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't until Callie came within sight of the fence line that she found herself snapping back into her head.

Not many folks were gathered when Callie had arrived, but considering she only really recognized Britney, it was going to be an odd scenario. She approached as quietly as she had strolled all the way there. Momentarily, her eyes flicked in between the present company. It was quite the sight between a Britney's survivalist look and another girl toting around a rifle.[i] Perhaps this was a bad idea.[/i] There was a stutter in Callie's step as she took the sight in. She was never one to turn away from fear easily, though. She soon stepped to the group. While Callie spoke no words, she offered a plain wave towards Britney before taking up a position pacing along the fence line where her pondering continued. [i]Perhaps she could try observing some of them... Perhaps she could try to see what was ahead.[/i]