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[hr][sup][sup][sup]Anger ÷ Regret - Fear...[/sup][/sup][/sup][hr]

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[b]8:23 PM. August 7th, Pre-Awakening.[/b][/center]


A powerful breeze rushed through the forest, which was otherwise undisturbed. On this normally hot summer night, the gust of wind was surprising, but not all that unwelcomed. The forest seemingly [i]sung[/i] for the brief instant the wind had come to disturb all the trees, animals, and other such fauna. But, the shitty ass forest wasn't the only thing being disturbed this night.

A girl was standing, with a cigarette pressed against her lips with one hand... and a lighter that had been put out by the unusually strong wind. She sighed, as with a single, slight, motion of her thumb, she had reignited the lighter and sucked in with the cancer-stick in it's flame. The cigarette's end was promptly set alite with the burning-orange glow that seemed to pierced through the near darkness of the camp-site. Old habits seemed to follow her wherever the hell she went, so, naturally she found herself smoking. Even in a place which had a clear no smoking rule. Well, mama needed her nicotine fix, so they can sue her.

The only thing to keep her company was the night sky - illuminated by the full moon that was the only thing keeping the place from being pitch black other than the lights from the camp. Heh, if she was one of those superstitious types. Though, she had to admit that this campsite had some great scenery... was a moderately sized place that was set next to a beautiful lake. There were rows and rows of cabins, with some other buildings to fulfill the other needs such as the cafeteria, the head office... and so on. Everything was made out of a prisk wood, finely furnished. 

There was something [i]odd[/i] here, and it wasn't the fact that it was literally horror-movie R' Us. It was oddly close to the "No-Go" zone that the "township officials" have been hell-bent on keeping. To the point where the camp was built right on the fence. The girl took in a puff, and looked up at the mountain... that creepy place where no one was permitted to go past for some reason, and the people that do end up going missing. There was something fishy about that place, but it was probably better that she didn't ask any question.

As she was gazing upon the mountain... an aberration had appeared in her vision. It first appeared like a sun as she gazed upon the mountain - a bright orange orb that had strange black tendrils coming from it. It caused the rest of Claire's vision to start glowing a bright red color as she desperately looked around and there was nothing left but an endless void of an orange light. She looked at her hands and realized that they were being surrounded by a strange rust. She dropped to her knees, as the cigarette carelessly fell out of her hands into the void, and she grasped her head with both hands... as she seemingly gave up.

"... Hey there." Hearing the voice of another person made the girl come back to reality. She looked around, everything was back to normal. She could see the cigarette burning on the grass beneath her feet. If it wasn't so green, there probably would had been a risk for a fire starting. Just to be safe, she crushed it underneath her foot, and then turned around. The first sight was the tall, slightly pale, figure with the darkest hair that had strands of a cyan color contrasting against them. She was grinning, as the girl knew exactly who this person is... she was holding [i]something[/i] behind her back, and that made her raise an eyebrow.

"... Yeah, Claire, ya' read me?" She said, "... What in the [i]world[/i] did ya' put in that cigarette?" She said with a cheeky grin that almost made Claire sick to her stomach.

Claire looked up at the girl who had a few inches on the already tall girl, and said, "... I just gotta headache, Zoey." She shook her head. 

"Ooooh, you know what gets rid of headaches?" Zoey said in a sing-song voice, with a smile. She pulled a bottle of Smirnoff out from behind her, not even opened. She triumphantly said, [i]"Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"[/i]

Claire raised an eyebrow, "... I dunno if you know how headaches work," She pointed at the bottle and incredulously said, "That tends to cause headaches."

"Only if you can't hold your liquor!" Zoey said. "The gang's having a campfire, let's spice it up and tell ghost stories."

Claire grinned. That was the thing about Zoey... she could make Claire smile regardless the circumstances. "Lead the way, then. I could use a little liquor to spice up this boring ass camping trip."

"That's what I like to hear!" Zoey said as she stepped off the hill, followed by Claire. The grass made slight rustling sounds with every step they took. Claire had a feeling where the campfire was from the time she was on the hill, so she didn't exactly need Zoey to guide her. She just walked by her side because why not? They were friends, after all.

They marched through the campsite side by side, Claire had her hands in her pockets. She had paid attention to the people in the camp... as she always had. Some had traded glances with her... or were just admiring her. Just the thought of her being "so easy" made people think that she was a lot more attractive. The first person that they had passed was Karma... a girl that nobody knew. Just leaning up against a tree, not too far away from the campfire listening to music. She kept everyone at arm's length, but Claire was oh so [i]special[/i] enough to be let in. She hadn't noticed Claire at first, but when she entered her line of sight, she blew Karma a kiss. Just to be snarky.

When they were approaching, somebody was already being carried off by three people - one of em' being Justin. It was some girl? Or boy? Claire didn't know - what she did know that the person was already wasted. She could tell from the rambling, uncoordinated movement, and her red face. Claire almost broke out in laughter. It ain't [i]that[/i] kind of camp, sister. 

Finally approaching the campfire, it was almost like a scene out of a movie. A group of kids surrounding an illuminate flame that was created by burning wood. Various kids were sitting around the flame on either a log, or a foldable chair. There were plenty of people here, including people that Claire had known. Namely the illustrious Britney Williams, the big old bruiser Hagan Rosefey, and some of the others like that crippled girl that she keeps seeing around the campus.

Claire wanted a quiet approach, and just sitting down, but Zoey had... other ideas. 

".... Heeeeeeeeey, whaddup!" Zoey loudly said. "Anyone ready to turn this boring camping trip into a party!?"

Claire had rolled her eyes, as everyone silently stared at Zoey. She awkwardly looked around as she said, "Huh? Huh?" 

"... It's not that kind of camping trip, Zoey." The first person to speak up was Britney, the tall African-American girl spoke up. Whom was sitting next to the mousy Kimberly Walton, whom was too busy looking at her phone - browsing her youtube channel's comments, and Jordan Nichols, whom looked very uncomfortable at the mention of alcohol.

"... But, I'll still take a swig!" Hagan said as he came over with a large, cheeky, grin on his face. Zoey smiled as she took a sip, then passed it over to Hagan. 

Claire shrugged as she just said, "So, what are we doin' here? Exchanging ghost stories?" She asked.

"Oh?" Kimberly playfully said. "I thought we were waiting for Jason Voorhees to rise out of the lake."

Britney shrugged off Kimberly comment, and said, "Oh, we were just talking."

"About?" Claire incredulously said, before she was passed the bottle of vodka, and took a long sip. "If we're just talking about our day, let's stop with that boring shit already." She near-growled. 

"Ooooh! I got more liquor in my cabin if anyone's interested in making this get together a par-tay."

"... How much damn alcohol did you sneak here?" Claire asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh," Zoey said. "I have my ways."

In the distance, there was a figure watching them...