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[b][code]The Campsite - Campfire.[/code][/b][hr]


"The fuck?" Hagan said, as little fagboy next to him gave him the flask he was sipping out of. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at it... he raised it up with a hand, before he put it on the ground. Like he was going to even [i]drink[/i] out of the same container as Dex. He'll catch the gay! "Sorry, Dex, I don't want your cooties!" He sarcastically said, he decided to focus more on the chicks here. 

"If you're not having any, pass it." Claire said, putting her hand out... only for Hagan to wordlessly pass it to her - making it clear that he was reluctant. When she grabbed it, she said with a smirk, "Unlike you, I'm not afraid of cooties." Before taking a sip.

"Claire's already got 'em!" Zoey cheerfully chimed in - which earned nothing more than an eyeroll from Claire - but turned her attention to Tuyen. "Aw, don't listen to Claire. Don't be afraid to have a little bit of fun, girl!"

Though, they listened to Tuyen's ghost story, with varying amounts of interest - Claire was probably on the end of bored, but hey, at least people were talking. Though, she was a bit more interested with the buzz she was getting. She took another sip from Dexter's flask, and almost thought about taunting Hagan some more, before listening a bit. Story about some horror movie crap about people going insane and being plagued with illusions...

Seemingly on cue, the... entire place went black in Claire's eyes. An endless black void, that made her look around, and notice the only things here were the campfire in front of her... and some strange reflection of herself on the other side. This figure looked exactly like Claire. Except [i]wrong.[/i] Her body was covered in rotted flesh, open fleshy wounds, and green fluids dripping out of her mouth. She grinned... Like something out of some horror movie - shit looked fucked up. The doppelganger stood up out of the chair, and started walking towards her. This shit wasn't real, but it felt all the more real.

She could smell her, she could hear her... when the being walked up to her, placing her hands on her shoulders, and lovingly staring her in the eyes with a smile. Using a bony, razor-sharp, finger-tip, in order to cut her cheek, and a thin trickle of blood came down. Claire was frozen, slackjawed.

[i]... She's real.[/i]

The illusory doppelganger lunged onto Claire, and she screamed as she fell backwards - but the second she hit the ground, the trance was broken. Reality went back to normal, the zombie doppelganger was gone, and the only thing that Claire was looking at was the sky. Her vision was blurry, but she looked downwards... and saw everyone staring at her some like crazy person - even [i]Zoey[/i] had gotten back. 

"... Um, Claire," Zoey said, worryingly, but with a smile that was trying to disarm her. "... I think you drunk a liiiiittle too much." She said.

"The fuck?" Claire said as she held her head. Everything felt so real. Was it... her attention turned to Rita. "What the fuck was in that!?" She barked as she went right towards Rita, fist balled, and practically spitting. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" Zoey said as she put her hands on Claire's shoulders to hold her. "Calm down! It was just a bad reaction!"


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[b][code]The Campsite - Infirmary.[/code][/b][hr]


"Heh, I'm Justin, at your service."

He said with a cheeky smile, as he guided Rien through the open doors. Okay, the dude was more than a little awkward, but Justin knew that not everyone was going to be like him - gleaming with shining confidence! Still, he was quite a bit of help, so Justin couldn't complain too much! He had Rien over his shoulder, the girl-haired person said something about "being fine" and Justin nearly broke out in laughter. 

"Yeah, you were fine... until started hitting the bottles!" Justin snorted, before he turned to the nurse... and realized that he needed to come up with a good excuse! He knew it wasn't going to end well if he said that they had alcohol (and probably drugs) back at the campfire and they should totally kick them out of the academy. 

"Hey, uh, nurse-lady, my friend here's really sick." Justin said, literally pulling an excuse out of his head. "Isn't that right, [i]David?[/i]"


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[b][code]The Campsite - Parking Lot.[/code][/b][hr]


Shit, the only time where this damn phone would work, it was at literally the worst time.

Fortunately, Britney broke off from the group - she could tell them that their disgusting habits were unnerving her so she left, simple as that. It wasn't long until the teen made it halfway to the parking lot, and quickly pulled out her phone to make a call. Only to receive a text message.

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[code]I'm by the cars- where are you, are you okay?[/code]
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Oh boy, he probably saw her, and thought something was wrong. He was sweet, but now wasn't the time. Though, she had the feeling that he could be following her - such an action wouldn't be out of character for Dexter. So the first thing that Britney did was dip in between some buildings, and made up a response.

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[code]I'm good - I just needed to go to the bathroom, and get away from them. I'll meet you there in a second.[/code]
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Britney hit enter, and continued on her way... she needed to make a phonecall.