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Ryker sighed as he drove his old restored 70’s CJ7 Jeep up the winding road to the campsite. The wind whipping all around him, causing his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fa/42/68/fa42684305dbd26b4ef16ccb7d3156a7.jpg]brown jacket[/url] to puff in and out crazily. As he drove with the top and doors off. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfl9MuN_bN8]music[/url] blaring as he shifted through the gears on the manual transmission. He would look to his right and down and quickly rub Sascha’s head roughly. Who was sitting on the ground between the two front seats. Being a good girl and not moving from that spot. 

He looked back to the road as he held one gloved hand on the shifter and the other gloved hand on the wheel. He hoped this summit wouldn’t be a waste of his time. He hoped that they could at least help him figure out how to control his new abilities. Because wearing gloves all the time didn’t work too well for him one bit. He just wanted to get back to normal as soon as he could… Everly deserved a somewhat normal home. Not one where a piece of furniture suddenly could turn into a solid piece of ice. Though...admittedly, the one upside of this, he didn’t sweat nearly as much in this humidity.... If at all really.... He thought as he tilted his head to the side. 

He rounded the corner and slowed his Jeep slightly with the clutch smoothly. Looking for a spot to park, putting it into neutral and coasting into a free spot easily. He turned off his vehicle and the now super loud music cut off suddenly. He ran a hand through his hair lazily as he slid out of his Jeep. Double checking his concealed was secure on his front right hip without lifting his shirt. Before taking his shades off and slipping them on the sun visor. 

He looked around and then found a good spot. Pointing while looking at Sascha, who was still in her spot but clearly ready to move in a second. [color=62D0FF]”Sascha [i]Nocnik![/i][/color] A blur of fur hurled herself out of the vehicle and ran to a spot out of the way while Ryker started walking towards the cabins without watching her. Leaving his small duffle bag in the back seat. He blinked at the site of the cabins. Shaking his head. ‘[i]Camping[/i]’...this wasn’t camping… It was a motel with multiple small buildings and a large lawn. Well...in comparison to some of the places he slept before...this was a five star hotel. 

He looked around, noticing a few different people...most of them young, or his age. While he noticed an older couple here and there. As well as some strange ones, one of them including a hippy...or hipster? He couldn’t keep up with their styles… was sitting on the picnic table cross legged….Probably a hippy. She was speaking to a smaller guy with glasses. While another girl in all black was walking and scratching at herself...did someone already find the poison ivy?

He noticed three people between him and the Conference hall. A pretty blonde haired shorter woman, between two taller guys. One tall and lanky, looked like a kid really. The other one, was the definition of a surfer. The former boy was pointing to the conference hall, but he didn’t hear what he was saying. 

As he came up to the three, with a girl facing away from him, while the two guys were facing towards him, He nodded to both of them before he turned around and with an incredibly sharp high pitch whistle, he called Sascha back to him. She should have had enough time to relieve herself by now.