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[/b][/h1][/sup][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Homecoming Trials #1.32: [/b][/COLOR] [I]Maybe This Won't Be So Bad[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Banjo[/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Team Bonding Anyone?[/I][/right][/SUP]

She honestly didn't expect Banjo to take her up on her offer. Though perhaps he was the type to readily agree to share a tent with a woman and see where that led. The thought had crossed her mind, if she were being true to herself. their entire team could get it. Their personalities might be grating, but they were all hot. She could get past it if they kept their mouths shut, though the chances of that happening, given all she had seen and heard thus far, were slim to none.

Banjo was attractive, she could readily admit that. Sharing a tent with him won't be so bad. Heck, maybe one night forgetting exactly where she was and what was to come would help her for the trials. [color=F796A9]"Great. Follow me."[/color] She had never been camping before. Her family was the type to consider 'roughing it' being without electronics for more than an hour. Or if they were to go out to 'camp' it was in a log cabin with all modern amenities included. 

She had to admit that this worried her. Would the team see her as a liability if she was not able to survive one night of camping? She hoped Banjo didn't mind. And, it seemed, he didn't. Banjo appeared to have a handle on setting up the tent when she found a spot. She would let him do so.

Now team bonding? That was something she could get over. After all, it wasn't like she never planned to be a part of a team. If she was going to pursue law, she would have to work together with whatever firm she was a part of, at least until she opened her own and got to make all the decisions. She wanted to make partner quickly. Partners changed things and got shit done.

She overheard one of the other guys call for them to get set up so they could throw a football around. She fought off an eye roll. What the hell was that golden retriever of a guy doing? And what was their fascination with football?

Though she supposed team bonding was called for. Wouldn't that help for the trials if they could work together?

Thankfully Banjo broke her out of her inner monologue as he asked about her. Should she be honest and open up or lie? Would lying help in this instance? She had no reason to suspect Banjo of ulterior motives. If anything, his "don't give a shit" attitude as opposed to the sunny disposition of some of their other team members made her respect him more. [color=F796A9]"Came here kind of by choice, kind of not. Home life was....testy to say the least. I mean, when you destroy your town's city center and make it look like a winter wonderland in the middle of a New Mexico summer, you tend to ruffle some feathers. Ice, in case that wasn't clear, is my power. I haven't practiced with it too much, but I imagine I can do a lot with it. I made it snow back home."[/color]

That was the most she had opened up since coming here. [color=F796A9]"What about you? Here by choice or force?"[/color] His comment about team bonding rang true for her too. Though she would suck it up, for tonight. Her mind raced back to the other team. She was competitive, she knew this. If their team could work together to show they were capable, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to be at this school.

Though that remained to be seen, given who she was stuck working with.