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[center][color=B1B9A2]Remy Amblour[/color][color=555D46]...[/color][/center]
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Remy was already out and about. They had the kids get up early at the camp whether they liked it or not. Early by a normal kid's standards anyway. Meanwhile Remy had habitually crawled out of bed before the sun that morning, paying no mind to the other kids who had largely still been passed out in their beds, and found himself sitting in an all but empty dining hall... with no food to eat. 

He'd been forced to sit there for over an hour before the food was ready, and by then a few other kids had started trickling in so he hadn't even been able to eat in silence the whole time. At least one of the camp staff had been nice enough to bring him some water while he waited. He hadn't had that problem the first two days. He'd been too out of his element and had slept horribly. Ironically, it seemed that the more he adjusted the less he fit in.

At least he'd been the first one done eating and thus had a bit of time to himself to mentally prepare for the rest of the day. After only a few minutes of sitting in the grass absorbing sunlight like the human weed he was, he'd found himself practically vibrating. At home, he'd have been long at work by now doing [i]something.[/i] One almost decent night of sleep and suddenly he found himself unable to just sit still.

[i]"What... are you doing?"[/i]

[color=B1B9A2]"Push-ups."[/color]

[i]"Weirdo."[/i]

Weird or not, it helped pass the time feeling like he was doing something. It wasn't exactly all that stimulating of an activity, though. Should he try running next?

For better or worse, "next" didn't end up mattering. He was told it was time for crafts, their first activity of the day. And so Remy, now in contention for the sweatiest kid at camp that morning, headed off. It was better than running circles around the camp. Or at least it probably wouldn't be worse.