{{hope this is a good time to post my intro?}}
{{[b]under the cut is the first part of the intro that isn't important in relation to current events, but could be mildly important in regards to personality[/b]}}
[hider=intro!]Yuriy thought the GPS in his car was working, until he pulled into a backwoods yoga studio instead of a summer camp, and then he thought maybe he should get it checked out. Or replaced. So Oswald got out the map he had brought as a backup, but he had failed to inform him that he was barely capable of reading maps, and Yuriy’s pride got the better of him as he continually refused to believe he was going in the wrong direction. Which is why they ended up pulling into a Walmart parking lot. Despite their dismay, there was really no harm in picking up a couple things while they were there. Glow in the dark stars to decorate the car hood were clearly a necessity. After a day and a handful of hours and Oswald criticizing his driving speed every few minutes--and he was going the [i]speed limit[/i] for god’s sake, but no, apparently being safe was just [i]too slow[i] for him--they arrived at the long drive to the summer camp.

The car got stuck in the mud as he parked, but he was too tired from the drive to car. “See?” he said to Oswald, who was already unbuckling his seatbelt, “[i]I[/i] got us here.” Late, he thought Oswald would retort, but he got out of the car too fast to hear him if he did actually say anything. He shouldered his duffel bag and slammed the door shut, then leaned against the side of the car to fish a hastily written list out of his pocket. It was thoroughly wrinkled, but he knew what he had written on it.

[i]Keep an eye on:
Koko: weapons
Celia: sirens goddamnit
Jason: owie powers
[/i]
“I’ll probably have to add more to this list,” he said under his breath, then shoved it back into his pocket. Oswald had gotten out of the car and was headed up the path, and Yuriy followed. They passed a number of cabins and ended up at a lone one a little off the beaten path (literally) and made themselves at home, noting the ‘Staff Cabin’ sign on the door.[/hider]

Yuriy attempted to unpack his bag, but gave up after a few minutes and collapsed onto his chosen bed. He only remained lucid long enough to kick off his shoes before he was pulled into a simple, plain dream--just him sitting on a couch, watching static on a wide screen television. Living the life. 

And then… actually living the life, and waking up to the sound of noise. And a back ache. He sat up and groaned, rubbing his eyes. Stupid kids and their stupid, [i]grating voices[/i]. He was still in his two day old clothes, but he’d be damned if he actually cared enough to change. He got off the bed and slipped his shoes back on, then walked over to Oswald’s bed.

He yawned and stretched out his back. “Ozzie, I’m gonna make the a-holes some breakfast, you up for bursting their eardrums?”
Oswald gave the affirmative, and Yuriy gave him two thumbs up before stumbling out of the cabin bleary eyed. The sun was bright and he already wanted to go back to bed, but he had to do what he was getting paid for. 

The building that contained the kitchen was, surprisingly, spotless, so he threw an apron on and started the burners. And prayed that someone had enough foresight to stock the fridge and pantry.