Jamal grinned a little as the girl ran off to greet the new kid who just got dropped off, his eyes watching her ass as she moved. He followed her and discovered the portly dude was actually a fellow counselor. Jamal couldn't imagine him being of much use for any of the athletic activities at the camp.
More counselors were gathered nearby and soon a man who introduced himself as the head counselor, Michael, showed up and started a tour of the camp. Jamal was feeling good about this summer. All of the ladies looked quite fine, and that would definitely make things a lot more enjoyable. Michael seemed like a bit of a chump, and Jamal stayed in the back of the group during the tour, not really paying attention to what was being said. He was grateful when a crazy lady appeared and caused Michael to abandon the tour prematurely.
Some of the other counselors began to move toward the cabins to pick one out, but Jamal felt his stomach start to rumble.
"Man, the cabins can wait. I'm gonna head to the mess hall and see what they got to eat around here."
Leaving his backpack on, Jamal turned to start walking to the mess hall. He really was hungry, but he also had other motivation for being one of the first to go there. Tampering with some of the food sounded like a fun idea.
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My work schedule has been kind of crazy. I'm going to try and get a post up today.
"Aw, I'm sorry, babe." Jamal snickered. That plan went off about as well as he could have expected. It was going to be a fun summer if all of the counselors were like this girl. He then thought about the possibility of being the only male counselor. What a dream that would be!
The car that he heard earlier had arrived, it was an ugly green thing. The door opened and an overweight kid stepped out holding a purple suitcase and some sort of odd-shaped pillow. He had the look of someone who didn't really want to be here.
The girl asked Jamal if that was one of the campers. He hoped not. That would spoil some of his fun if the campers were arriving already. However, Jamal was having a difficult time picturing him as a counselor.
"I don't know who that is," He shrugged. "but they better not let him near the kitchen." Jamal stood up and dusted himself off, then offered a hand to his prank victim. "Come on, lets go check it out."
The car that he heard earlier had arrived, it was an ugly green thing. The door opened and an overweight kid stepped out holding a purple suitcase and some sort of odd-shaped pillow. He had the look of someone who didn't really want to be here.
The girl asked Jamal if that was one of the campers. He hoped not. That would spoil some of his fun if the campers were arriving already. However, Jamal was having a difficult time picturing him as a counselor.
"I don't know who that is," He shrugged. "but they better not let him near the kitchen." Jamal stood up and dusted himself off, then offered a hand to his prank victim. "Come on, lets go check it out."
“What happened? Are you hurt? Is it internal? External? Do you see a bright light? Oh God please don’t die!!”
Jamal could hardly contain himself as the sound of a voice called out to him. Not just any voice, but a female. Even better! He waited until she was next to him. She sounded really upset about the predicament. For a brief moment Jamal felt a little bad that he was tricking someone like this. That feeling quickly passed as he continued to lay still. As much as he was enjoying himself, he heard the sound of a car approaching and decided it was time to end this game.
"Boo!" Jamal's eyes flew open and he bolted upright, then reached out and tried to grab the girl who was there to help him. In that brief moment he had to look at her, he thought she looked kind of cute, in a nerdy sort of way.
"I'm not gonna die, but a kiss would sure make me feel better!" he said, laughing uncontrollably.
Jamal could hardly contain himself as the sound of a voice called out to him. Not just any voice, but a female. Even better! He waited until she was next to him. She sounded really upset about the predicament. For a brief moment Jamal felt a little bad that he was tricking someone like this. That feeling quickly passed as he continued to lay still. As much as he was enjoying himself, he heard the sound of a car approaching and decided it was time to end this game.
"Boo!" Jamal's eyes flew open and he bolted upright, then reached out and tried to grab the girl who was there to help him. In that brief moment he had to look at her, he thought she looked kind of cute, in a nerdy sort of way.
"I'm not gonna die, but a kiss would sure make me feel better!" he said, laughing uncontrollably.
"Here we are, Jamal, Crystal Lake!" The navy blue Volkswagen containing Jamal and his parents sputtered a little as it rolled in to town. Jamal's mom couldn't hide her excitement at her son finally getting a job and leaving the house for the summer.
"Alright, boy. This is where you get out!" His dad said with a huge grin on his face.
Jamal groaned. "I heard the camp is only a few miles from town. Can't you just drive me the rest of the way?"
"Sorry. We have plans. Your father and I have been dying to try out the Retro Roadhouse. We've heard good things about it from our friends. Oh, I see it just up ahead here!" The car pulled in to the parking lot and came to a stop. All three members of the Johnson family got out and stretched.
With a heavy sigh, Jamal opened the trunk and pulled his neon green bicycle out. It was old and starting to rust, but it still served it's purpose. HIs mom gave him a quick hug and his dad shook his hand. "I'm proud of you, son. It's time for you to become a real man and enter the workforce. When we see you at the end of summer you can tell us all about it. I know you'll have a great time!"
"Yeah, right." Jamal muttered to himself as his parents quickly disappeared inside the diner. He hopped on his bike and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pants pocket. His parents didn't want him to blow this opportunity and made sure to write down directions to the camp for him. He studied the paper for a minute and then started peddling. It didn't take long to find the dirt road leading to the camp.
Eager to arrive so he could relax and take it easy, Jamal peddled hard and soon the parking lot was in sight. He slowed down as an idea started to form. He stopped just short of entering the open area of the lot. There were a couple vehicles, and he saw at least one person at the far end of the lot. Jamal got off his bike and carefully set it on the ground. Then he laid down next to it, with his limbs sprawled out.
"Help me! Help!"
He grinned and stayed motionless, waiting for someone to get close to him.
"Alright, boy. This is where you get out!" His dad said with a huge grin on his face.
Jamal groaned. "I heard the camp is only a few miles from town. Can't you just drive me the rest of the way?"
"Sorry. We have plans. Your father and I have been dying to try out the Retro Roadhouse. We've heard good things about it from our friends. Oh, I see it just up ahead here!" The car pulled in to the parking lot and came to a stop. All three members of the Johnson family got out and stretched.
With a heavy sigh, Jamal opened the trunk and pulled his neon green bicycle out. It was old and starting to rust, but it still served it's purpose. HIs mom gave him a quick hug and his dad shook his hand. "I'm proud of you, son. It's time for you to become a real man and enter the workforce. When we see you at the end of summer you can tell us all about it. I know you'll have a great time!"
"Yeah, right." Jamal muttered to himself as his parents quickly disappeared inside the diner. He hopped on his bike and pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pants pocket. His parents didn't want him to blow this opportunity and made sure to write down directions to the camp for him. He studied the paper for a minute and then started peddling. It didn't take long to find the dirt road leading to the camp.
Eager to arrive so he could relax and take it easy, Jamal peddled hard and soon the parking lot was in sight. He slowed down as an idea started to form. He stopped just short of entering the open area of the lot. There were a couple vehicles, and he saw at least one person at the far end of the lot. Jamal got off his bike and carefully set it on the ground. Then he laid down next to it, with his limbs sprawled out.
"Help me! Help!"
He grinned and stayed motionless, waiting for someone to get close to him.
Name: Jamal Johnson
Age: 21
Gender: male
Jamal is a joker who doesn't like to take life too seriously. Instead of doing homework in school, he would be spending his time trying to think of pranks to play on people. Jamal was a member of the high school basketball team for a while and his coach told him he had potential to play in college. He eventually quit the team because it was too much work. He barely graduated, and then from that point on life was nothing but a big party. A good kid for the most part. The only illegal thing he's ever done is drink when he was underage, but who hasn't?
After slacking off ever since graduating high school, Jamal's parents finally gave him an ultimatum: "Get a job, or get out!" Being a camp counselor sounded like easy money. Not only that, but hopefully there would be some other perks as well, namely girls. He begged his parents to let him borrow one of their cars, but they denied him. "If you want a car you should have got a job sooner!" They agreed to drive him part of the way there, but then force him to ride his bicycle the rest of the way.
Appearance: 6' tall and in good shape. Usually wearing white sneakers, baggy pants and a tank top.
Age: 21
Gender: male
Jamal is a joker who doesn't like to take life too seriously. Instead of doing homework in school, he would be spending his time trying to think of pranks to play on people. Jamal was a member of the high school basketball team for a while and his coach told him he had potential to play in college. He eventually quit the team because it was too much work. He barely graduated, and then from that point on life was nothing but a big party. A good kid for the most part. The only illegal thing he's ever done is drink when he was underage, but who hasn't?
After slacking off ever since graduating high school, Jamal's parents finally gave him an ultimatum: "Get a job, or get out!" Being a camp counselor sounded like easy money. Not only that, but hopefully there would be some other perks as well, namely girls. He begged his parents to let him borrow one of their cars, but they denied him. "If you want a car you should have got a job sooner!" They agreed to drive him part of the way there, but then force him to ride his bicycle the rest of the way.
Appearance: 6' tall and in good shape. Usually wearing white sneakers, baggy pants and a tank top.
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Victor stared ahead blankly as the horn continued to go off. At one point, someone from the survivor group ran over with a shotgun pointed at the van and started yelling. Victor couldn't hear what the guy was saying, but he was about to open the window and tell him to go to hell. Before he had a chance, a more reasonable person hurried over and took the shotgun away, then opened the driver door and let Ed fall out, putting an end to the horn.
Tucking his gun away, Victor decided he needed to act. He didn't feel like doing much of anything right now, but he wasn't ready to die yet either. Swinging the passenger door open, he climbed down to the ground. He straightened his lab coat, which was dirty and bloodied by this point, as best he could and using the van for support, dragged/hobbled to the front of the vehicle on his stumps. It hurt to walk on them, but he didn't care right now.
"I think noise attracts them. It isn't wise to stay here for too long." he said looking up at the two men who had come over there.
Tucking his gun away, Victor decided he needed to act. He didn't feel like doing much of anything right now, but he wasn't ready to die yet either. Swinging the passenger door open, he climbed down to the ground. He straightened his lab coat, which was dirty and bloodied by this point, as best he could and using the van for support, dragged/hobbled to the front of the vehicle on his stumps. It hurt to walk on them, but he didn't care right now.
"I think noise attracts them. It isn't wise to stay here for too long." he said looking up at the two men who had come over there.
I'm still here. Going to have a post up tonight.
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