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TFW You can't enter the IC page in school because it has "exceeded the allowed characters" AKA there are too many letters and numbers for our databases to handle lmao. I'll respond as Ollie when I get home (and maybe have King spy in on the leaders, if allowed)

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will have a response up either tomorrow or the next day. v busy after the long weekend i had!

Shadow of the Skyline (Superhuman Crime RP)

Might be interested~

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Party in the Chatzy? くコ:彡

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WHOOP. Guess we posted at basically the same time. I'll add Kat into my post as soon as possible @aladdin_sane

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Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Low @tigerchuffs | Katsuya Bogdani @aladdin_sane

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The silence of the breakfast was no unusual feat. Low was not very talkative, Ollie knew this, and the two often spent their time together in a comfortable buzz of calmness. Ollie was as much of an introvert as she could be, and though her find often filled with thoughts of stars and nature she rarely had any use for starting conversations about them. And so the two friends would simply enjoy each other's company, nothing more and nothing less. Ollie ate quickly, tearing through the two pancakes she had piled on her plate in no time before turning to start on her eggs. Oliver made a few glances towards Low as she chewed quietly, eyes hidden behind shining glasses, and wondered briefly what her friend was thinking.

Elowen, Oliver found, was a bit harder to read than most. Perhaps that is what intrigued her at the beginning, that this mysterious girl was unlike most of the other campers. She was weird. She was fragile. She was... Just Low. Ollie scoffed at her own mental cheesiness after a moment of turning the thoughts over in her head, shoving a fork full of eggs in her mouth before glancing about the dining hall. It was a low buzz kind of noisy, the kind that Oliver compared to downtown Portland, and she could already see a gathering near the front door. Looks like someone of interest has arrived.

it's gotta be him huh

Oliver sighed to herself, then turned to Low as she started shifting suddenly, watching curiously as her friend took out her cat-themed phone. Ollie's eyebrows quirked curiously, and she leaned in with interest as her friend stated she found a song she might like. The music that played was definitely Ollie's style, calm and twangy. It reminded her of a night sky polluted by city lights, but instead of it being an annoying sight it was gorgeous. Thousands of buildings and their lights swirling on the dark horizon, glittering like the stars they were blotting out as smoke rose from the city streets and caused a gentle haze to lay across the skyline. Music, it was a mysterious force that Ollie didn't usually waste time with, but she appreciated the pieces of art that could inspire her mind's imagination.

As the song ended she met Low's eyes, smiling as the blue orbs squinted happily, and she took another small bite of whatever was left on her plate before stretching her arms high above her head. Her back creaked once before she relaxed once more and leaned forward, chin resting gently on a dainty hand,

"well, what's the plan L? Wanna actually attend the 'welcome to camp' stuff or nah?" Oliver was up for anything at this point. While she was extremely glad and happy to have her friend around, she could already feel the boredom and annoyance of the competitive campers crawling up her back. Attending the bonfire also didn't sound like too much of a treat for her, after all, fire was just awful, but she was up for anything Low was up for. Being with Elowen was enough to quench Oliver's boredom. And... Just as she finished speaking, another interesting person sauntered up and sat down.

Katsuya was the new member to Gray team and already Ollie found her to be quite entertaining. She seemed rather... Off in some ways, but that just made her more fun to listen to. Oliver smiled as the other person sat down and dug into her food, batting her eyelashes behind her large glasses,

"Morning, Katsuya, enjoying the camp so far?"

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Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Malcolm Okada @McHaggis | Luca Cardwell @Undine | Casper Fawn @SunsetWanderer | Stacey Hampton @HushedWhispers | Alexandria Novak @reiko | Jessica Wilson @Undine

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"Right, right, glad to know you're doing great, hun~!" King said, deflating slightly as the words 'last summer' escaped his friend's lips. He reached down to return her last hug, and as he pulled away let a soft, friendly smile grace his lips, all while he jabbed Malcolm gently in the ribs and threw a funny-looking gaze his way. "God damn, Mally, I could cut the tension with a knife there." King rose an imaginary knife in the air, sliding it slowly through the air as he mimed out the expression with a playful smirk on his face. His acting was cut short as a sudden force slammed into his back, and he turned slowly, gaze setting quickly on the small frame of Alex Novak. Behind her, he quickly recognized Luca and Casper dwindling awkwardly, and a devious thought crossed his mind.

As if angered by Alex's initial move, he reached for her viciously, one hand gripping and dragging her shirt upwards while the other rested on the small of her back. He lifted her up slowly, using the hand on her back to support her small frame as he dragged her face close to his. King's eyebrows were down-turned, causing his eyes to appear furious and burning, and he let his jaw hang open slightly and shake with fake rage. Richard pulled (and held) Alex up until their foreheads were touching, and after a moment of fake-glaring into her gaze he threw his look towards Casper, smirking once more before placing a small peck on Alex's nose,

"Long time no see, Allycat~." King purred happily, pulling her into a tight hug once before carefully placing her back on her feet. After the whole scene played out, he rose a single arm and wrapped it around Malcolm's shoulder again, leaning gently against his best friend as his eyes connected with Luca and Casper. Before saying anything, however, he let his other hand drift into his pocket to check his missed message;

Group Message
From: The Best, The Jess
It's CAMP SEASON! Can't wait to see u all <3 heading towards the Main Hall, see u there? ily :*

A grin met his lips, and as he began to type back a response he returned (half) of his attention to Casper and his friend,

"Ay, Caspy, ready for a fun year of frolicking through the flowers while the other teams kick our name into the dirt?" Though before he could get an answer, Luca dragged the smaller boy away. Guess their first real interaction would have to wait a bit more, hmm? Richard sighed, loosening his grip on Mal slightly as he just realized he had squeezed his hand tightly in rage, and just before he could send his message out back to Jess the doors opening once more.

"Hey y'all!"

"Heeeeey, Jess-baby! How've you been!" He greeted cheerfully, an attractive smile now replacing the annoyance expression that had only recently painted his face. Forget Casper Fawn, and listen to Stacey Hampton. This was their last summer, and they had to make this it the best one it's ever been. But... Richard's smile widened, arm wrapping a bit tighter around Malcolm's smaller frame. Richard King wasn't going down without a fight this summer.

Casper Fawn was in for a war.

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@reiko H o n e s t l y THAT FAKE PICKING-A-FIGHT IS ADORABLE AND I AM SO DOING IT THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDEROUS INPUT

The thought of Caspy and King fearing a mad Alex is also amusing >:3c

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King's thought process at this very moment: I wanna hug 3/5 of the people here and punch at least 1 of them and this is a dilemma

And then that just leaves Luca who I still gotta add to the relationship chart whoops �� I'll do that as soon as I get out f bed~

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Location: Main Hall
Interacting With: Low @tigerchuffs

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The hug was unexpected. Elowen wasn’t one for touching and being touch, Ollie was well aware of that, but here she was, being squeezed by the lithe frame of her best friend for the first time in what probably was forever. It only lasted for a moment, but in her head Oliver felt it go on for a millennium. The rough feeling of the sweater and the smell of her friend’s shampoo lingered on her skin and mind, and Ollie reciprocated the gesture cautiously before Low pulled away to smile at her.

Ollie read her friend’s face like a book, already seeing the shadow of discomfort from the extended physical contact the two shared, and merely let her own face calm and appear much more gentle as Low greeted her with actual words for the first time this year. Her voice, God, she missed Low’s voice so much. It was like hearing your favorite song after a year of deafness, refreshing and just so damn relaxing.

Before she could move to sit down or say something in response, Low reached forward and traced her fingers over her palm before allowing her pinky to intertwine with Ollie’s. It was a small connection, the usual for her friend, and Ollie tilted her head as a small tug guided her towards the line for food. She then smiled softly, realizing her friend’s plan to get her settled and comfortable before they actually started catching up. Eventually, the wiry pink slipped from her grasp and Ollie glanced up to silently plan their next move before Elowen vanished to the back of the line. She was, once again, alone. Well, not in a literal sense, as many other bodies surrounded her, but she felt as lonely as she had been in the forest a mere moment again. She walked gently through the line, turning up a nose to most of the food until she came across the eggs a pancakes. Yum.

After filling her eyes and shoveling quite a few things onto the plate she wandered quietly back over to Elowen and they proceeded back to the table in a silent storm. Though Low never said anything out loud, Ollie couldn’t help but feel her friend was turning something over mentally. Like she was upset or something. But… Prying was never healthy unless it was needed, and Oliver was never good at knowing when something was needed or not. And so she followed after her friend with only a soft sigh and took a seat beside her. She watched Low eat for a moment, and then turned to dig into her own food, eating the syrup-drenched pancakes delicately.

"Was your trip nice? I drove here from home."

Ollie blinked, nearly choking on her most recent bite of breakfast food, ”you drove all the way down here? From Michigan?” A half smile half concerned frown overtook her face, and she leaned her head into her hand as she turned to look at Low over her glasses, ”I had a fine trip, but how was yours?” She questioned quietly, smiling as they gently found their happy places within the walls of their small conversations.

Soon enough, Elowen shared some news on her recovery, and Ollie couldn’t fight the proud smile that beamed across her face. She wanted to just get up right there and squeeze the girl, but instead she outstretched a hand. THis was an invitation; if Elowen wished to she could place her hand within Ollie’s and receive a small, reassuring squeeze, and if not they could simply continue on as if nothing happened. And still Oliver would smile, and say calmly,

”You’ve been doing well, then, I am so proud of you, Low!”

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Location: Outside Main Hall
Interacting With: Malcolm Okada @McHaggis

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Blaring rock music and California sunlight filled King’s Mercedes, a usual scene that played out whenever he drove up towards his home away from home. The road that curved through the tall, dappled forest, the rocks and shrubs that scattered across the land in front of him, and the ever warm feeling of excitement, all these things were familiar to Richard King. He had traced them with his finger ever since he was just a mere Freshman, and even now, four years later, he knew which turn was coming up and which tree would be hanging eerily close to the road. The usual scene that had filled him with such nostalgia and cheer, however, was stained with another feeling. Anger? Dread? Sadness? These emotions all spurred from a single thought.

the last year

His hands tightened against the steering wheel, knuckles whitening as his flesh tensed. That was right, it was his last year at the camp. HIs parents, the O So Wise and Powerful people they were to him, had already decided that he would be shipped off to England come fall for college. All four years, spent in the rainy lands where his mother grew up. There was no summer in London, he was often told, nothing to do but study, study drink, and study. He couldn’t say no to their decision, he didn’t have the guts nor a good enough reason to use against them. King sighed softly as the forest began to thin out, the sunlight now pouring down across the road. As his eyes collapsed on the gathering of buildings before him, another thorn dug itself deep into his side. It was his last year, and he wasn’t going to be Blue Team’s leader. Casper Fawn, fucking Casper Fawn. King wasn’t exactly sure how or why Fawn got the spot, but he did know something.

He was still fucking pissed about it. The whites of his knuckles brightened, and he felt his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he tried to calm the storm in his head. Already nothing was going right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. King parked lousily, not even minding that he had gone over and set his car on the white line between two spots, and escaped from the dark-colored vehicle. Many other cars and people seemed to have gather already, but then again Richard was always the type to be “fashionably late”, and with a click he locked his Mercedes and sauntered towards the main hall, hands dug deeply into his jean pockets and eyes turned downward to trace the gravel that fell in and out of his sandals. He became entranced with the movement of himself and the varying earth below him, so much so that he failed to stop himself from bumping into someone else. King jumped back slightly, grumbling,

“Oi, watch where you’re go-” before stopping mid-sentence to grin at the familiar face before him.

“King! Fancy running into you here!” Malcolm readjusted his glasses, knocked slightly askew by the impact. He twisted a lock of hair around his finger – it had definitely grown out since last summer’s camp. Then, slightly quieter and a touch more nervously, he said, “Not that I was waiting or anything.” King grinned at the small, new details he saw on his friend, pulling a hand from his pocket to rub the back of his head, a playful grin replacing his once much more annoyed expression.

”Why would a pretty thing like you be waiting for someone like me, Mally~?” He leaned forward in an effort to meet Malcolm’s face straight on, forcing forth an especially sensual smile. The skin around his eyes tightened, proof that his smile was nearly genuine, and then he stuck his tongue out and sniggered.

”Don’t stick that tongue out unless you intend to use it,” Malcolm warned, clearly light-hearted, though he did look away more swiftly than he had in the past. There was something in his smile that was different, or perhaps it was a little smaller. King felt his own expression falter slightly at the sight, his tongue quickly retreating back into his mouth before Malcolm continued on, ”I just wanted to make sure you actually came this year. It’d be a drag otherwise, you know – unbearable, and all that. Oh, and, nice car.” It came out rather quickly, given that he was one of those fast-talking New Yorkers. Malcolm peered over King’s shoulder – then, when that failed, around him – standing on tip-toes to catch a glimpse of the Mercedes. Richard fell back on his heels, shoving his hand back into his pocket before shrugging and smiling lightly,

”The old man got it for me for my birthday. Not much else to say about it.” Just another gift to tighten his chains or whatever, right? King shook the thought from his head and gave Malcolm a playful shove with his elbow, ”besides that! Who’s here already? Anyone new or worth mentioning yet?” He bounced up and down slightly, feigning extreme excitement with a cocky grin and playful eyes.

Malcolm raised an eyebrow as if in disbelief but was clearly never one to back down from a bit of gossip. ”Well,” he said, pausing for breath and beckoning King to follow him as he started drifting towards the Main Hall. ”There was a newbie talking to Hampton in the hall – no idea what his name is but not my type – and Chase is out of the closet with her choice in attire, but if you want more than that, you’ll have to give it another day. I did just spend the whole morning waiting on the arrival of ‘the King’, after all.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. King tapped his chin thoughtfully, half-chuckling at Malcolm’s comment towards Chase before reaching forward and throwing an arm around Mal’s shoulder, leaning into the smaller boy lazily. The two walked in a comfortable silence for a moment, King savoring the thought of a new “cutie” as Malcolm put it before shrugging,

”there is no way this new cutie is as cute as you.” King mumbled mostly to himself, obviously meaning for the comment to be a mental note, but after a second of looking back on what he had just said OUT LOUD he felt his face heat up. Only slightly. His pale skin turned slightly pink, and he left out a soft cough before saying weakly, “j-just kidding~!”

“You give a compliment then you take it away,” Malcolm said with a dramatic sigh. He didn’t seem to have noticed the admission, or at least accepted it in the same way he accepted all of Richard’s flirts. Even so, a dark red flush could be seen from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “Talk about destroying a boy’s confidence.” Seeing Malcolm’s expression seemed to just wash all of his previous worries and woes from his mind, and as the Main Hall doors drew closer and the friend wrapped in his arm turned a bright red he grinned a genuine, happy grin. His hand rose and squeezed Malcolm’s shoulder reassuringly, finding himself at a loss of words for his friend, and then he turned and practically kicked the doors of the Main Hall open, letting out a stupidly cheerful laugh and semi-loud shout,

”Guess who’s back bitches~!”

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Location: Forest to Main Hall
Interacting With: Low (Text/Face-to-face)

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Nature. Life. Camp Liberty. Oliver had arrived extremely early in the morning, so early that the stars had still hung in the sky and the moon was just barely vanishing behind the tree tops. Her old truck had sputtered to a stop within the parking lot, and she glided silently across the camp grounds with her bags in tow. It had been a warm morning, crisp and silent, and after dropping her things off haphazardly on the floor of the Gray cabin she went for a silent stroll through the woods. Nothing had changed since her last visit, it seemed, save for a few fallen oaks gathering near the lake, and Ollie silently opened her journal and made a few changes to her hand-drawn map of the area before finding a nice, quiet place to rest.

She remained, hidden within the tall trees and underbrush for most of the morning, reading through her journal entries from last year as the sky above teetered and changed from early morning to around ten or eleven. She watched it all with lazy eyes, and then after a second more of silence her stomach growled furiously. She was starving. Obviously, she would be, she had skimped out on dinner last night while driving down to Cali. Oliver rose gracefully, dusting off any stray leaves and dirt from her faded shorts before stepping gingerly through the woods. The iridescent glasses that hung on the collar of her striped shirt rose gently against her breast as she shambled through the thick underbrush, and she eventually lifted them up to gently rest on her small nose. The world appeared in varying, darkened colors, the forest’s shadows and dappled sunlight faded out by the lenses of Ollie’s favorite glasses, and she walked and walked until her feet touched down at the familiar campsite.

More cars had gathered at the parking lot, some familiar and some not, and she drifted passed them carefully on her way towards the Main Hall. The smell of food could already be sensed, and her stomach grumbled again at the familiar scents that filled the air. Behind her, another car screeched into the lot, and as she shrugged and ignored whatever asshole was pulling up so loudly a familiar figure passed by her line of sight. Malcolm. He was staring intently at the cars behind Ollie, perhaps waiting for someone, and not wishing to strike up a conversation she drifted onward.

The usual hustle and bustle of the hall could be heard from just outside the two doors, and as Ollie sucked in a deep breath and pushed them open her phone buzzed in her pocket. She blinked once, glanced around the hall, and then stepped aside to check her battered Galaxy. Light gleamed through the shattered screen, and a familiar name made her smile lightly.

To: Ollie K.
From: Low G.
Boo!

She tapped back a reply quickly, unable to hide her excited smile:

To: Low G.
From: Ollie K.

You found me quick. BRT

Ollie shoved the phone back into her pocket and scanned the various tables before her, wandering quietly forward until the familiar sight of wild, blonde hair seemed to fill her gaze. She quickened her step until she could clearly see Elowen’s beautiful, familiar face, and a wide, rare smile broke out across Ollie’s.

”Hey, Low, long time no see, huh? She seemingly whispered, Ollie’s soft voice filled to the brim with excitement to see her long-time friend.