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First IC is up, post to your heart's content. Stuff's gonna start kicking off real fast, so enjoy the peaceful moments while they last.
The cheerful August sun sat low in the sky, beaming down upon the lonely white sedan that bumped along the dirt roads running parallel to Pic River. The northern shore of Lake Superior was in full bloom. The lush green pines intermingled with the standing elms and proud oaks shrouding the mountains in a blanket of forest green. Wild flowers populated the fields and valleys, while tiny pebbles washed back and forth on the lake’s gentle shoreline. The car seemed so out of place in this world of natural beauty, bouncing and jolting across the uneven path. Eventually it scrunched to a halt, its old breaks squeaking ever so slightly before the engine spluttered and died, casting the woodlands once more into peaceful silence. The vehicle’s doors popped open a moment later and two figures stepped clear. The first was a young boy by the name of Samuel. He was a sandy haired youth of fifteen years and he possessed an excited air, and beamed brighter than the sun above as he rushed about to the rear of the car, popping the trunk. He was followed by a large chocolate lab named Jake, who which barked happily, rushing off to sniff the trees. The third was clearly the boy's mother, a middle-aged women of similar hair and complexion, but unlike her son’s khaki shorts, sandals, and good cheer, her own dress and high heels and anxious expression betrayed her clear discomfort in their current environment.
Joining her Samuel around the back of the car she tried to help by grabbing ahold of a yellow plastic bin, with a tape label sealed to the top, with the words: ’Tent/Fishing/Cooking’ inscribed upon it. She gave a valiant effort but soon surrendered, moving out of the way so Sam could lift the crate clear, setting it down with a thump on the grass beside two others.
“There’s not a lot of people here.” She said at long last, as Sam finished taking the last of his camping gear from the trunk. He grinned back at her, his arms full of disassembled fishing lines.
“I know right, isn’t it great?” He bundled the poles down next to the crates, making a show of staring up and down the abandoned beach. “People are scared of bears for some reason, so it’ll pretty much just be us and the park rangers out here all week. I saw a few tents on the way up, but it looks like the direct shoreline is completely clear.”
“I suppose, it’s just, your friends aren’t here.” She worried. It was true, Samuel’s five friends had yet to arrive, and by her watch they were starting to be a little late. Their scenic surroundings contrasted poorly with her worried attitude. Where Sam saw a picture perfect camping spot, she saw danger and lonesome hills for miles around. “Maybe I should stay, just for a little while, so we can be sure they know the right spot. I wouldn’t want you out here on your own for six days…”
“They know where to go, besides, I've got Jake.” Sam reassured her, glancing up the road as if he expected a line of cars to just appear around the bend at any moment. “We went over it like a hundred times. They're just late, it’s a long drive after all, we can’t exactly account for that. Which reminds me, you don’t want to be late for your flight.” The implication was enough to convince her to start leaving, but she fretted for a few moments more anyways. Grasping at straws and excuses to remain a couple moments more. At last she grasped Sam by the shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek, ruffling his sandy hair. Sam dodged away from her, embarrassedly wiping away her kiss and smoothing out his hair. He was used to these sorts of affectionate displays from her, but she somehow always managed to catch him off guard. At least his friends weren’t around to witness it like usual.
“Stay safe, and if you have any problems at all find a park employee and call Mr. and Mrs. Wynn, they’ll be closest. And don’t you dare touch one of that boy's cigarettes, or anything else you would be embarrassed to tell me about. Don’t give me that look, I’ve seen Duncan with a packet in his pocket before, I'm not blind. I’ll be back here Monday to pick you up. So be ready. And-”
“Alright, I’ll remember. Bye now mom, see you next week.” Sam waved her farewell, cutting off her instructions which were liable to go on for several minutes. He ushered her into the car, closing the door for her and everything in a series of not so subtle hints, requesting her absence. “I’ll be fine, I promise. What could go wrong?”
His final words to her struck at her heart as she brought the car’s engine roaring into life. She drove away, watching him wave and disappear in her rearview mirror. She could think of so many things that could go wrong, oh so many things.
Monday Afternoon
Campgrounds, Pic River Outlet, Indian Reserve
Pukaskwa National Park; twenty miles from Marathon, Ontario.
Pukaskwa National Park; twenty miles from Marathon, Ontario.
“One… Two… Ah c’mon guys, we can’t just stand out here arguing about what to do all day. I haven’t got time to kill.” Serpentine argued, encouraged by Talon’s more ambitious tactics, but still held back by Furitta’s cautioning. She stood, uncertainly in the middle of the road, the first in line for the barrage of gas bottles hurtled from the window. They arced like a wave of silent meteors taking Serpentine completely by surprise. The foremost purple bottle clanging against her head and releasing a purple haze that clogged her mouth and nostrils. Stumbling back she coughed and gagged, trying to hold her breath and cover her stinging eyes as she became enshrouded in the toxic mist. She succeeded partially, having only breathed in a minute fraction of the gas released around her. Stumbling around blind, her lungs near bursting she ran clear of the cloud, smashing her way into the café door to escape the repulsive torment. Rolling upon the floor she rubbed desperately at her eyes, all sense of reason and direction lost. She felt woozy and disoriented and nauseated all at the same time, unable to shake the vertigo enacted from the fumes she inhaled.
Gagging she struggled to stand, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut, unable to see and unaware of the practical wall of knockout gas that separated her from the rest of her team, or Barristris who stood only a few meters away. Groping about blindly until she found a table to support herself on Serpentine sniffled, wiping away the snot that had collected on her face. “Stay out of the gas!” She screamed, hoping the others possessed the good sense to jump away when the first bottle struck her. She hadn’t heard their voices for a while, and felt a stab of panic at the thought that they might’ve been knocked unconscious, leaving her alone. “Talon, Usagi, Furrita? Are you guys there?”
@Sockofpancakes Certainly! Make a CS and jump on in, in fact, if you'd like to take over I'd be totally fine with you grabbing the reigns.
Interesting characters everyone. Feel free to go ahead and post your characters over in the characters tab. Once @Vertigo and @CaptainSully post their characters we'll get started.
I may or may not have been thinking about Scooby-doo when making this app.
@MissCapnCrunch Any kind of image will work, I don’t really have a preference. Also I don’t think the opposite of some who loves nature would spend a year begging their parents to let them go on a camping trip, unless you can make it work and make sense, in which case go for it.
@Vertigo sounds good, I’ll get my own character up sometime tonight.
It is late August 1994, and along the shores of Lake Superior Ontario National Park the spectacular Canadian lands are just waiting to be admired. For a few kids its an open invitation. A whole year of good behavior and pleading has finally paid off and a group of freshmen friends have convinced their parents to let them spend an entire week camping on their own on the lake. The forecasted weather is perfect, not to hot and not to cold and as an added bonus the camp is nearly vacant. The typical summer crowd having been frightened off by a spate of 'bear' attacks further away along the lake's expansive shoreline. According to the park rangers the attacks have been dealt with, and yet people remain naïvely afraid. Cautioning against visiting in favor of less hazardous vacationing spot, leaving the grounds eerily empty... The perfect setting for a group of friends heading out on their own. Another stroke of good luck practically guaranteed them the best spot. An awe-inspiring overlook of the lake, complete with standing cliffs, a scattering of black pines, and a little wooden jetty seated less then a quarter of a mile away. They couldn't have asked for a more perfect situation, and its all shaping up to be the most memorable camping trip of their lives.
Because little do they know there's something else rumored to be lurking in the dark forests, remaining hidden just out of sight. Something dark, something ancient, something evil.
Because little do they know there's something else rumored to be lurking in the dark forests, remaining hidden just out of sight. Something dark, something ancient, something evil.
I am not the original inspiration behind this role play, that goes to @SockofPancakes who I hope will eventually return and join in. This is a closed RP for @Raptra @Vertigo @CaptainSully @MissCapnCrunch and myself. And potentially Socks.
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