ShankySpice

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

I'm gonna give Killa a chance to post before I post again for Max, will try to have their second post up before I go to work tomorrow afternoon.

Olympus Rising

I am so super interested in this but it already seems to have a lot of interest. If it's full up, I'll watch from afar. If you'll have me, the god of death speaks to me but so does Demeter....plant manipulation you say?

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

Fixed my accidental second post in the char tab to show Max's current skateboard in case anyone is curious :)

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

Max

This was Max's first year at Camp Wyaconda, and already, it had been eventful. First, she'd been mistaken for a boy, perfectly normal as it happened all the time with the way that Max dressed. That day, they'd been wearing black cargo knee length shorts, a band tee sporting Bikini Kill underneath a dark green zip-up hoodie, and a dark gray backwards baseball cap with a white smiley face on the front. She was good at looking androgynous by nature, but being small for her age and dressing in mostly boys clothes often had people scratching their heads. Max liked it like that, they'd never felt intensely one way or the other gender wise, there had always been more of a fluidity in their expression. The counselor checking her in though, Max had forgotten her name but she gave older mother hen vibes, had given her the same speech they all do about being a "lady". Max had rolled their eyes, taken her papers and instructions and welcomes to camp, and headed for their dorm: 7D.

That was two days ago. It was now their third day at camp, and they had woken up later than most. Max had always been a deep sleeper, but trying to sleep through a gaggle of girls talking about their latest crushes did not make for easy sleeping. The sun was rising higher in the sky when Max threw on their clothes. Today's outfit; the same black shorts as the first day (they were her favorite), a sleeveless tee that was for her favorite band Queen, and a plain black baseball cap (backwards of course). Max grabbed their skateboard, slung their gray backpack over one shoulder, and took off for the mess hall. The second they hit the pavement, they dropped their skateboard and traveled on wheels.

Reaching the hall, Max popped the skateboard back into their hands and made their way into the line. Having only one hand made it slightly difficult, so they set their skateboard down when needing to scoop. Opting for pancakes (with syrup), some fresh strawberries, and a large cup of chocolate milk...Max sighed. She did not have enough hands for this. Note to self: put skateboard in safe spot first, before breakfast. She did this every morning. Turning to the kid next to her, she frowned.

"Don't any of yas touch my food, I'll be right back" She said and then took her skateboard to the closest wall near the table for 7D, by now she was certain everyone knew not to touch her skateboard. The one boy that had tried the first day had escaped with bloody knees and damp cheeks because Max had tripped him after taking it back. She didn't like when people touched her stuff without asking. In her defense, she only tripped him after he tried to smack her with her own skateboard.

Walking back to their tray, they grabbed their food and cup of milk and walked to the table for their cabin, sitting down with a small sigh after setting the tray and cup down. Rummaging through her bag, she placed her headphones on her head, and cranked up the volume. The greatest hits of Queen began playing in their ears, and all was right with the world. Digging in to breakfast, they wondered what they would get up to adventure wise today. They'd already done a loop around the camp on their second day, dubbing the canoe dock their favorite place. There was something about the water that always calmed Max, she could sit out there for hours. But one thing they knew, they'd definitely get in some more skating.

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

Will try to get Max's intro post put either today or tomorrow, back pain and work be back pain and working.

*Linda Belcher voice* Oh this is working, this is wooorking.

closed---deleted--whatever

No one else? I may just call this dead if I don't get more interest...

Hobey-Ho Let's Go!

Bumping seems futile when I haven't had one bite....sigh...really itching to do Dragon Age or The Bobby Pendragon Series, or Criminal Minds

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

Since I also, accidentally made a second post in the wrong area, I figured I'd upload pics of Max's current skateboard.

skateboard

Camp Wyaconda, August 1991

Max

Maxine "Max" Holloway

Nickname only her friends call her: Headbutt-- First day at camp she was riding her skateboard and she hit a bump, went butt over elbows right headfirst right into the backside of one of the camp counselor's who'd been bent down helping another young camper. So they called her headbutt, for headbutting...a butt.
Age: 13
Birthday: August 13th
Pronouns: She/They
Siblings: One much younger brother (3) named Josiah.
Family Life: Both the Protective Older Sister and the slightly bitter one at her parents waiting 10 years to have another child and make her no longer the favorite.
Fear: Clowns
Secret Fear: Falling to their death
Size: Tiny Terror (they're short for their age, but feisty)
Weapon: Slingshot and their skateboard

EXTRAS:

What does your character bring to the table: The Spunky One with a silver tongue.
Notable Trait: Tough
List four things your character always has in their backpack:
°A random assortment of small pebbles, marbles, and other small object to use as projectiles for her slingshot.
°Bandaids
°Her walkman complete with headphones and Queen's best hits on cassette.
°Two chocolate snickers bars. (Her favorite)
Miscellaneous: Always wears a baseball cap on their head, backwards.

I think she is finally done :)

Hobey-Ho Let's Go!

Buuuumpity