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Marisol Castillo (Second Horizons)

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So hit me like a man, and love me like a woman
Buried inside, look me in the eyes, I want it
One will give you hell, one will give you heaven
Hit me like a man, love me like a woman
Love me like a woman ♫

>>The Marisol Castillo Playlist<<

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

“This will be my fourth year up in this bitch.”

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

“Green Cabin, baby. Yeah, yeah: I know my personality definitely fits the Red Cabin more. But when I got sorted into it my first year of camp, I got into it with some dickhead and broke his nose, so they decided it was best to put me in Green with Archer. Been Team Green ever since.”

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

“There is no power in this entire universe that can make me do things I don’t wanna do, so you can say I’m here out of my own free will. I’m coming to be the Green Cabin’s counselor this time around.”

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

“I am Bipolar. As. Fuck. But with the help of my lil daily 20mg of Symbiax and some of that MJ, it’s all Gucci.”

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

“Considering I’ve been coming to this camp for four years, you can say I do LOL. Never will snowboarding beat the magic that is riding a fucking wave in the middle of the ocean, but it’s an okay replacement to indulge in every once in a while.”

► What are you looking forward to?

“Spending quality time with my boy Archie before we graduate college and get forced to be fucking grownups.”

► What are you not looking forward to?

“Any fucking asshole that tests my patience. Mind ya business and lemme do my thing.”

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

“The people that don’t know me will tell you I’ve got a foul mouth, a dark sense of humor, a bad attitude and a quick temper. And you know what? They’re fucking right. I’m all that shit and more, if they don’t bother to get to know me. But what they don’t know is how fucking loyal I am to my friends, or how fucking driven and determined I am whenever I want to get something, or how damn entertaining and fun I am to be around, or how fucking hard I fall in love. They don’t know any of that shit. But you know what? Fuck ‘em. Their opinions mean jackshit to me. I’ve already got everyone I need.”

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

🔥 Hair: Long, straight brown hair that's usually worn down.
🔥 Eyes: Blue-green
🔥 Height: 5'3"
🔥 Body Type: Slim and Petite
🔥 Clothing Style: Sporty Grunge | Beanies | Baseball hats | T-shirts | Sweatpants | Jackets | Hoodies | Jeans | Shorts | Sneakers | Crop-tops | Chokers | White gold necklace with a heart-shaped pendant given to her by her father on her thirteenth birthday.
🔥 Makeup Wise: Marisol rarely wears makeup, the most on a daily basis being mascara and lip gloss. In even rarer occasions will you see her with a more dramatic look, mostly for very big and select events.
🔥 Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: A few scars scattered through her body from her many skating accidents, the most noticeable of these being on her right elbow from the surgery she required to fix her broken bone. Basic lobe piercings.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Besides the usual winter gear and electronics, she’s brought her favorite bong and a bag full of snacks.

► Quirks:

🔥 Chews gum as a discreet way to control her anxiety.
🔥 Has a hell of a sailor’s tongue… No, seriously. If you were to take shots for every time Mari casually dropped the word “fuck” in conversation, chances are you’d die of alcohol poisoning.
🔥 Marisol hates being alone. The girl is always accompanied by someone, and will only request to be alone when she’s going through a really bad depressive episode.

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Rock, Rap Music and Die Antwoord
✔ The beach, surfing and skating
✔ Her family & friends
✖ Sunburns
✖ Being away from her loved ones
✖ When people test her pea-sized patience.

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► Brief history:

The winter after their sixteenth birthday, Archer Diedrikson and Marisol Castillo had left the beloved white sands and clear waters of their beloved Palm Beach behind to explore what it was like to have a White Christmas away from their parents in the snowy mountains of Washington. Their experience at Second Horizons camp had been a favorable one, in which the two teens not only built more friendships of their own, but also reconnected and spent some quality time together away from their other friends and the trials and tribulations of home. In fact, Archie and Mari had enjoyed camp so much they made it their mission to attend a few more times, which they did for the following two years as seventeen and eighteen year-olds. Once they became college students, though, it became harder for the two friends to be a part of Second Horizons. But with their senior year of college coming to a close and their days together almost numbered, the Palm Beach natives decided to go on one last hurrah together before they would undoubtedly go their separate ways-- geographically speaking, of course. There was nothing in the world that would ever sever the bond Archer and Marisol had shared since they were preschoolers.

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► Extra information:

🔥 Marisol is a senior at Palm Beach Atlantic University, where she double majors in Business Administration and Athletic Training.
🔥 Her hobbies include surfing, skating, smoking weed and hanging out with her friends and family.
🔥 As a high school senior, she had an incident where she took a bat to her classmate’s Mercedes.
🔥 Her mother is the retired, undefeated world middleweight women’s boxing champion Soleil “Shady” Jameson, and her father is Marco Castillo Sr., who owns the famous Marco’s Diner in Palm Beach.

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Tatum Paxton (Paramount)

_{(FC: Brooke Taylor Kier, Dialogue Color: D1668B)}

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F O R T H E R E C O R D

| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |

🌷 Tae
🌷 Sugar Plum ("Thanks, Dad...")

| | A G E | |

🌷 Seventeen 🌷 January 28th 🌷 Aquarius

| | G E N D E R | |

🌷 Female

| | S E X U A L I T Y | |

🌷 Heterosexual

| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |

🌷 Single, although her heart has secretly always belonged to the handsome sailor with the ocean eyes.

| | O C C U P A T I O N | |

🌷 None. Ballet takes up all of her time.

| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |

🌷 Senior

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A T F I R S T G L A N C E

| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |

🌷 Hair: Dark Brown | Naturally Wavy | Usually worn down and blown out straight, in soft waves or in a high, tight bun for ballet practice.
🌷 Eyes: Hazel
🌷 Height: 5’4”
🌷 Body Type: Slim and Petite | Hourglass Figure
🌷 Clothing Style:

🌷 Uniform: Uses the blazer variant in the warmer months and adds the sweater vest in the cooler months. Wears her blouses neatly ironed, her skirts at a short but acceptable length, neutral-colored thigh-high socks and tops it all off with pointed toe Mary Jane pumps. Accessorizes with diamond stud earrings, Chanel necklaces, Tiffany bracelets, headbands and a rotating assortment of designer handbags. When in ballet practice, she’ll be wearing the mandatory leotard with the nude tights and ballet slippers.

🌷 Casual: Her style can be described as Girly & Preppy. She tends to favor the use of short, pleated skirts or shorts paired with blouses, sweater vests, sweaters, tops with cardigans, oversized hoodies and an assortment of matching high-heeled shoes or sneakers. Most of her clothing and outfits consist of neutral and pastel colors, which she accessorizes in the same way mentioned above but with the added use of sunglasses when needed.

🌷 Makeup Wise: Very natural, basic makeup done in neutral colors, with the highlights being a glossy nude lip, natural-looking eyelash extensions and winged liner.
🌷 Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Basic earlobe piercings | No scars or tattoos.

| | R E P U T A T I O N | |

If it wasn’t for her active presence as part of Marble Heights Academy’s ballet company, Tatum Paxton would otherwise go through school life unnoticed. She walks around the halls gracefully, her nose frequently buried inside a book much like the Disney princess Belle. Quiet, reserved, composed, responsible and courteous to a fault, she is every teacher’s dream student. When she does speak, she does so in a soft-spoken, intelligent and eloquent way, always making use of the good manners taught to her by her mother. But because of her reserved, introverted nature and how rarely she smiles, Tatum often comes off as aloof, even if she is nothing but polite towards any individual who addresses her. She’s a woman of few friends and no known lovers or relationships.

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O F F T H E R E C O R D

| | H I S T O R Y | |

From the pages of her diary:

“My name is Tatum Elizabeth Paxton. I am seventeen years of age-- eldest child of Tate and Stephanie Paxton’s three offspring. I was born on 28th of January of 2002, when my mother was only nineteen and actively hiding from my father, whom she had eloped with in Las Vegas straight out of high school. See, their story wasn’t exactly like the ones you would find in a Nicholas Sparks novel. My parents’ relationship was, by all means, incredibly toxic: filled with endless screaming matches, many infidelities, countless broken promises, and the inability of these two lovers who so desperately loved one another to express their emotions in a productive, positive way. Thankfully, I wasn’t around for the worst of it.

In my father’s defense, Tate always made sure that my mother, myself and eventually my sister were not just taken care of financially, but utterly spoiled rotten. Unfortunately, I knew that this was his way of trying to compensate for his constant, painful absence in our lives. I was around and aware enough to remember the many times my father disappointed me and my mother. I lost count of the amount of times I had to put on a brave face to not break my mother’s heart even more than it already was pretty early on in life. But even then, Stephanie Paxton never once spoke ill about Tate in front of me. Instead, she always made a point of reminding me to never stop caring for my father, to always remember he was a human who made mistakes just like the rest of us, and to not be quick or harsh in judging him. One day, she said, I would come to understand the reasoning behind his actions. When that day finally came, she wanted me to confront it with an open, forgiving, and very loving heart. It was the least he deserved.

And she was right.

On my thirteenth birthday, my father sat down with me and told me every detail of his life story. It was a very emotional conversation that I hold dearly with me to this day, and one that reminds me of the importance of having a forgiving heart. Yet as much as I love my father and no longer hold any resentment towards him, I still found it quite difficult to trust him. He’d been doing well on keeping his word for some time now, but I couldn’t help the way I was always on edge and skeptical about anything he said or did. So when he and my mother communicated to my sister and I that he would permanently move in with us to try and be the family we were always meant to be, I was nervous. Instead looking forward to his arrival, I started looking up information about the best boarding schools in the State, and building my case as to why I should attend each one. Why, you might ask, did I want to leave my home just as things were starting to look up for my family and I? Well, the honest answer is that I really didn’t want to be around if Dad suddenly decided to pull another Houdini act on us and disappear again. I knew my heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

I think that, deep down, my parents also knew I needed the space. It took very little convincing on my part for them to see . By the time I graduated from middle school, I was already enrolled to receive my high school education at Marble Heights Academy. I’ve been a student here since my freshman year. I’m about to embark on my senior year journey in a few short weeks.

And dad?

He’s kept his promise so far. They’ve somehow managed to make it all work, and I’ve never seen my mother and my siblings so happy.

Maybe, just maybe, this means I can stop worrying so much about everyone else and focus on trying to find my own happiness instead.

We’ll just have to see what this new semester will bring my way.”

| | B E Y O N D M Y R E P U T A T I O N | |

Behind the frigid veil that Tatum has in place to guard herself lies a sweet, kind-hearted, affectionate, free-spirited individual who feels things deeply and intensely. She is a patient and loyal friend, who will provide you with a listening ear and words of advice or comfort using that strange yet accurate sense of intuition of hers. As a lover, Tatum is a hopeless romantic at heart, who yearns to live her own fairytale romance even though her parents weren’t the best example. Her dream is to live happily ever after with her Prince Charming: the first and only man she will ever love, who will be her first everything.

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A C A D E M I C S

| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

🌷 Tatum is part of the school’s ballet company, and often shares the lead roles of their recital performances with fellow ballerina Cyndi Green.

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |
🌷 Creative Writing
🌷 Languages

| W O R S T |
🌷 PE / Gym
🌷 Calculus

| | E X T R A N O T E S | |

🌷 Tatum loves to write in her free time: be it poems about the complexity of her feelings or diary entries full of her innermost thoughts. It goes without saying she guards this collection of notebooks with her life, as they are quite literally the windows to her soul.
🌷 Besides writing, her favorite hobby is scrapbooking. Her most prized possession is an album she made of the happiest pictures of her family, with detailed descriptions of each photographed scene. Her personal favorite is the rare photo of her parents on their wedding day in Las Vegas eighteen years ago.
🌷 Is an avid reader of romance novels, with a preference for the classics like Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Gone With The Wind, The French Lieutenant’s Woman, The Graduate, etc...
🌷 Loves classical music and ballads, with her favorite musician being the internationally acclaimed violinist Fiamma Giannulli.
🌷 Her father Tate is a former drug kingpin in Northeast US an up and coming jeweler with his own home studio/office, while her mother Stephanie is the owner of one of the most popular, high-end salon and spas in the Los Angeles area (a role she was given by her former boss Julie).
🌷 Her two siblings are Lily (twelve) and Stephan (seven).
🌷 Has two pet pomeranians: Snowflake and Coal.
🌷 The Tatum Playlist
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Rosefell High.

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If she had been the one who had almost gotten run over by an incoming car, Giselle would’ve been nothing short of terrified and upset at the person behind the wheel, and at any other individuals inside the vehicle at the time of the close call. Her ability to use her words and speak in full sentences would’ve disappeared, replaced by the frantic pounding of her heart. What Gigi hadn’t expected was that the young man her aunt had almost injured came at her with the pleasantries of a gentleman: admitting fault to something he wasn’t responsible for, introducing himself and the friend that had come to his aid, and closing it all off with one of the smoothest pickup lines she had ever heard.

“No me quitaste la vida pero ciertamente me dejaste sin aliento.”

Giselle’s lightly freckled cheeks flushed crimson, and she let out a nervous little giggle. Although she wasn’t a stranger to compliments, receiving them always made her feel awkward. “Well I’m glad my auntie’s clumsiness didn’t cause you any harm other than a good scare!” she told him with a bright, apologetic smile. “I really am sorry for what happened. She won’t be driving me to school again: trust me.”

There was something about Enrique’s face that tugged at the young woman’s memory. She had a nagging feeling that she had seen him somewhere else before-- and not too long ago, at that. She felt like she had the answer at arm’s reach, but her squirrel brain was still reeling from the almost-accident to make a real effort into putting the pieces together in order to decipher the young man’s identity. And because she didn’t want to embarrass herself even further by asking and being told she was wrong, Gigi chose to keep her thoughts to herself.

Before she could say anything else, what Gigi assumed was the warning bell rang across the school grounds, and she immediately turned her attention back to the boy named Enrique. “I have to go find my guide for this school thing, but I’m sure we’ll see each other around!” she told him, and had almost completely turned around before she added, “It really was a pleasure to meet you, Enrique. Bye!”

With one last little wave, the energetic Giselle nearly skipped towards the decrepit building, leaving a trail of sunshine in her wake.

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Second Horizons

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Rosefell High.

A @Venus & @Melissa Collaboration
Featuring Fiamma Giannulli & Aiden Howard
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The time Fiamma had spent alone in the safety of her vehicle had been anything but boring. After the initial anxiety about the first day had dissipated somewhat, she’d decided to put her time to good use and to retouch her makeup. She had just finished adjusting the sun shield windshield cover when she glanced at her rearview mirror and caught sight of her very own Prince Charming sauntering confidently (then sprinting) in the direction of her Fiat.

It took every fiber in Aiden’s being to not break out into a sprint towards Fiamma’s car that sat across the parking lot. He had to remember that all eyes were on him, especially Marcos’ and Richie’s, so he had to play it cool, calm, and collected as he made his way over. Every slow step that he took pained him, but as soon as he saw his two friends disappear towards the decrepit main building of Rosefell, he booked it the rest of the way to the Fiat.

A very uncharacteristically loud, high-pitched squeal of excitement escaped from Fiamma’s throat and echoed across the small vehicle. Aiden Howard looked every bit as perfect as he always did: with his shaggy blond hair in that sweet spot between groomed and unkempt, his sun-kissed skin glowing after the trip with the boys, and his preppy casual outfit as impeccable as always. The butterflies in Fiamma’s stomach that had been dormant during his absence were now going off in a frenzy, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest. With her hands now shaking for all the right reasons, the redhead moved her belongings from the passenger seat and to the backseat to make space for the young man, while wrestling with the overwhelming urge to get out of the car and jump straight into his muscled arms.

He arrived at the passenger’s side door within seconds and scooted into the seat next to his love. Not wasting another second, Aiden’s hand instinctively found the back of Fiamma’s head and pulled her in towards him, their lips meeting passionately. He smiled into the kiss and let it linger before drawing away and gazing into her eyes. “Hey, baby.” The blonde boy smirked as the two were finally together once again after a long week apart.

It never failed to amuse Fi just how easily Aiden was able to disarm her. It only took one look from his jewel-colored eyes, one kiss from his honey-sweet lips, one phrase with his masculine voice… And she was done. Just like that. Melting into a big old puddle of warm feelings at his feet.

Today wasn’t the exception. The second Aiden’s lips were on hers, the redhead’s racing heart finally settled back to its regular pace, and her body slowly drifted into that blissful sensation of peace her prince charming always brought to her. She allowed herself to get lost in the kiss for as long as he allowed it to, and felt her heartbeat speed up again when he drew away and allowed his eyes to bore into hers. But when he greeted her, Fiamma didn’t bother with a verbal response right away. Instead, she cupped her boyfriend’s face with both of her delicate hands and pulled him back into another deep, passionate kiss.

She would’ve thought that, after five weeks apart when she’d attended that string camp, they’d learned to deal with the time zones and love at a distance. But it was just like the saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder. And the time they were separated had only served to solidify Fiamma’s love for Aiden, while fueling the craving to be between his arms once again.

It was only after the heat on her cheeks became feverish that Fiamma finally pulled away from her boyfriend’s lips. “Hi,” she said breathlessly, her flushed face breaking out into a radiant, beaming smile as she ran her fingers through his blond hair. “God, I’m so glad to see you. I’ve missed you so much.”

Aiden smirked as Fiamma went in for another kiss- hell, he would have taken her right there in the parking lot if the whole student population of both Rosefell and Liberty was not surrounding them. But, he showed an immense amount of restraint and relaxed back into the cushioned seat as he glanced at his girlfriend who was simply glowing. He loved it when she blushed and he loved it even more knowing that it was because of him that pink graced her cheeks.

“I missed you too- The Hamptons were a blast but I sat there most of the time wondering what you were up to. I wish you could’ve been there.” He replied honestly, taking her nimble hand in his and stroking the back of it with his thumb. The blonde boy let his eyes run over his beautiful girlfriend. Over the past eight months he had memorized nearly every feature of her face- every freckle and every curve- but nothing was better than seeing her in person in front of him. But today, something was new, and he tried not to break out into a laugh as he pointed it out.

“Now where’d you get this?” Aiden asked, leaning forward and grasping the diamond cross necklace between his thumb and index finger.

"Oh, that old thing? I stole it from a shady pawn shop during my Vienna trip while my parents distracted the salesman. I think your recklessness is starting to rub off on me, babe," she joked with a small laugh before shaking her head and telling the truth. "It was a gift from my parents. They gave it to me this morning as a 'beginning of senior year gift' or something like that. Said it would be a nice replacement for the lost purity ring…" she explained, smirking suggestively at her boyfriend.

Aiden couldn’t help but laugh at his girlfriend’s attempt to sound a tad bit rebellious- Fiamma didn’t have one bad bone in her body and he knew that all too well… which is what he loved so much about her. The blonde inched closer to the redhead, a devilish smirk curving into his cheek. “Right, right, you know cause you’re still...” He let his lips find their way to her right ear, whispering ever so quietly to finish his sentence “pure.” The boy moved away quickly, relaxing back into the passenger’s seat with a chuckle before she could have the chance to react in a way that was anything but.

A shiver ran down the redhead’s spine at the feeling of his warm breath tickling her ear. Aiden knew exactly how to push her buttons-- which he used to his advantage at times like these. "You are such a tease!" Fiamma whined loudly, playfully shoving her boyfriend’s shoulder. "But I'll get you back-- you just wait for it…” she warned Aiden, glaring at him for a few seconds before she giggled sweetly. “And speaking of getting stuff, would you be the sweetheart I already know you are and get me the baby wipes from the glove compartment? I think I accidentally stained my skirt at breakfast.”

Aiden threw his flustered girlfriend a flirtatious wink as he laughed at her reaction, “Oh I know, and you love it.” He stated all too knowingly, having figured out every trick in the book by now that got Fiamma going. With a sigh at the pivot in discussion, he nodded at the redhead’s request and leaned forward to grab the packet she needed. But as soon as he pulled the handle of the glove compartment, what was revealed was not the baby wipes, but instead a neatly wrapped box with a ribbon bow. Confused, he looked over at his girlfriend. “Did your parents get me a cross necklace too? Come to think of it though, it’d definitely make my blue eyes pop...”

No matter how hard she tried to keep a straight face and give Aiden a scolding look, there was no avoiding the way Fiamma burst out laughing at his comment. It took the better part of a few minutes until the girl finally regained control of herself, wiping off the tears and taking in deep breaths. “Oh God… You know what? They actually did. They also told me to let you know they expect you at church at 9 o’clock sharp this Sunday for your abstinence pledge ceremony. It’s going to be great.”

Aiden’s face paled, “I’m out.” He stated simply before turning to open the car door and make a break for it.

His panicked reaction made Fiamma snicker. “Just open the freaking box, Aiden,” she almost demanded with a smirk, jerking her head towards the box and nearly holding her breath with anticipation.

The blonde hesitated, but after a moment reached into the glove compartment and lifted out the box. He nimbly ripped off the wrapping before lifting up the lid to reveal something that was definitely not a cross. Sitting inside on a small cushion was a handsome leather watch with gold detailing. A surprised expression forming on his face, he glanced over at Fiamma. “And what would this be for?” Aiden asked, not having expected his girlfriend to get him such a nice gift.

“Well, I know how much you like the Rolex your parents got you for your birthday last April. But I also know you don’t like to wear it except on special occasions because you’re afraid of getting it damaged in some way. So when my cousin Mika and I were walking around downtown browsing through the stores and I saw this watch on the window display, I knew immediately I had to get it for you,” Fiamma explained softly while she took the watch out of its box and carefully placed it on Aiden’s wrist. “Now, you have a nice watch to wear for special occasions and a nice watch to wear every day. And since I couldn’t take you to Vienna with me, I thought this was a neat and useful way I could bring a little bit of Vienna to you.”

As he listened to his girlfriend describe the story behind the gift, Aiden couldn’t help but grin widely. It was moments like this where the blonde haired boy felt so fortunate and lucky to be dating someone (even if it was in secret) as compassionate and caring as Fiamma. She didn’t even have to think of him while she was away on vacation or go even so far as to bring him back something, which made the watch all the more special since she kept him in mind. To a boy who always felt like he was second string, that meant the world. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thank you my love. It’s perfect, absolutely perfect.” The boy replied, admiring the watch now sitting on his left wrist, showing it off. “How does it look?”

“It looks just… Perfectly splendid!” the beaming Fiamma declared in a fake British accent, imitating the little girl from one of the Netflix series they had binged together over the summer. Well, tried to at least. There was only so much binging you could do when your attention was constantly being called away from the TV screen by your incredibly attractive and very enthusiastic boyfriend.

Aiden laughed, as that was the only line or real thing he remembered from the show. He had been preoccupied with…. other things. In the back of his mind, he hoped that Richie and Marcos wouldn’t notice that he now was wearing a fancy watch, and prayed that they didn’t ask any questions about it either. Speaking of his two friends, he looked out the window in the direction that they had walked in. “We should probably get going, they’re gonna start wondering.” Aiden stated in a paranoid manner, back in the mindset of keeping things completely secret and hidden after a relaxing summer of just being content in his relationship.

The happiness and excitement that had been present in Fiamma’s face was washed away in an instant as a dark rain cloud settled over her. The summer spent together in complete freedom had been liberating-- a breath of fresh air for a couple so suffocated by their regular routine. But now that Fi had a taste of how things could be if she and Aiden were public, going back to hiding and sneaking around was already proving to be a challenge.

The young woman let out a long, sad sigh. “Do we have to go in?” she genuinely asked, her pink lips puckered up in a sad pout while she looked up at Aiden with the puppy dog eyes that she knew brought him to his knees. “Why can’t we just ditch this whole stupid tour thing? I’m sure we can find our own way around the school. It’s just... I haven’t seen you in a week, and my parents aren’t home, and all I really want to do is spend some time alone with you…” she trailed off, tightly hugging her boyfriend’s muscled left arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

Aiden knew exactly what Fiamma was trying to pull as she threw him the pouty face, and anticipating her doing it until he agreed to whatever her bidding was, he raised an eyebrow back at her and shut it down. “You know we can’t do that, Fi. I bet the guys are already suspicious as it is.” The boy replied, trying to be the responsible one for once. “As much as I’d love to have you all to myself, It’s the first day of school and we really need to be there. I’ve really got to kick it into high gear if I want to get offered athletic scholarships and you know that.” He pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “But both my parents are MIA so we can go to my house after school and spend the whole night together, I promise.”

As much as she hated it, Fiamma knew Aiden was right. This wasn’t the time to act rebellious. Not only was it a terrible idea to attract attention to themselves in that way (with both the faculty and their parents), but it would probably set off unnecessary alarm bells in their friends’ heads. That is, if they weren’t going off already, with the amount of time they’d been in the car… Fi pushed away the thoughts as quickly as they came.

“Ugh… Fine,” the redhead sighed in resignation, snuggling closer to her boyfriend and kissing his cheek. “Guess I’ve already got a ton of homework to do at Niki’s place overnight...” she snickered, making fun of the bogus excuse she always gave to her parents in order to be able to stay at Aiden’s place. If it had worked all throughout the summer, there was no concern that it wouldn’t work now too.

“That’s my girl.” Aiden smiled at Fi, matching her kiss on the cheek by his lips tenderly meeting her forehead. “Just means we have something to look forward to at the end of today.” He winked cheekily before getting his things together and checking his reflection in the mirror in the sun visor. It was hard to focus on going to class when he had a whole night with his girlfriend ahead of him, but he knew he needed to get down to business and fast. Taking a deep breath, he looked back over at the redhead. “You ready, love?” The blonde asked, moving to open the passenger side door.

“Wait!” Fiamma suddenly cried out, reaching out to grab the arm of Aiden’s that was seconds away from opening the vehicle’s door. As soon as his attention was back on her, Fi grabbed him by the jaw, pulled his face towards her and passionately locked her lips with his. She didn’t stop until her lips were hurting.

After she pulled away, the redhead took a second to stabilize her pulse and breathing while admiring the young man beside her. “I love you,” she told Aiden, looking up at him with the sparkling, loved-up doe eyes of a young woman who was nothing but crazy about him.

“I love you too. Now get you ass out of this car before we start fogging up the windows…”

Second Horizons

Note: There is a Mess Hall & Bathhouses. We just didn't think those needed descriptions.
There's also amenities that are strictly meant for summer camp, which are bordered off and/or covered in snow.
Ie. Soccer field, Archery Target Practice, a theater cabin (with costumes), a Pavilion for outdoor eating, the Blob (in the storage shed), etc.
Names are subjected to change depending on the program. For example, the Arts & Crafts area is called Santa's Workshop right now.

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The cabins at Second Horizons are cut and paste, as far as layout goes. The second floor is the dedicated bunking area, with bunk beds lining the walls. The second floor for most cabins have remained identical throughout the years. The ground floors have more variety — the green cabin has more bean bags in the sitting area than chairs, and the pink cabin kitchenette is used more often than almost all the other three combined. The subtle differences from cabin to cabin is what defines the color system of Second Horizons. Please feel free to add your own touches to each cabin, making sure to use your color as inspiration.

One more thing of note, the counselor room is by the front door and has two beds inside of it for the group's 'mums' & 'dads'. They need a place to sleep too! Campers of their cabin are their responsibility 24/7, from the start of the program to the end.

Near the center of the camp, the rec room is the source of entertainment for when it’s ‘too cold’ to go outside during the winter retreat, and ‘too hot’ to go outside during the summer camp. The rec room is kept warm by an open fire place, and houses a collection of classic board games and a TV, with a few video games included. Additionally, the Rec Room has a small kitchen room with an ancient stove (first floor) and a second floor where people can do arts & crafts — there’s no digital options, though.

The center of the camp, in the middle of the four corners of the main cabins, where the bonfire pit is located. During the winter, there is a massive Christmas tree near here, which the campers are welcome to decorate together after the night’s bonfire and s’mores.

During the winter, this lake is frozen solid and used by Second Horizons as both a hockey arena, and an ice skating rink. Attendees can receive lessons provided free of charge by counselors who are sometimes willing and sometimes less so.

This stage is where the campers in summer can convene for movies projected onto the screen behind the stage, or concerts put on by fellow campers. In the winter, attendees can gather around small fire pits for a more intimate experience while watching Christmas and winter themed movies.

Second Horizons houses an indoor heated pool that isn’t in use during the summer. Attendees who adore swimming will find their home here. Additionally, there is a sauna (co-ed, there’s only one), where campers can warm up after a day of playing in the snow.

Hidden away by an hour’s hike — through a trail made by years of use — there’s a small group of hot springs campers have been traveling to for years. Though not officially recognized by Second Horizons staff, this doesn’t stop campers and counselors alike for stealing away for a bit of ‘privacy.’ Just make it back safely, okay?

Second Horizons only has a few slopes that are maintained for skiing: a bunny slope for newer riders, and then a half-pipe for more experienced boarders and skiers. Other than that, you’re on your own if you want to take advantage of the fresh powder that shows up every other morning. That means hiking to the top of the mountain and getting back on your own. Second Horizons affords a lot of freedom to its attendees. Don’t be the one that ruins it for the others.

Typically reserved for summer usage, the Sound & Dance is a building tucked beside the Rec Room. This cabin has a collection of various musical instruments, and a space with an open floor for students to practice their dancing. Though typically closed off during the winter, the camp counselors do have a key — if you’re able to convince them.

The nerve center of the camp, depending on who you ask. This is where the director stays, along with the actual staff — the cook(s), the nurse… Neither children nor counselors are allowed here — and the interior of the Lodge is far more comfortable than the rest of the camp. Second Horizons is built for the Director to relax and make some money while paying 20 somethings peanuts to babysit while he collects the big bucks from the parents. Unfortunately, there were a few legal requirements to making a giant daycare.

Second Horizons

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Mila Fernández (Second Horizons)

^{(FC: Mariah Angeliq; Dialogue: CB0F24)}
♫ Yo nunca voy perdiendo el tiempo
Siempre terminas cuando lo hago lento
Ya me leí hasta el final del cuento
¿Y qué lo qué? Te dejé bien contento ♫
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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

None And I didn’t wanna come this year either…

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Red. ‘Cause that’s the color of the baddies, ya know? And I hope I get it! O tu sabe’ que yo formo un show allí…

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

Yes, absolutely! HELL NO!!! I ain't doin' this 'cause I want to. I'm just doin' it 'cause I need to get the fuck outta Miami for a bit...

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

N/A Ain’t no way I’m telling y’all about my legal issues or whatevah…

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

None, and I would love some! Fuck that, man. I’m a Miami bitch: I don’t do that cold weather shit.

► What are you looking forward to?

Meeting new friends and having a blast! Getting fuckin’ laid and shit.

► What are you not looking forward to?

Being away from my dog and my family :c Though I bet they not mad about gettin’ a break from me.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

The easiest way I would describe myself is as someone who’s loud, proud, confident and unapologetically herself always. I am who I am no matter what-- and if you can’t keep up, don’t let the door hit’cha on the way out, you feel me? My friends will tell ya that I’m always outgoing, always , and someone they can have hella fun with, you know? They know I’m, like, real hasta la muerte, and that I’m loyal: I got their back for life. But they also know I got a little bit of a short, hot temper, and that ain’t got time for no bullshit, ‘kay? So, like, if you come at me with some lies and petty drama or any of that shit and you don’t know when to chill, we might throw hands. And if you a snitch? You’re dead to me. Just ask the last motherfucker who tried me.

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Si tú duras más de cinco, yo te doy un Grammy.
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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

💣 Hair: Dark brown | Straight | Often worn down or in a high Ariana Grande-style ponytail.
💣 Eyes: Green
💣 Height: 5’4”
💣 Body Type: Petite | Slim | Curves in all the right places
💣Clothing Style: Urban Glam | A combination of early 2000’s meets 2019 || Brand Sneakers | Gold Jewelry | Hoop Earrings | Tracksuits | Sweatpants | Tank Tops | Shorts
💣 Tattoos: The word “Loyalty” in cursive letters on her right hand | A black, landscape-oriented cross on behind her right ear. | A lip tattoo of the nickname "Dev".
💣 Piercings: Four on each earlobe, three of them decorated with diamond studs while the first ones are often occupied by hoop earrings.
💣 Etc: Has long, ballerina-shaped acrylic nails.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Two large suitcases (one for clothes, one for shoes), one large overnight bag for her makeup + personal care items + phone + airpods + chargers, her vape mod with a selection of different flavor juices to keep things interesting. I really wanted to bring my Glock (‘cause you never know these days), but the last thing I need right now is for fuckin’ TSA to be all up on my grill, so I had to leave that shit at home.

► Quirks:

💣 A cloud of cherry-&-pot scented smoke surrounds them most of the time, because she’s always vaping.
💣 Has a bad case of Resting Bitch Face.
💣Slips between English and Spanish when talking, and does so with a heavy Miami accent.

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ The Beach
✔ Urban Latin Music
✔ Underground Street Racing
✖ Cold Weather
✖ Authority
✖ Cops (with a special hate boner for the Miami-Dade PD) ‘Cause fuck them undercovers.

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Frena, 305: la princesa de Miami.
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► Brief history:

From the moment Camila Fernández had gotten her hands on the keys of her Lancer on her sixteenth birthday, the young woman had taken to the streets the countless hours spent on the track with her mother April and grandfather Jamie (a retired Formula 1 racer). Sometimes, she’d do it for the money. But the rest of the times? It was to simply relish in the rush of adrenaline she got when speeding down the streets of South Beach, bask in the satisfaction of beating her opponent, and glow with pride at her every victory. At age nineteen, La Diabla’s name had become a staple of the underground street racing community of South Florida. She was a rising star, a little champion-- and she was thriving in her fast-paced lifestyle.

Enter Devon Williams: the fellow racer who stole Mila’s heart the second he laid eyes on her the night of their first race against each other. For six beautiful months, the two had shared a relationship filled with adrenaline, excitement, and plenty of affection. Devon was everything she’d wanted in a guy: smart, charming, funny, with an easygoing attitude and her same devotion for living life to the fullest. Most importantly: he loved her just as madly and deeply as she did him. And for the first time ever, Camila was certain that she had finally found the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

And then the sting happened.

A raid during one of the races revealed an unexpected, hard truth to swallow. Turns out that Devon Williams was actually Detective Leone Deveraux: an undercover agent assigned to infiltrate the underground street racing scene. He’d not only fooled their entire community, but had also taken advantage of Mila and their relationship to gather the information that was constantly being sent back to the authorities. Naturally, upon hearing the news, Camila lost it. She ran away from her safe hiding spot behind some bushes and lunged at the man in front of a multitude of his fellow cops, earning herself an arrest for disorderly conduct, assaulting a police officer, and resisting arrest. Although she was booked and processed and spent the night in jail, Leone had no intentions of pursuing the case, and thus the charges were consequently dropped. But because the leftover heat of the sting operation was still hot on her heels, the young woman decided it was best to leave Miami for a while.

Maybe distance would help her forget the name and face of the man who had so cruelly broken her heart.

► Extra information:

💣 Currently lives with her parents in Pinecrest, an upscale suburb of Miami, FL.
💣 Drives a 2015 Mitsubishi Lancer Evo X.
💣 Has a gray French Bulldog named Odin.
💣 Has an active social media presence under the handle @LaDiabla305, where you can find an assortment of sizzling hot selfies, hangout reels and Miami underground street racing content.
💣 Is often seen hanging out with her best friend Edwin Santana, who was the one who suggested she attend camp in the first place.
💣 Will randomly break into song or start twerking if a song she likes comes on.
💣 Needs to have music blasting in order to concentrate on tasks at hand, whether it’s over speakers or a single earphone.
💣 Because the age cap for camp was eighteen, Mila lied on the application in order to get accepted.

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

PS: When reading the sheet, the parts that are strikethroughed are the commentary words she’s saying as she fills out the application. They’re not on the document itself.

Happy reading!

Mila Fernández

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^{(FC: Mariah Angeliq; Dialogue: CB0F24)}
♫ Yo nunca voy perdiendo el tiempo
Siempre terminas cuando lo hago lento
Ya me leí hasta el final del cuento
¿Y qué lo qué? Te dejé bien contento ♫
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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

None And I didn’t wanna come this year either…

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Red. ‘Cause that’s the color of the baddies, ya know? And I hope I get it! O tu sabe’ que yo formo un show allí…

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

Yes, absolutely! HELL NO!!! I ain't doin' this 'cause I want to. I'm just doin' it 'cause I need to get the fuck outta Miami for a bit...

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

N/A Ain’t no way I’m telling y’all about my legal issues or whatevah…

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

None, and I would love some! Fuck that, man. I’m a Miami bitch: I don’t do that cold weather shit.

► What are you looking forward to?

Meeting new friends and having a blast! Getting fuckin’ laid and shit.

► What are you not looking forward to?

Being away from my dog and my family :c Though I bet they not mad about gettin’ a break from me.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

The easiest way I would describe myself is as someone who’s loud, proud, confident and unapologetically herself always. I am who I am no matter what-- and if you can’t keep up, don’t let the door hit’cha on the way out, you feel me? My friends will tell ya that I’m always outgoing, always , and someone they can have hella fun with, you know? They know I’m, like, real hasta la muerte, and that I’m loyal: I got their back for life. But they also know I got a little bit of a short, hot temper, and that ain’t got time for no bullshit, ‘kay? So, like, if you come at me with some lies and petty drama or any of that shit and you don’t know when to chill, we might throw hands. And if you a snitch? You’re dead to me. Just ask the last motherfucker who tried me.

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Si tú duras más de cinco, yo te doy un Grammy.
____________________________________________________________
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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

💣 Hair: Dark brown | Straight | Often worn down or in a high Ariana Grande-style ponytail.
💣 Eyes: Green
💣 Height: 5’4”
💣 Body Type: Petite | Slim | Curves in all the right places
💣Clothing Style: Urban Glam | A combination of early 2000’s meets 2019 || Brand Sneakers | Gold Jewelry | Hoop Earrings | Tracksuits | Sweatpants | Tank Tops | Shorts
💣 Tattoos: The word “Loyalty” in cursive letters on her right hand | A black, landscape-oriented cross on behind her right ear
💣 Piercings: Four on each earlobe, three of them decorated with diamond studs while the first ones are often occupied by hoop earrings.
💣 Etc: Has long, ballerina-shaped acrylic nails.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Two large suitcases (one for clothes, one for shoes), one large overnight bag for her makeup + personal care items + phone + airpods + chargers, her vape mod with a selection of different flavor juices to keep things interesting. I really wanted to bring my Glock (‘cause you never know these days), but the last thing I need right now is for fuckin’ TSA to be all up on my grill, so I had to leave that shit at home.

► Quirks:

💣 A cloud of cherry-&-pot scented smoke surrounds them most of the time, because she’s always vaping.
💣 Has a bad case of Resting Bitch Face.
💣Slips between English and Spanish when talking, and does so with a heavy Miami accent.

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ The Beach
✔ Urban Latin Music
✔ Underground Street Racing
✖ Cold Weather
✖ Authority
✖ Cops (with a special hate boner for the Miami-Dade PD) ‘Cause fuck them undercovers.

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Frena, 305: la princesa de Miami.
____________________________________________________________
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► Brief history:

From the moment Camila Fernández had gotten her hands on the keys of her Lancer on her sixteenth birthday, the young woman had taken to the streets the countless hours spent on the track with her mother April and grandfather Jamie (a retired Formula 1 racer). Sometimes, she’d do it for the money. But the rest of the times? It was to simply relish in the rush of adrenaline she got when speeding down the streets of South Beach, bask in the satisfaction of beating her opponent, and glow with pride at her every victory. At age nineteen, La Diabla’s name had become a staple of the underground street racing community of South Florida. She was a rising star, a little champion-- and she was thriving in her fast-paced lifestyle.

Enter Devon Williams: the fellow racer who stole Mila’s heart the second he laid eyes on her the night of their first race against each other. For six beautiful months, the two had. Devon was everything she’d wanted in a guy: smart, charming, funny, with an easygoing attitude and her same devotion for living life to the fullest. Most importantly: he loved her just as madly and deeply as she did him. And for the first time ever, Camila was certain that she had finally found the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

And then the sting happened.

A raid during one of the races revealed an unexpected, hard truth to swallow. Turns out that Devon Williams was actually Detective Leone Deveraux: an undercover agent assigned to infiltrate the underground street racing scene. He’d not only fooled their entire community, but had also taken advantage of Mila and their relationship to gather the information that was constantly being sent back to the authorities. Naturally, upon hearing the news, Camila lost it. She ran away from her safe hiding spot behind some bushes and lunged at the man in front of a multitude of his fellow cops, earning herself an arrest for disorderly conduct, assaulting a police officer, and resisting arrest. Although she was booked and processed and spent the night in jail, Leone had no intentions of pursuing the case, and thus the charges were consequently dropped. But because the leftover heat of the sting operation was still hot on her heels, the young woman decided it was best to leave Miami for a while.

Maybe distance would help her forget the name and face of the man who had so cruelly broken her heart.

► Extra information:

💣 Currently lives with her parents in Pinecrest, an upscale suburb of Miami, FL.
💣 Drives a 2015 Mitsubishi Lancer Evo X.
💣 Has a gray French Bulldog named Odin.
💣 Has an active social media presence under the handle @LaDiabla305, where you can find an assortment of sizzling hot selfies, hangout reels and Miami underground street racing content.
💣 Is often seen hanging out with her best friend Edwin Santana, who was the one who suggested she attend camp in the first place.
💣 Will randomly break into song or start twerking if a song she likes comes on.
💣 Needs to have music blasting in order to concentrate on tasks at hand, whether it’s over speakers or a single earphone.
💣 Because the age cap for camp was eighteen, Mila lied on the application in order to get accepted.