Camp Rikkitaki ~ IC
Finally, after hours of driving, Beth and her aunt and uncle arrived at the camp, her uncle deftly turning the van into the gravel parking lot across from the archway that marked the entrance of the camp and coming to a stop before they got out and stretched their legs. A few minutes later, they were walking underneath the arch into the camp proper, heading towards the administrative building a few yards in and on their right to check in. There was some additional paperwork that her aunt and uncle needed to fill out before everything was said and done, allowing Beth a few more minutes to look over the camp, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, before she would be heading to the cabin where she would be staying for the next three months. It was kind of nerve-wracking to be honest, though she was excited for the opportunity.
Her uncle suddenly grabbing her under the arms and throwing her into the air caused her to squeal in surprise before she realized what was going on, landing in his arms giggling. No matter how often he did that, she never saw it coming, which was part of what made it funny. Beth hugged him tightly around the neck, feeling his scruffy beard tickle her cheek before he handed her off to her aunt so that she could have a hug as well. "We'll be back to pick you up at the end of summer, kiddo," her uncle said, patting her on the head despite the hat she was wearing. "Try not to fry anything while we're gone. Organic or otherwise." With that, an assistant motioned for Beth to follow her, which she did without fuss, trying her hardest to keep from crying as her aunt and uncle waved until she was over the slight hill and they disappeared from sight.
"Your cabin is right up here, so feel free to head in, claim your bunk, and unpack your stuff," the assistant, a young-looking woman, said, opening the door for her. "We'll be meeting at the firepit by the lake in order for everyone to get to know each other at three-ish. Don't worry about not knowing where that is; I'll be around to take you guys there." With that, she left, leaving Beth to her own devices. Turning to examine the interior of the log cabin a bit more fully, she realized that it was quite spacious. The ceiling fans that provided light to the room also kept a nice breeze going, especially now that the door was open, and made the interior walls shine. All in all, it was a pretty nice place to be camping at.
Wasting no more time, Beth walked over to one of the beds and threw her bag onto it, claiming it as hers. Then she opened the dresser, unzipped the bag, and began packing her stuff away. While she normally would have just kept her changing supplies in her bag, she figured that it wouldn't be fair to her roommates to keep something like that a secret, and so she packed it away like she did the rest of her clothes. She certainly wasn't planning on telling anyone right off the bat, but she wouldn't try to keep it hidden either. Hopefully, they wouldn't care as much if she didn't seem to care, which was advice that her aunt had given her right after the accident, though she was still rather doubtful. In short, Beth packed away everything but what she was already wearing: a turqouise t-shirt with sequins over the chest, a pair of lime green knit shorts, her mint green bucket hat, and her black and pink Heelys. Once everything was taken care of, Beth figured that she would wait until some others showed up before potentially exploring the camp, pulling out her handheld gaming system, with the rubber case of course, to pass the time.
Trigan sighed when she reached the arch marking the entrance to camp, the small hand in hers gripping tighter in anxiety. She tightened her grip as well and looked down to Trauan, who was holding her violin in a tight grip with his other hand. "Ready, True?" she asked, walking in with him after he nodded. They walked up to the administrative desk and she signed them both in, nodding her head in the slightest bit to those who welcomed the two of them back. She held the small bag -that held the little clothes that both of them owned- in one hand while continuing to hold Trauan's with her other as they walked towards her cabin. Trauan began tightening his grip again and Trigan stopped to kneel down next to him. "Hey, we don't have to separate until tonight, okay? Calm down." She whispered, poking his cheek lightly and eliciting a grin on his face. She stood back up, and she decided to walk him to his cabing first, so that they could drop off his little belongings into his drawer.
They entered to find that they were the first one in the boy's cabin, like every year, and Trauan ran to pick a bed, choosing one right at the end of the row on the right side. She let a small smile grace her face when he jumped on and looked to her expectantly. She held up her hands and walked over, sitting on the edge and pulling out a small, dark blue blanket; the one she'd found him in when he was less than a year old. He gripped it tight and hugged her, and she tried not to wince. She'd gotten attacked by some mundanes the other day, and made Tel and Emp promise to keep Trauan from knowing. It seems his two other Minds have done their job. She tried her best to shift so he was no longer pressing against the bruised half of her stomach.
"Alright, now let's get me moved in." She murmured, kissing him on the head and getting up slowly. He followed after her, swinging her violin case slightly, to remind her that he had it. She nodded in acknowledgement and they walked the rest of the way to the girl's cabin in silence. Upon entering, she tilted her head when she heard little beeps and blips. She and Trauan looked over as she put her things away to see a small girl playing a hand-held game on another bunk. She looked down when Trauan hid behind her and couldn't help but frown. Trauan on his own barely talks. When he's in the Mind of Tel, he uses telepathy. The only time she's truly heard him speak more than a few words at once was when Emp becomes the Dominant Mind. Right now all he was doing to express the emotions -that come so easily to Emp- was cowering behind her.
Trigan's alway worried about True's development. With Divided Mind, it seems he doesn't move forward as Trauan, but Emp and Tel are mature passed the years of an eight year old. Trauan still seems to be round six in mentality, and it was starting to worry her more with every passing day. She wondered how he would have functioned if she hadn't been able to get away from those mundanes when they'd jumped her. Would Emp or Tel have taken over until they could find someone else to fill the hole? Trigan shook her head to get rid of the thoughts, but it was too late; looking up to her with sharp, gold eyes, was Tel, and the disapproval in his eyes made her flinch.
'You think very little of me and Emp.' He spoke, a hint of disappointment in his tone as it echoed through her mind.
'It's not that, it's jus-'
'I understand. But do not worry, we will always take care of Trauan.' He continued, and she released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. 'But we would also, always, search for you.' He added, and Trigan gave him a shaky smile. He blinked, and shook his head until he stared back up to her, Trauan once again the Dominant Mind.
"Let's go to the music cabin." She whispered. He nodded excitedly and began dragging her towards the door-violin in hand-, out across the center-court and into the music room. He sat down in one of the chairs lining the walls and she pulled her violin. She closed her eyes and began playing Chaconne, by Vitali. Trauan closed his eyes and stilled, letting the music flow over him as it filtered through the music cabin and out the door.
Before them the arch announcing that those who passed underneath it would enter the camp came into sight, like a gateway to a new world. Rhiannon pressed her face up against the glass of the taxi window, taking in the sights with an awe-struck expression on her face. In the back of the vehicle with her was Julius, a boy four years older than herself. He smiled at her childish attitude and looked out of the window on his side, surveying the camp. They had heard of the camp a while back from his counselor and had immediately decided to go. As the cabins appeared in the distance Julius carefully placed a bookmark in the tome on his lap before closing it and sliding it into a rucksack on the floor between his feet.
"Here we go guys. That'll be..." The taxi driver read off of the meter on his dashboard before turning around. Julius listened to the figure and picked out the notes from his wallet before stretching out his hand to give them to the driver. He hesitated for a moment and that brief pause broke his concentration and he handed the money to Rhiannon, his shoulders slumping as a small wave of depression washed over him. The girl gave the money to the driver and thanked him before two got out of the vehicle. Their luggage was in the boot but the driver, thankfully, was able to pop it from his seat so they could unload without interacting. Rhiannon thanked the man again before he drove off, wishing them a good stay.
"Come on Julius, let's find someone in charge." The small Welsh girl spoke in her sing-song voice which rolled up and down like the valleys and hills of her far off home country. The boy nodded and led the way to a building which looked to be fairly central in the layout of the camp. After entering they were greeted by a receptionist who asked their names. Rhiannon answered for them and they signed some paperwork to say that they had arrived. A pair of helpers appeared to guide them to their lodges and the two split up.
Unfortunately for Julius his guide was a very chatty personality. He tried to interact with her but every time he tried to speak the words stuck in his throat and he felt himself drawing further inside himself, offering a mere few answers to the guide's questions and remarks. Finally they arrived at the cabin and Julius tried to thank the guide but again found himself unable to speak the words so instead he smiled and bowed very slightly to show his gratitude; small actions seemed to be easier than speaking for interacting so he had followed his counselor's advice to try and supplement his attempts at speech with this form of communication so as to bolster his morale.
Julius sat down on a bed and put his few belongings on it. Part of him wanted to stay and wait for others to show up but he knew his failure to communicate properly with them would only depress him so he headed out to explore the surrounding area, escaping from society to where his inability to interact with other people properly would not bring him down.
Meanwhile Rhiannon had entered her cabin to find another girl in there. She put her things on a bed before approaching the other girl.
"Bora dar." The girl looked confused, which was understandable. "Sorry, it means 'good morning' in Welsh. I'm Rhiannon, Rhiannon Jones. What's your name?"
"Just let me out here... I don't need you to hold my hand through the gates." The voice, though it belonged to the blue-eyed teen slumped in the passenger seat, was surprisingly deep and nearly impassive. The tone, though familiar, made Akihito sigh as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. For a moment, the two sat quietly, the low song of the radio the only sound hanging in the air. The younger man seemed to shrink away further, pulling his over-sized sweatshirt tighter about himself as the shadows under the dash seemed to wrap about his legs.
"Hiro, I know you aren't exactly comfortable with this, but there is no need to be so bitter. You did agree to go, after all. I am not forcing you." Hito finally said, accented voice seeming quite loud as it broke the tense silence.
"Not be bitter? Yea right... this place is going to be like any other. Just wait and see, I'll be black and blue when you come to pick me up." The pale teen nearly spat, shifting his gaze to the older man to give him a disenchanted glance. His knuckles were still red from the last time he was jumped by the creeps from his class, and his mind was concrete on the idea that this camp would be no different- his peers would be vicious and the adults would hardly care. His powers were dark, evil, thus he was less entitled to be treated like a bright prodigy as the rest of them are.
"Not if you would just walk away from those fights. You make it worse by hitting back." Hito responded, voice firm even though he was honestly worried for the boy, who responded by merely glaring out the window at the trees. Akihito sighed again and leaned back in his seat. "You know, sometimes I think you want to get in these fights... Brawling won't help you, you know that right?"
Hiro gave a scoff. "Maybe it does."
Hito closed his eyes and let out a slow breath, letting "Paint it Black" fill the air once more as he considered turning the car around. After a moment or two, he turned back to his nephew, frustrated as usual. "Damn it, Hiro, if you are so convinced this is going to be a horrible experience, why are you going?"
Hiro's pensive expression didn't change, and he didn't speak. Instead he opened the door and stepped out, then flipped down the seat to snatch up his bags and guitar. Without looking at Hito, he shouldered the messenger bag and instrument, the shut the door and started off down the road towards the camp, leaving Hito to futilely call out to him. The stubborn teen did feel bitter and angry about going to the camp, but it really was his choice. He did not have high hopes, especially after the heartbreak the "special" school was for him, but deep down, he was always looking for the one place that was different. A place where he wasn't the freak, the feared "dark side" kid, or the letdown who has no future. Thinking about it made him roll his eyes, though. He was sounding like one of those inspirational romance movies. Ugh.
"I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes- I have to turn my head until my darkness goes!" The beat up, rusty pickup flew down the road, kicking up dust as it rumbled and whined; sounds ignored by the mother and daughter who sang aloud with the radio, grinning and laughing. With the sun on the earth, summer wind freshening the air, and good music filling their ears, life was good. Smiling still, Fern reached to turn down the music.
"Hey, butterfly, I wanted to say a few things before you head off to camp." She said, taking her eyes off the road to meet her daughter's identical ones.
"If this is about sticky fingers, I promise I won't gank anything from this place." Ash said, raising her hands in a gesture of sincerity. Fern gave another full laugh before retorting.
"Sure as hell you won't. If I find anything suspicious in those bags, you will be marching straight back here to return it."
"Marching? It's a bit far, don'cha thi..." She cut off, head tilting as she turned to watch a dark figure along the side of the road grow as they approached it. "Hey, is that guy walking? Ma, pull over." She said, waving her hand to the tanned woman as she stuck her head halfway out the window. He seemed small, with a two bags and a guitar all hanging off his shoulders. The camp was still miles away... was he seriously just walking to it? There wasn't anything else up this road, so that had to be his destination.
"Is he hitching, maybe?" Fern asked as she slowed the vehicle down, brows knitting.
"Dunno. Only one way to find out." Ash said as she leaned out the window further. "Hey, goth kid!" she called out. The boy froze, then turned to look at the dingy blue pickup, obviously having heard the brown-skinned girl despite his headphones. "You hitchin' out here?" She asked as the truck came to a stop next to him. His misty eyes quickly changed from surprise to suspicion and he shoved his hand into his pocket before replying.
"No... just walking." Hiro said, low voice cautious, but relatively emotionless. Ash just blinked for a moment, curious, but confused by the odd young man. There was something off about him, something that did not sit right with her. Then again, they were headed towards superman boot camp, he had to have a power of some sort too, and she doubted it was just being creepy.
"You're headed up to the camp, right? It's still like, five miles off. " She said, leaning on the door of the flatbed as she looked him up an down. "You'd be nuts to hike that unprepared and in all black." She said, glancing back to her mother. Fern just gave a shrug, letting her more outgoing daughter handle the situations.
"I will be fine." He said, keeping his words and tone short. Ash let out an exaggerated sigh and half rolled her eyes.
"Alright, your choice. I'm sure the buzzards will thank you for your donation to their diet." She said as she leaned back into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
That comment made Hiro pause and glance up. Even squinting in the bright light, he could make out the dark shapes in the turquoise sky. Maybe she was right... he could easily walk five miles, but he had no water... this had sounded like a good idea at first, but half baked plans and all that. Looking back to the cheeky girl and the mother she seemed to be a carbon copy of, he realized it really was the best option. After another moment, he let go of his pocket knife and pulled his sweatshirt tighter over his shoulders. "I'm not sharing life stories." he said, still eying them with caution.
As if she knew the pale teen would agree, Ash gave a bright smile and gestured to the bed of the truck with her thumb."No one is asking ya to. Hop in back. It won't take us long to get there."
Hiro gave a slight nod and complied, stepping on the wheel-well and hoisting himself over the wall of the bed, where he crouched and leaned against the hard metal side. When they arrived at the camp, he quickly jumped out and moved away from the women, who exchanged hugs and a few tender words before a camp employee came to greet them. It did not take long after that for them to have their ears talked off over the camp's goals and attributes and for them to be shown to their cabins. The two hardly shared another glance before they split.
Hiro was grateful to find the boy's dorm to be quiet, and quickly picked a bed close to the wall, where he would hopefully be further from the others. He glanced to the single dresser and gave an unamused huff. No way he was putting his stuff in there, where any of the other kids could mess with it. He tucked his bags under his bed, then sat down onto it. It wasn't too uncomfortable, though sleeping in here without privacy would be a challenge. A challenge he put himself to... why, again? Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. Sighing, he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and pulled it into his lap, setting up to play. Once he did, the soft, warm sounds echoed around the room, a soulful song filling the air.
Ash, on the other hand, was happy to find two other girls in the female's cabin. Pushing the door open, she gave a wide grin and let her single bag slide off her shoulder. Her bright eyes switched from one to the other, drinking in the little details of appearance and presentation. She then gave the room a quick once over and casually tossed her bag onto the nearest unclaimed bed. "Hey there, I'm Ash. Who are you two?" She said as she placed a hand on her hip, obviously not caring if she had interrupted anything. Now that she was here, she was kind of excited, and more than a little curious as to what kind of powers everyone had. She really had not had much experience with other Quirks before, and now she had her chance to find out everything she could about them.
Bryony took a deep breath as they passed a sign showing that the camp was only a little ways ahead. The little turquoise sedan that her grandmother was driving bounced along the road, the radio starting to fritz out as they left the range of that particular station.
"How you doing, Princess?" The elder woman's voice was kind with a hint of laughter always hidden in it. She glanced from the road to her granddaughter in the seat next to her, sketchpad open to a page full of doodles. Her curly dyed-blonde hair bounced as they hit another rut.
"I'm okay. A little nervous is all," Bryony said, fingers fiddling with a pencil. Her chestnut hair was tied back today, the low ponytail tucked against the seat. Her jeans were well-worn, and the tank top she had on was plain brown.
"You'll be fine. I'm sure there are plenty of other kids here for you to get along with. Just don't go chasing any boys into the woods!" A laugh came at the end of the comment, fine wrinkles in Grandma's face becoming more defines as she did. One hand let goo of the wheel to pat Bry's knee as both of them smiled. "I slipped envelopes and stamps into one of the pockets of your bag, so you can write to me about whats going on."
"Thanks, and I'm not interested in anyone," Bry said, looking up ahead to see the arch coming into view. She closed the sketchbook, tucking the pencil into the binding as they pulled up. The radio died as the car was turned off, and the two stepped out to survey their surroundings and stretch. She pulled the back door open, flipping her bag over her shoulder and tucking her blanket and pillow under one arm. There were butterflies in her stomach now, doing flips. Part of her wanted to climb back into the car. "It's okay, we can do this," she whispered under her breath, forcing herself forward. She didn't know anyone here, and had never been away from home for more than a week at a time! This was going to last for three months... She shook the thoughts aside and jogged forward to catch up with her grandmother, who was already signing her into the camp. No going back now. "Thanks for taking me, Grandma."
The elder woman's smile grew as she hugged Bry. "Like I said, you'll be fine. If anything happens, you can call me, and I'll come get you." She patted the teen's shoulders, then headed back for the car. Bry took another deep breath as she watched her, then followed the assistant to her dorm.
Opening the door, it looked like Bry wasn't the first to show up. Three other girls were already there, and it looked like a fourth bunk was already claimed. Not being the first made her feel relieved, and she watched the three still in here as she claimed a bed at the far end of the room. One playing a game, the other two looked like they were trying to talk. Bry started unpacking, waiting for one of them to interact with her rather than try to start a conversation on her own.
((Missed a character, oops))
Shortly after beginning her game, Beth had felt the magnetic flux caused by the human body in the doorway, though there was no one there when she turned around. Figuring that the individual was just shy, Beth went back to her game, sticking her tongue out slightly as she concentrated on getting her character to the goal. A few minutes after that, she was aware of another presence in the doorway. This time, she didn't turn around, instead focusing on her game with the expectation that they would turn away again. She was a bit surprised when she felt them move into the room, though she figured that, should they wish to speak with her, they could say something to her first. It wasn't that she was being stuck-up; she just didn't want to push herself on anyone at the camp. So, yes, she was a little surprised when the other girl spoke to her, her confusion only increased at hearing another language. Fortunately, the girl seemed to realize that she hadn't spoken English, quickly clarifying for Beth's sake.
"It's okay. Kind of interesting too," Beth said, closing her game so that she wouldn't appear rude. "My name is Elizabeth, but you can call me Beth. It's a pleasure to meet you." Sensing the fluctuation in the magnetic field of the earth that signified another person, Beth looked to the doorway as another girl, this one with a darker complexion and brown hair as opposed to Rhiannon bright red hair and paler complexion. The new girl tossed her bags onto one of the open beds before continuing to join in the conversation. "It's nice to meet you, Ash. I'm Beth." Honestly, Beth was feeling kind of good about everything so far, a small smile alighting on her face because of her good mood. So far, not one person had commented on her size. That was definitely a plus, though she still expected the question to come up sooner or later.
Beth didn't have much time to dwell on the issue, however, as another person came up to the girls dorm and stepped inside. She was of a similar complexion to Rhiannon and Beth, though with brown hair and eyes. Beth watched her silently as she claimed a bed further in the room, wondering if she was the one that had left earlier. She certainly seemed shy enough. Not wanting to push herself onto the new arrival, Beth kept silent, figuring that she would speak up or that Ash and/or Rhiannon would drag her into the conversation momentarily.
After playing a few more melodies, Trigan set her violin away, holding her hand out for Trauan, but sighed instead when gold eyes stared at her once more. Emp sat on the chair and swung his legs rhythmically as he looked her up and down. "You know, it would be better to actually speak about your feelings and worries, instead of only expressing them through musical instruments." he mused, tilting his head and giving her a sad smile. "Just a suggestion." Trigan huffed, exasperation clear on her face.
"Well, who would I share anything with. I'm definitely not going to dump any of that on True. And whether you like it or not, you are only eight, even if you don't act so. I'm not dumping anything on you or Tel, either." She argued back, gripping her violin case tight. Emp sighed.
"I suppose. But what about writing it down?" He tried in a last ditch attempt as they walked into the boys cabin, where a boy, maybe a year or two older than Trigan, was playing the guitar. When worry assaulted his senses, he gave her a worried look in return. "Trigan?" She looked down to him.
"Erm..I, uh...I don't know...how to write...Or read for that matter..." She stuttered walking over to Trauan's bed- which was right across from the guitar boy's- with Emp, and sitting down. Emp looked genuinely shocked. "Don't look at me like that. Why do you think I never offered to teach True." She huffed quietly. He paused, tilting his head again. Now that he thought back, it made sense. They'd never really needed to write anything, given how they lived.
"But...you lived in a house for half your life, didn't you? How'd you not learn then?" he asked in genuine curiosity. She flinched. She'd never much explained to any of the Minds what had happened in her first eight years. Emp, feeling the pain and anger rolling off her body in waves, shook his head and gave her a small smile. "Never mind, it's not important." he assured her, and she gave him a weak smile in return.
"C'mon, grab Trauan's hoodie and put him back in control, we could go for a hike in the woods like we did last year." She told him, and Emp nodded. The balck hoodie was tattered and patched with pale green fabric, but it was the best they had in the way of jackets. Emp blinked until the gold in his eyes faded, and once again returned to blue, indicating Trauan as the Dominant Mind. They began walking out the door and Trigan paused, turning to the guitar boy. "Do...do you want to go on a hike?" She asked meekly, not looking the boy in the eye.
"I'm Rhiannon, nice to meet you Ash." The Welsh girl responded in her sing-song voice. A fourth girl had entered the room but she had decided not to intrude on their conversation for now. "If I ever say anything you don't understand it might be in Welsh, sometimes I accidentally switch back although I've not been home for some time. Maybe I'm just home sick?" She laughed before glancing out of the door, concerned for how Julius was. Without her ability he found it very hard to interact with people normally although he had gotten better; now he just had difficulty talking to them, as if he had a severe speech impediment.
"Oh, I don't know if anyone's seen him but there's a blonde boy around here, a bit older than me. If he doesn't talk to you he's not being rude, he has trouble speaking and gets embarrassed by it. There are reasons for that though..." She trailed off, realising she was probably preparing the ground for people to pity Julius, something he had always disliked. "I guess everyone here will have some personality quirks as well..." She excused herself from the two girls and approached the other who had entered.
"Hi there, I'm Rhiannon. What's your name?"
Julius returned to the boy's cabin from his walk feeling a little better about himself, having gone over the incident in the taxi and decided that the driver had probably not judged him too harshly for his actions. He feared being rude, as people wouldn't understand his situation at first glance, but he also feared people pitying him once they did find out. Once reaching the cabin he saw that others had arrived, a girl and a younger boy standing in the doorway.
Stopping, he considered his options. Part of him wanted to flee before they noticed him but he knew that wouldn't make a good impression. Instead he forced himself to walk towards he cabin, digging inside the pocket of his waistcoat and bringing out a notepad and a fountain pain. Quickly scrabbling a note he reversed the paper so that the others could read his note. Catching their attention he held up the pad and tried to smile but he knew he looked a little scared.
His note read:
"Hello there. I'm sorry I'm interacting in this manner but I find it very hard to speak to people, please don't think me rude. My name is Julius and I'm here with a friend, Rhiannon. What are your names?"
Crystal loved traveling by car, especially when she could play on her guitar on the backseat. Jack was already used to hearing Crystal, and in fact, it was a great escape from the non-stop radio publicity, plus, as a bonus, he could evaluate her improvements. She was good, really good, but still not perfect. Well, Jack knew that she would improve on her flaws, all it took was time. Crystal however, wasn't worried about being the best guitarist of all time. All she cared about was make music with her own hands. Jack didn't spoke at all during the journey to Camp Rikkitaki. Crystal however, couldn't stop singing with her eyes closed. From Linkin Park to Adele, every time she finished one song, she just moved on to the next. She didn't even realize that the car soon came to a stop. She was too immersed on her music. Jack was also already accustomed to having to 'wake up' Crystal, but he waited for her to finish singing before doing so.
"Crystal, we've arrived."
Crystal opened her eyes and looked at the archway that was the entrance to the Camp. It didn't look like something special. This camp was supposed to be for those with powers like hers, but it just seemed... normal. At least that's what Crystal thought. She had actually never seen anyone else with powers like her, and that made her slightly nervous. Either way, she was sure that she could make at least one friend here. She packed up her guitar and grabbed her backpack before leaving the car. Jack was already near the archway and Crystal approached him. "Ready to go in Crystal?" Said Jack, and Crystal simply nodded. Both of them went straight for the administrative offices to sign up, and, once done, Jack gave her a quick kiss at the archway.
"You have everything right? I brought an extra blanket on the car. Think you'll need it?" Crystal laughed. "Come on Jack, we both survived that really cold winter with nothing but a jacket and a small brazer. I think I'll be fine. Come on. Just get out of here." Jack smiled and did as she said and Crystal waved him good bye while speaking softly just to herself. "Good bye... dad" Sure he wasn't really her dad, but he was the closest to a father that she had, and that was all good for her. After waiting for a while, with her backpack on her back and her guitar on her right hand, she just made her way to the girl's dorm. Before arriving though, she made a quick detour to a bathroom, transformed herself in to a 10 year old girl, and changed her clothing there to fit this new form. She made sure to always have some clothes that could fit her favorite form nearby. She knew that she could probably make her own clothes with her power, but she just couldn't do it yet. Still, on her favorite form, she finally reached the girl's dorm. She entered and noticed that there were already some girls there, and Crystal made sure to have a smile on her face while introducing herself. "Hello. I'm Crystal." She said to the girls, but quickly opened a small pouch on her backpack and removed her lighter and a pack of cigarettes from there. "I'm going out for a smoke. If anyone wants to accompany me, feel free to do so." And with that, she left the girl's dorm and leaned against the wall, lighting her cigarette and slowly smoking while thinking about what adventures awaited her.
Hiro froze as a rather enchanting, but thin girl with long gloves and a small, frail-looking boy walked into the cabin. His fingers stilled the strings of his guitar and he watched them in silence as they talked, walking closer to him. He felt himself shrink back some as they sat down on a bed near him, but he was vaguely intrigued by what they were talking about. The girl's first sentence was that she did not know how to write- an oddity seeing as she couldn't have been much younger than him. The boy, whom Hiro now noticed had gold eyes, responded, his words shedding some light on the situation. In a house... he almost made it sound enviable.
Dark eyes swept over their frames again. They were thin, their clothing was ill-fitting and kind of dirty... were these two homeless? Hiro had heard horror stories from his teachers and uncle of Quirks with no place to go, but if that was the case, how were they here? Didn't it, you know, cost money to attend a camp? Watching them a bit more cautiously, he gripped the neck of his guitar as the girl clearly flinched and they shied away from the conversation. It was then made apparent that they were getting a sweatshirt for another boy, which meant he had at least two of them to share the cabin with. Maybe he could push his bed further away.
The two then turned to leave, Hiro's eyes falling to the floor. He was thankful they were going to be gone as quickly as they came, and started to contemplate bring out his Kanji board to practice once the cabin was quiet again. That was when the girl turned around again, asking the umbrakinetic to join them. His stormy eyes flicked up to her silvery ones for a moment of debate in his mind. He had come here to find a difference, and here was a chance within the first hour of him being there. However, his pessimism it would probably be the same as always, they would figure out his temperament and abilities and keep their distance. Bitterly agreeing with this depressed logic, he shook his head, sleek hair slipping to cover his face as he looked back to the floor. He kept his eyes there as his fingers gently plucked at the strings under them, half-notes twanging out as he missed the new boy and his note.
Ash gave a bright smile and raised a hand to give a short wave to both of them. Rhiannon, the red-head, went on to mention her nationality and something about a shy boy who must be related to her or something. Ash's misty eyes stayed on the gorgeous girl, seeming to be paying attention to every accented word. In truth, she couldn't care less what the pale welsh was saying, her melodic voice was just too enchanting. Was she a siren? Surely a nymph or something, right out of the stories her "uncle" told every night around the fire. Ash still firmly believed every word of those tales, and here was a girl who seemed like she might be able to grow a tail and slap shells on her chest and call herself Ariel. How cool is that? She knew she would be meeting some interesting people here, but this was already more than she expected- and she didn't even know their powers yet! Still smiling, She quickly turned around as the cabin door swung open again. It was another teenager, probably another Quirk to share the bunk with. She was cute, but rather bland, with nearly everything about her being shades of earthy brown. She was meek, almost mousy as she quietly tucked away her belongings. In fact, she seemed nearly opposite of Ash, who was forward, bright and bold- and not afraid to say it.
After giving a wave and flashing a toothy smile to the new girl, she plopped down on the end of Beth's bed, letting Rhiannon speak to the mouse while she focused on the small girl to her right. "So, how old are you, sweetie?" She asked, looking over her bright, almost mismatched clothing. Before Beth could respond though, yet another camper made her way into the cabin. She was young, though not as young as Beth looked, and gave a short introduction before dismissing herself to go outside and... wait, what? A preteen was about to go out and smoke? Ash wanted to jump up and slap the pack of cigarettes right out of her hands, but she knew she should really stay out of it. Her mother had warned her about staying out of people's personal business, as it was a good way to make enemies, but some things are just not right, like a kid polluting both their body and the earth simultaneously. Frowning, she tried to contain her disgust and turned back to Beth, hoping the bright-eyed girl would distract her with conversation.