Spark, as usual, just did what he was told, following Leon as he walked away up the hill, having no idea how to actually survive out in the forest. He'd never been much of a camper, and his parent's idea of a holiday was less fun filled adventures in the trees or sitting around campfires roasting marshmallows whilst someone told ghost stories, more wannabe five star hotels in the middle of the Tennessee, where the only planned activities were arguing with the extended family and wishing you were anywhere but there. He could handle the drunken Uncle that spent more time ranting to himself about how the spirit of real country music was lost than he did talking to his wife (who, by the way, may or may not have been sleeping with her ex husband for the past three months, but that's another story), but he couldn't handle the great big outdoors. He'd tried though, for everyone else's sake. He didn't want to be the useless guy that the group ended up looking after more than anything else. He couldn't stand not being useful, never had done. 

When they walked, he's somehow managed to fall in somewhere in the middle, the black rucksack he'd picked up not heavy enough to slow him down. He doubted he'd even taken a bulk of the weight, other people's looking significantly worse than his, but strength wasn't exactly his forte. He'd managed to keep up, anyway, using the familiar crunch of the leaves below his feet as a reminder that he wasn't the only one there, and it wasn't a suicide mission. Not yet, anyway. 

Quickly discarding his bag to the floor when they arrived at the clearing, he immediately got to work putting tents up, rolling the already creased sleeves of his hoodie up so it was easier to work, nimble fingers easily navigating the various poles and pull overs, managing to figure out the basic construction without bothering to read the instructions. Tents really weren't that hard, it turned out. It was only when all the tents were up that Leon returned, firewood in hand, and quickly made a fire that everyone gathered round again. Well, all but Jojo, who'd already retreated into a tent. throwing some mild invitation to the girls before disappearing, presumably for the night. Taking a seat roughly between Lillah and Leon, he looked around at the group, fingers drumming nervously against the pockets of his jeans.

Spencer waited until pretty much everyone had gone to even dare to speak up, spending most of his time questioning exactly why they were introducing themselves. It's not like they'd known each other all through high school, hell, maybe even been in the same year... [i]Oh no wait.[/i] It didn't make much sense to him, truth be told, but he wasn't about to challenge the apparent social convention just because he was confused and in a bad mood. Besides, he wasn't about to attract attention to himself on the first day, he wasn't [i]that[/i] ill tempered, so he just left it to a muttered side comment, "this makes no sense," the chances of anyone but Lillah or Leon hearing him were stupidly slim, impossible, even. 

"Uh, Spencer, Spark - whatever you want, really..." He finally spoke up, lifting his hand to do a small, two fingered wave at everyone before dropping it back to his lap, not quite sure what they were all supposed to do now. His gaze flickered around the group once more, waiting for someone else to do or say something, anything, to stop the threat of the oncoming silence.