Claire could hear the voices of the campers from outside the activities center. Always seemed to be a large crowd every year. Who wouldn't want to spend a few months at the beach and chill with new friends that are going to leave and probably not come back? Claire would raise her hand to that question. There to get away, a choice of the lesser of two evils. Those parents of hers must be awful! However, she couldn't focus much on that. She did have a job to do after all. Being a trainee counselor working as an orientation leader demanded focus and responsibility. The mature duty of taking care of several kids and making sure they weren't doing anything illegal. Well, Claire was [i]definitely[/i] the model of everything a counselor should be.

She strut her stuff into the activities center and pulled out some eyedrops, letting the liquid drip into her eyes. Getting high made her a bit self conscious about how she looked in front of others. And with so many people out there who would be looking at her, that certainly didn't help at all. Luckily, smoking wasn't new to her. And, she had developed a bit of an immunity. Getting used to the effects made her more loose with it, and able to conquer the unwelcome anxiety and paranoia. As she made her way to the stage up in front of all the tables in the room, Claire brushed her hair with her hand. Making sure there was still that 'proper', 'lady-like' appearance to her. The other administrators all wanted her to have that look since the previous year. Something about first impressions.

Weird how that is, huh? Everyone she's talked to has always talked about not being shallow, being a well-rounded person and accepting herself and others just as they are. Yet, they still stress first impressions and appearances. Hypocrites, all of them.

Claire walked up the steps and flashed that bright smile to the crowd. Always able to play the game and appear the most sociable and enthusiastic of most crowds. It could be exhausting keeping up appearances, but that's what drugs and alcohol were for! A little something extra to take the edge off. Moving up to the microphone, she grabbed it and spoke with her well-prepared and seamless bubbly public voice. "Hey there campers! Welcome to Camp Corona for this awesome summer of year twenty-fourteen, woohoo!" Loud and booming throughout the room. Some 'like-minded' campers clapped and whistled back with their excitement. "Yeah, there they are. Everyone should be looking to have fun like some people in this crowd. I know at least one person in this room that's more than down to have a good time." A not so subtle call out to Jack Lanceton. Though, she kept her eyes on everyone at the tables. Looking back and forth.

"Alright, I know there's a few of you that just want to get on ahead and do your own thing with free activities. But trust me, this is a great way to meet people so I'm happy it looks like almost everyone is here. Or maybe everyone is actually here for a first." Claire giggled. It wasn't that funny, but she was sky high at the moment. Take a second. Deep breath and gather herself. "Anyways, I have to tell you the rules of the camp. No going out of range where we can't keep track of you. There will sometimes be field trips. No fighting. Hmm… Oh, the obvious. No sex. Well, at least don't get caught." Another laugh. "No drinking, and definitely no smoking. Let's keep it proper up in this piece, errbody." Claire was rocking it. Being as chill as possible up there on stage.

"Now, onto the fun. There will be a bonfire tonight on the beach to signify the start of another year at this camp. And, I will be leading a tour guide around here, ending at the pier where we may have some orientation activities. So, just meet me by that door in the back and let's get this party started. Let's here it for another awesome year!" She placed the microphone down on the stand and made her way to the exit.