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Eli shifted the duffel bag on her shoulder to a more favorable position before she stepped out of the bus. Excited chirping from someone who seemed to be in charge of this circus caused Eli's brows to furrow. She ticked another item on her mental pros-and-cons list of coming to this godforsaken camp. Excited chirping: Definitely a con. Some of the other campers that had exited before her began passing out the leaflets this Amber person handed out. It was the same generic crap she knew camp like these would spout. Another tick on the cons list. And what? She'd have to share a cabin with people she didn't even know? She knew that was the whole point of this camp, but it didn't mean she had to like it. That goes to the cons list too.

She eyed the field Amber had gestured towards. Kickball sounded like it could be fun. She could definitely use it after having sat stationary for what felt like forever, but she'd have to wait another hour for the game to even start. An almost childish urge rose up to stick out her tongue but she buried it.

[color=0088db]"Guess I should just settle in the cabin for a while,"[/color] she muttered to herself as she headed towards the bulletin board. The list wasn't that long and she found her name easily enough. [i]Cabin 5.[/i] She'd be sharing it with a Dawn Kingston and a Dolce Parker. [color=0088db]"Great,"[/color] she drawled, her eyes rolling in their sockets. She headed towards the cabin, spotting the five easily enough. It wasn't all that horrible, she had to admit. It had a rather homely feel to it and reminded Eli of barracks. At least she'd be sleeping somewhere comfortable. She ticked that on the pros list.

She was the first to arrive in the cabin, surprisingly enough. She dropped her bag on one of the beds in the back of the cabin. A little privacy that she could afford herself. She plopped down on the bed and began to tap her finger rhythmically on the bars, drumming up a tune in her head.