Netter waited till everyone else had left the bus before exiting himself his first reaction was to peer into his dads old fire duffel to check on his carton of marlboro blacks earbuds and mp3.As seeing all his valueables were intact he closed his bag back up and while listening to announcment he began abserving the buildings of the camp looking for the highest point he could find.
most of the buildings werent very tall but he wondered what he really expected of a camp "there nothing like my favorite spot in junction 8 stories,flat roof,baseboards and window edges perfect for parkour,but I guess they'll have to do".After the big boss was done talking he went to the billboard to check his cabin and then proceeded to said cabin. "not exactly a place that I'd call home but what is home anyway". He looked around to make sure the cabin was empty then he pulled a pack of cigs,his mp3,and his wireless earbuds out of his bag then slid his black and red fire duffel under the bed closest to the door and set one of his shirts on the bed to claim it.He then straightened up his beenie and his fingerless palm grip gloves and headed straight for the tree line.
He searched around for a bit looking for a good spot far enough from camp to not draw attention to himself but still close enough to catch any excitement then climbed up an evergreen tree and sat on third from the tallest branch up and lit up a cig. He heard kickball and he did enjoy playing it with his bros back in the day but he didnt know anyone around here.He let out a sigh as he took a puff from his cigarette and turned his mp3 on and changed it to play sick like me by in this moment."It's a fucked up world we live in but hey shits not a good gift to be given so why give a shit" He let out a laugh as his motto left his lips and a cig met them for another puff.
Then he gazed at the camp looking it over as he watched other campers walkin around and seeing there bright hair colors and exotic pets.Then he said to the tune of the song"Maybe theres otheres here, 'beautiful and sick like me'." He let those words rummage through his mind as he smoked his cigarette and listened to his music relaxing in the tree.
most of the buildings werent very tall but he wondered what he really expected of a camp "there nothing like my favorite spot in junction 8 stories,flat roof,baseboards and window edges perfect for parkour,but I guess they'll have to do".After the big boss was done talking he went to the billboard to check his cabin and then proceeded to said cabin. "not exactly a place that I'd call home but what is home anyway". He looked around to make sure the cabin was empty then he pulled a pack of cigs,his mp3,and his wireless earbuds out of his bag then slid his black and red fire duffel under the bed closest to the door and set one of his shirts on the bed to claim it.He then straightened up his beenie and his fingerless palm grip gloves and headed straight for the tree line.
He searched around for a bit looking for a good spot far enough from camp to not draw attention to himself but still close enough to catch any excitement then climbed up an evergreen tree and sat on third from the tallest branch up and lit up a cig. He heard kickball and he did enjoy playing it with his bros back in the day but he didnt know anyone around here.He let out a sigh as he took a puff from his cigarette and turned his mp3 on and changed it to play sick like me by in this moment."It's a fucked up world we live in but hey shits not a good gift to be given so why give a shit" He let out a laugh as his motto left his lips and a cig met them for another puff.
Then he gazed at the camp looking it over as he watched other campers walkin around and seeing there bright hair colors and exotic pets.Then he said to the tune of the song"Maybe theres otheres here, 'beautiful and sick like me'." He let those words rummage through his mind as he smoked his cigarette and listened to his music relaxing in the tree.