AlteredTundra

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Just curious: is this still accepting? 👀👀👀

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

It happens. No need to force it bro.

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

<Snipped quote by Bright_Ops>

It'll be all you've ever known. I wasn't kidding when I implied we'd be dialing back the craziness and sticking to KH1 storytelling. Other things might get referenced or introduced later if we get far enough to warrant it, but for all intents and purposes this is a KH1 Retelling (just with the benefits of 20 years of hindsight, xD).

@Double

I love this to be honest. As much as I have enjoyed the complexities that was the bs in the recent stories, there have been times where I've gotten lost in all the time-traveling mumbo-jumbo. Sometimes all one wants from a Kingdom Hearts story is some gummy ship, keyblade-wielding fun with a side of Disney and Final Fantasy nostalgia trips.

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

@Double Are we expecting any more players to join up?

The Key of Twilight (Kingdom Hearts AU)

Hmm maybe. Kingdom Hearts is my childhood, so I might be interested.

Greetings! Candy Cane Service!

I just want to say that this is one of the best ideas I've seen on the guild in a long while. I hope it can be a tradition for as long as it is possible. It's truly something that has brought a smile to so many faces -- myself included.

Rosefell High.

_{Outfit: Torso ♦ Skirt ♦ Flats}

When she made the kinda-sorta impulsive decision to depart from the surprising informative tour that was led by a refreshingly-pleasant Ellie, Miki decided to explore the school on her own. She went down the halls, took in the sights of certain individuals who all were in the middle of their own tours.

Seeing the state of the Rosefell people made her almost want to turn away from them in disgust. Their fashion sense led a lot to be desired for. As in, they lacked any of it and the way they dressed was just...abysmal. On top of everything else, one tried to actually touch Miki? Can you say gross? Seriously, what gave them the arrogance to assume it was okay for them to extend their hand out to her? Absolutely disgusting!

And that forced the Queen of Liberty to reverse the direction she was walking in -- which happened to be near the cafeteria. She didn’t know if it was the overall odor the halls had that immediately made her want to plug her nose or if it was the food -- if one could call it that -- that flew past the doors and into her senses, but Miki felt her stomach turn in ways it hadn’t since she ate some really bad sushi when she was fourteen.

“Oh god, it’s even worse than I feared.”

As a hot spanish boy glided past her, about a few feet from where her eyes deduced he came from, she found herself in the middle of her first genuine positive reaction since coming to this shitpile of a school. “Jackson!” She cried out, briskly walking up to him, hooking her arm with his, almost pulling him away from the wall he was casually leaning against. “I am having the worst day but it is so much better now.” She clung to the boy for dear life as if her positivity depended on him appeasing her. “Please tell me you have finished your tour already. I can’t bear being around anyone from this school until I’ve at least seen what our teachers are like.” As she rambled, she had done exactly the opposite she thought she would and had joined him in leaning against the wall.

Second Horizons

_Outfit

Blake Residence
December 18th — Two days Ago || 8:30pm

All week since school let out early for winter break, there was no time for rest for a certain lanky Nathan Blake. In-between packing for the big road trip, he had to get his Christmas Shopping done for his family. Since he wasn’t going to be at Second Horizons all break and wouldn’t get the chance to see the look on Kylie and Hannah’s face when they see he got them each a mug with their names on it, an engraving about how cool they were written by him -- albeit uncreative as fuck and hella corny, but it was a personal gift from his heart to them.

Suffice to say they loved it, but Hannah just had to mention how he shouldn’t be a writer or any kind of author.

Duly noted, little sister. Duly noted.

Nate slammed the trunk of his Ford Fusion hard enough so it shut tight. Most of his luggage was in the spacious trunk, which he was surprised given how much winter gear he had to buy.

No, he didn’t buy any, like, snowboards or skis. As tempted as he was, Nate wasn’t exactly the type to go yahooing into the slopes. He certainly could yahoo if he wanted to, but that would involve him knowing how to properly yahoo without snapping his leg like a little, tiny twig.

“That oughta do it!”

“Are you sure about this?”

Hannah stood behind Nate, arms crossed, looking at him with her usual worry-judging frown.

“About what? The trunk being closed? Yeah! I mean, didn’t you hear that loud smack it made against the car?”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Not that, you idiot!” She flicked him on his wide forehead. “I meant about driving to Second Horizons.”

Oh. That’s what she meant. “First, ouchie! Second, sure! I mean, it’s only--” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad and ran his finger slowly down it. “--eighteen hours and that’s if traffic isn’t too backed up.” Nate slid it back into his pocket.

“You could just fly. You know, like a normal person!”

Nate just glanced at her with his blue eyes, wondering if she was talking to the same person. “What and miss all of the sights? No way! This is going to be fucking epic, sis!”

What Nate couldn’t say was his goodies would no doubt get him flagged by the TSA if he flew. Nobody knew just what was inside those cranberry bottles nor did anyone think about the brownies and candy canes he had in his backpack. It was almost foolproof. Even Hannah, his sister who always saw through his ploys and tricks, didn’t know a thing. Though, she did comment about the excessive amount of cranberry juice.

Good thing Nate was known for his love of cranberry juice.

And as she threw her hands up and admitted defeat, she quickly forced Nate to give her a tight hug. And as they spent a few long moments in a sibling embrace, Kylie came into it and the Blake siblings shared a tender moment. Kylie cried and Hannah pulled away so Nate didn’t see her shed a few tears also.

As for Nate? He wasn’t ashamed to let his sisters see him shed manly tears of manly love for his not-so-manly sisters.

“I’ll miss you two! Be good for mom, alright? You know she's gonna be a wreck, what with her two favorite guys away!” He cleared his throat so Hannah knew he was talking to her. “Yeah, I’m talking to you.”

As she gave him a smile, Nate hugged the youngest once more. “And when I get back, I’ll tell you about who your future sister in law will be. I’m sure she’ll be at Second Horizons - I just know it!”

The Blake Three shared a laugh and another group hug before the dark green Ford Fusion pulled out of the driveway and Nate the Great was Washington-bound.

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Good old Open Road
December 20th

As Nate crossed into the Washington state lines, he found himself uncontrollably yawning.

Throughout the entirety of the past fourteen hours, he’s been driving in three legs of roughly four and a half hours. He’s consumed at least three red bulls, five cups of coffee in total, and probably about three dozen cheap-as-fuck cheeseburgers from McDonalds.

And one might say, Nathan Blake was a jitterbug on the verge of emerging from his caffeine and msg-crusted cocoon. Into what you might ask? Someone who regretted taking the long way to camp.

And it’s not like he didn’t have a choice. Nate has several choices he could’ve made. He could have asked if Mandy wanted to drive him. He knew she would do close to anything for him. Or at the least, maybe ask her if she wanted to come to camp with him. Yeah, he knew she’d like that, but he couldn’t do that to his friend--ex--whatever you wanted to call their relationship. She was too nice and he respected her too much to put that on her.

Then, okay he could have shipped his goody bag to a PO box near the camp and pick it up there, but then TSA might have flagged it. Sure, it would’ve taken them a bit longer to trace it to Nate. As soon as he would go to pick it up, the cops might surprise him.

So that’s why Nate spent close to a full day on the road. Of course, as he told Hannah nearly two days ago, he truly took in the sights. And if you followed him on Instagram, the journey from start to finish was him posing in front of every major sight he visited. Everything from the gas stations to the backdrops of the Sierra Nevada Mountains to a Mcdonald's was in the background as Nate took numerous selfies.

But still, with a few more hours left in his trip, he was starting to finally experience the much-anticipated crash.

His eyes were closing occasionally, his entire body felt heavy, and Nate knew if he didn’t do something fast, he would pass out on the wheel.

“Music time!”

Nate threw on a playlist and put it on shuffle. The magic of playlists on shuffle was not knowing what song came on first.

As the iconic guitar intro kicked in, Nate laughed, giving his steering wheel a few smacks, actually happy he landed on one of his favorite songs.

“When I wake up,
Well I know I’m gonna be,
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you!”

Nate’s voice steadily rose a few octaves as the song continued, his smile wide and his energy levels beating out the caffeine and Red Bull-induced crash that he felt a few moments ago.

And as the instrumentation picked up for the chorus, Nate just let himself be taken over by the pure adrenaline and he would do this for a few hours. It was the only thing keeping him awake, but it wasn’t the only reason he decided to jam out to Smoke Trio. He honest to god loved this song and the band. He knew the song itself was a cover, but there was just something...homey about Smoke Trio’s version.

“Da da da (da da da)
Da da da (da da da)”

At the height of the song, Nate belched a surprisingly in-tune harmony that lasted for the last fifty miles he had to go, the song being put on repeat.

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Second Horizons Campsite

When he got to the campsite and finally parked, he shut off his Spotfiy and, in a relieved, almost accomplished scream, he yawned, got out of the car, and stretched his aching limbs. They cracked in every direction his let them extend, the release of the tightness in them sending waves of relief through his body.

Nate spent a few more minutes giving every part of his body the cracking attention it deserved. When he was satisfied by the consistency of the bone-cracking they made, Nate spent another few minutes gathering his luggage.

Thankfully, Nate didn’t have an excessive amount of luggage. He couldn’t help but notice that there was a colorful girl who had...a lot. She was being led into towards the camp with Jackson and some cute brunette.

“Damn. I wonder if she’s my counselor this year. Wait no, probably a good thing she isn’t.”

Yeah, definitely not a good idea to hit on your counselor. Best to save that for whoever your fellow camper is.

Nate shook his head, focusing his attention on making sure nobody found out about his collection of goodies and general illegal materials he brought with him.

Whoa, careful with that terminology. People might think you’re a narc.

Right. Let’s try attempt numero dos at refocusing.

When he looked down, grabbing the handle of his suitcase firmly in his grasp, unbeknownst to Nate the Great, when he whipped his head up and took off in a run, he felt all of the blood rush to his head. All of his energy sapped from his body in one instant and not even a full step later did his head collide with something hard. And as he yelped in a very unmanly-like way, his voice cracking like a teenage boy going through puberty, he lost his balance and found himself on top of something soft. They felt like Tempurpedic pillows but a lot softer and...oddly familiar.

“Ouch. That hurt..”

He rubbed his head and looked down. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a slight tint of red as he saw not what he was on top of but who. Below him was quite possibly the most majestic girl he’d ever seen. Her dark hair reminded him of that dope Metallica album, The Black Album, and her skin was definitely not weak. It was fair and nice and looked soft like a cloud.

“Shit. You’re hot babe! Like the-floor-is-lava hot!”

Rosefell High.

_{A @metanoia & @Venus Collaboration
featuring The Junkie Piece of Shit & Grandpa-fucking Sociopath}
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In the close-to-ten minutes that had passed since Colin had a brief run-in with Hunter, the dark-haired boy hadn’t done shit.

Literally.

He stayed leaning against the same locker, his foot against the wall, popping his knee out, and casually sipping on his vodka-disguised-as-water — which was nearly out. He looked like every stereotypical bad boy from any high school movie ever. Except Colin wasn’t a total chump like they were.

He occasionally went through his phone, checking what was happening on his social. Twitter was a meme paradise and Instagram was where it was at. Post after post, he smirked in appreciation of all the thicc babes he followed. Every single one of them got a like and a comment. He considered DMing them, but he wasn’t one of those desperate losers whose entire self-esteem was pending on validation from whatever girl they were simping over.

Like, come on now! Colin isn’t Spike.

But you know who he was like? Colin Gallagher, that’s who! And what Colin Gallagher often did at this time — at least when school was in session — was grab his quote-unquote “girlfriend” by the ass and maybe sneak off to get a quickie before that annoying bell rang.

As he peered his eyes away and scanned the hallway, centering at the entrance, he frowned somewhat because there was a lack of a certain goth bitch that he loved to tease. Usually, he expected some sort of contact from her right about now: a punch in the gut, a text message not appropriate for kids — something to let him know that she was alive.

But there was nothing.

“What gives, Steph? How long do you expect me to wait—”

The rushing sound of the pearly gates opening and the Mistress of the Night herself come pacing quickly through it, pushing basically anyone who was in her way in a typical manner he expected from her.

When their eyes locked and she was close enough, Colin yanked her hand and pulled her close to him. His hands went first for her to her waist, sliding down not-so-slowly until there was something for him to squeeze. “Bout time you got here,” he spoke quietly into her ear. “Was almost beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” He then gave her a short kiss and smiled.

In regular circumstances, Stephanie would welcome Colin’s advances with open arms. She had learned that there was no better way to start out her day than with a quickie from someone who knew exactly how to make her feel alright. But with that heartbreaking encounter with Tate so fresh in her mind, the last thing she wanted to do was have to put up a front with someone who knew her as well as Colin did.

“Ew. It’s not even eight o’clock in the fucking morning and you already smell like a dive bar…” she complained to Colin, her face scrunched up in disgust at the unpleasant smell of cheap liquor emanating from her ‘boyfriend’. Frowning, she dug into her bag and pulled out a small baby blue container, popped two pieces of gum out, and offered them to the young man. “Be a sweetie and do all of us a favor by taking these. Nobody wants to get alcohol poisoning from your breath alone.”

As soon as she handed it to him, Colin chucked it into the air to the left, behind her, and it hit some nerd with the worst pair of thick-rimmed glasses he’d ever seen. The kid looked at him and all it took was one nasty look from Colin for him to take the container and run in the opposite direction.

“There. It’s taken care of,” he said slyly, sporting a grin equal to his tone.

Stephanie could only roll her eyes, her face scrunching up even harder. “You are so fucking disgusting…" she told him, playfully placing her hand over his mouth and grabbing him by the face with her fingers while giving him a little smirk.

Colin didn’t say anything, which was certainly out of character for him. Wanna know what wasn’t? Making out with her hand, tongue and all and it slobbered all over her hand and he made suggestive sounds to add to the experience.

A loud squeal of disgust echoed across the hall, attracting the attention of nearby schoolmates as the appalled Spice released her grip on Colin's face as if it had electrocuted her. "What the fuck was that for, Colin!?" Stephanie shrieked, wiping off her slobbered hand against his shoulder with a hard slap. "That was so fucking nasty!"

He observed her face-- the momentary snarl that was frozen and how her eyes were narrowed in the same way when he knew her disgust was genuine. And for some reason, Colin found it thoroughly amusing. So he laughed and then eventually burst out with a cackle deep from the gut. “Oh come on, what did you expect? You covered my mouth. It’s almost as if you were asking me to make out with it.” He shot her a wink, intentionally eying her hand with the same gaze he often gave her when he was in the mood.

“It’s way too early to be playing games with me, Colin! And believe me: I am not in the mood for your bullshit today!” she snapped, shoving the dark-haired boy away while giving him one of her deadliest glares.

Colin’s back hit the locker and a ringing, metal sound went off as he met her death glare. “Jesus…” Came a drawn out response from Colin as Steph snapped at him with more ferocity than she had at her default setting.

She was always nasty and harsh with him, but in a way that made her unconventionally adorable. But this? Something was definitely up her ass. “What’s up with you today?” He asked her directly.

“You’re not usually this bitchy so early in the morning. You usually wait until at least I’ve done something you consider wrong.” He knew he was going to catch some flack for that last comment, but he only spoke the truth.

“Whatever. It’s none of your business,” she snapped again, vigorously shaking her head.

There was no way in hell Stephanie would be telling Colin about what had happened that morning. Sure: they weren’t what you would call a conventional couple-- not by a long shot. Flings coming in and out of their lives were as common as the times they broke up and got back together. But that didn’t mean Spice purposely wanted to start shit; especially so soon after their last fight. The last thing she needed was for the visibly tipsy Colin to go berserk about the presence of yet another guy in her life.

Colin stared at Stephanie, becoming more visibly annoyed the longer she stayed silent. On some level, he really wanted to pick a fight with her because, well, she was kind of pissing him off. And it wouldn’t be hard. He could mention Hunter and how there was some hot purple-haired broad that nearly ran over Rico. He could embellish the truth slightly and say they fucked. And to back it up, he could actually go find this chick and give her the gift of Colin Gallagher. But at the same time, that was too much of a hassle and he’d rather do it in reverse.

So with the minimal requirement of strength to take the high road, he sighed. “Whatever you say.” He gave her a shrug, popping another chug of his vodka in his mouth. “But where were you though? Sure, you’re the last person who would care about attendance, but ya kept me waiting longer than you usually do.”

“I went to pick up my car at the shop,” the girl said simply with a small shrug. She knew this white lie was bound to upset Colin a little bit, but it was certainly better than telling him the story of her morning.

“The shop, eh?” He absentmindedly acknowledged, taking another casual sip. About halfway through it, Colin had the delayed realization and immediately spat the entirety of the sip of vodka he’d taken all over Stephanie’s face. “You were late because you were off blowing some grandpa? What kind of bullshit is that!?” Jealousy came fast to the surface and the slippery descent down to the slope began. “Well!?”

And here we go again...

“I wasn’t ‘blowing off some grandpa’, Colin Gallagher!” Spice shouted, wiping off the vodka and spit from her face. She should’ve known that mentioning the place of employment of one of her flings was bound to blow up in her face (literally). But how else would she have explained the magical return of the to her possession? “I was literally just picking up my damn car from the damn shop! And even if I was blowing Ricky-- which I wasn’t-- it’s still none of your fucking business!”

He wasn’t amused nor convinced. “I don’t believe you. For all I know, you could just be saying this to cover up the fact that you were doing your best Riley Reid impersonation.” Colin’s tone and face was flatter than the asses of most of the girls at Rosefell. “So just admit it: you were showing the grandpa a good time.”

The seething Spice didn’t bother with a verbal response. Instead, she wrapped her hand around Colin’s slim arm like a vice grip and dragged him out of the school building and towards the parking lot, where the glistening paint coat of the purple vehicle could be seen in the distance. With a face as red as the nail imprints her grip had left on the young man’s pale skin, she turned to confront Colin.

“You believe me now, you paranoid piece of shit?” she snarled, looking like a tiger seconds away from tearing its prey apart.

She probably thought him seeing the car would make things better. She probably also thought this would shut him up. And she would be right, but not for the reasons Stephanie was thinking.

Seeing the car did confirm one thing for Colin, but confirm to him that she was just at the shop? No, that wasn’t quite it. From what he could tell, it was perfectly adequate. It was like no repairs had been done on it. He knew Ricky’s work and he was good, that much Colin could admit, but this was too good.

As he examined the scratchless hood, Colin laughed. “Yeah I believe you, Stephanie…” He said in a low tone, giving her a smile. “I believe you’re a lying tramp. There is no way that fossil did this good on your piece of crap ride. I believe that you’re sticking to your guns to hide the fact that you ditch me -- me -- for someone old enough to qualify for Social Security.” He pulled his hand away and somewhat gently shoved her away from him.

As soon as Stephanie felt Colin’s hands pushing her away, her judgment disappeared. Just like when she’d seen Tate’s car slowly drive away without a care in the world, blood was rushing to her blacked-out brain, and the world was now under a crimson lens. In one blink of an eye, Spice’s right hand was balled up into a tight fist. In another, the solid fist was colliding hard with Colin’s nose. Whatever pain came shooting through the girl’s arm after the move was being numbed by adrenaline, and she did nothing but coldly stare at the blood starting to pour down her now ex-boyfriend’s nostrils.

When her fist connected and the blood began pouring out, Colin staggered back against the hood of her car. The back of his shins collided with her shitty bumper and he was positioned like an obtuse triangle as most of his weight pressed on the hood.

He looked up at the morning sky, wincing every other five seconds, cursing at Spice any chance he got. Some words were lost due to him trying to gather his wits, but every word he could muster was directed at her.

As he grabbed his nose, trying not to further the damage that fist of hers did to it, Colin managed to find enough momentum to swing himself off her stupid car. “You crazy bitch! Fucking psycho! You broke my fucking nose!” His profanity came out in a rapid-fire succession of one another, but it also was in a nasally tone.

“Maybe now you’ll think twice about putting those disgusting junkie hands on me again,” she cruelly spat, wasting no time in shoving him hard against the car again, turning on her heel and storming off, the long locks of raven hair flying behind her.

“Yeah, well at least I’m not a grandpa fucker!” Colin made sure she heard him before she was out of range.

And as he saw her push open the doors of the main Rosefell building and completely disappeared from his sight, Colin was left with the aftermath of his own making. He knew what everyone around was probably thinking and he didn’t care. Their opinions and the stares that served as its companion didn’t matter to him. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let Stephanie Cross get to him. For all he cared, she could fuck whoever she wanted.

He didn’t give a shit. Not one.

“Fuck. Now I gotta see the nurse and get this looked at.” In a fit of anger, Colin slammed the back of his foot against Stephanie’s front bumper with enough force to dent the front bumper. “Fuck that hurt!” He cursed, limping on one leg as he left her piece a shit car with a reminder of what happened today.

In the back of his mind, as he limped up the stairs, cursing with every painful step, and walked through the front doors, he remembered he also had to serve as someone’s tour guide too. “Just the chocolate shit kiss on what is sure to be a wonderfully-shittastic day.”

Second Horizons

_{@metanoia @LovelyComplex @Melissa}

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In the parking lot of Second Horizons, Kim stood next to Jackson, with both of the Amtran doors open. She made a quick announcement, “If you need a map, they’re right here—” She pointed to an oddly placed table with a box full of pamphlets in them, before adding, “—but finding your counselor should be pretty easy.” Using her hand, she gestured behind her. Past the Lodge and the Office/Camp store, there was a humongous tree with only lights decorating it (the kids would decorate the rest tomorrow). “Your counselors will be by that tree, wearing their colors. We call that area the North Pole. If you are pink, you can follow me, if you’re red, follow Jackson. Got it? Got it. Okay, let’s go.”

When Kim mentioned his name, he stood up and pounded his hands together in an almost rhythm, grinning at the kids. “Ya heard her!” He clapped again, but this time it was only once and came so loud that anyone with fragile hearing might not be too happy with him. He began to walk off the bus and said, “Now follow me, Foxes!” His tone was commanding and he stomped like an army commander, even mimicking the hand gestures.

“Have a great first day of camp everyone! We’ll see each other again, I’m sure!” Clasping her hands together, Kim brought her gaze to the pink campers, her focus on the two girls standing right in front of her. “Okay follow me, pink team.”

“Wait, call us Snow Bunnies! Jackson was cool when he led his charge,” Mia whined in the freezing cold.

Putting on a customer service face, internally dying on the inside, Kim smiled and said through gritted teeth, “Let’s hop to it, Snow Bunnies”

Joey pensively looked at Mia and shrugged. “I guess when in Rome…” Joey mimicked a bunny hop the best that she could for all of one hop before just walking.

Meanwhile, Chloe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Jackson’s use of the animal name of their cabin… couldn’t he just call the cabin by their color like a normal person? They weren’t five year olds after all and his energy was… nauseating. With a deep exhale, the blonde grasped her luggage with one hand and her skating bag with the other before turning to say goodbye to her sister. But, she found her to have already disappeared with Joey and their counselor….whatever.

As he looked at the girl in front of him and her lack of enthusiasm, Jackson couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “Why such the long face, huh?” He asked, hands on his hips. “You’re at Second Horizons!” He sang in a slightly off-key tune, “And you’re a Fox! You should be wide-smiled with joy!”

The blonde let her lips curve into the most fake smile she could muster, “Oh goody, a Fox!” Her voice cooed sickeningly, her poisonous negativity just tingeing her tone and demeanor. “I’ll be wide-smiled with joy when I leave in two weeks.” She let her face fall back into it’s previous resting position, raising an eyebrow to almost challenge him to change her mind. “You might have wooed my sister, but you certainly haven’t impressed me.”

He frowned at her comments. Yes, it was true that he had a certain effect on blondes with a chipper disposition. He didn’t intend to, but it was part of his natural charm. Likewise, he seemed to have the reverse effect on those who appeared to be a tad more cynical and pessimistic -- like the ray of sunshine standing before him. “I suppose you have a point,” he begrudgingly admitted. He hummed thoughtfully and decided to take a different approach and he smiled minimally at her. “But, like you said: you’re here for two weeks. That means I have two weeks to make you see that, like Bruce Willis in that one episode of Friends, I’m a neat guy!”

“You lost me at Friends. Never seen it.” The blonde tilted her head, unamused and completely lost as to what made Mia and Joey lose their marbles back at the airport over him.

“I--” Jackson gasped, resisting the internal urge to do a substantially more dramatic one. He knew that his foxes would be difficult. The unpredictable nature of the red cabin was that they had always been distinct and unique. Some with tempers and some with outright bitchy attitudes, but color Jackson whatever shade represented shock, because this blonde here made him go into a shock-induced overdose.

As he took a few breaths, he just put on a brave face for this poor, uncultured soul. “Let’s..let’s just go.” Jackson said in a partially-defeated tone as he led the most difficult camper he’s had in his three-year-and-ongoing stint as camp counselor.

Meanwhile, Kim led the pink cabin to the tree. Nick had texted her earlier, saying the director was freaking out and that her and Jackson needed to hurry. She gave a brief reply and focused on the mission ahead. Heavily sighing, she found her way through the snow, the staff, and the other campers, making sure to look back a few times to guarantee everyone she counted was following her. She asked questions to those who were curious about things, but mostly she talked about how excited things would be for the next two weeks.

Jackson had volunteered to take multiple trips back to the buses for those who just wanted to leave their bags. All the bags should have a name tag that Kim tied on the handle, prior to putting it in the storage area of the two buses. Hopefully he didn’t have too much of a hard time finding the bags’ cabins.

Instead of pointing out the handsome man wearing a pink shirt, Kim had no control of the events that transpired next. The two mischief-makers were quick to spot him, even stopping in their tracks. The co-counselor of pink was so goddamn hot, with tousled dark brown hair, that jawline, and his eyes beautifully framed by such graceful brows. While the cold already made Mia’s cheeks champagne pink, seeing this man caused the heat to rise, making her pale skin an even darker hue of rose.

As Joey’s eyes followed Mia’s, the short girl started from bottom and worked her way up and she was taken on a journey that hyped up seeing his face all the more intense for her.”Wowohwow!” Came the pixie’s immediate response. Her face felt hot for obvious reasons and her lips formed into a smile. “You could sharpen a chef’s knife on that jaw…” Joey found herself saying, glancing over at Mia. It was just like with Jackson. But she wasn’t going to be a coward this time, so she casually placed her carry-on bag in front of Mia’s leg that was closest to her, setting it in front of the girl’s leg.

Was it petty? Maybe, but Joey was understanding what her mother meant by going after what you want and right now she wanted that hot guy with the perfectly-sharpened jawline. So she stepped forward, taking off into a bit of a skip.

“Oh hey! Wait for me!” No fair. Joey got a head start. As soon as Mia tried to charge behind, she found herself immediately in the snow, face first, having tripped over Joey’s bag. Cold-cold-cold-cold. She should’ve worn more layers! Looking up, she found an offered hand in the form of Kim and graciously took it. “S-sorry.”

“Not your fault. Here, give me your bags and you can meet Nick.”

Nick! That was his name! With this newfound information, Mia was once again elevated. Brushing the snow off of her, she swiftly ran to catch up to Joey and believe it or not, Mia was fast having ran with her sister a lot when they were younger. If there was one thing Mia could do in terms of sports it was run. Run as fast as a hare!