Clev

Camp for Troubled Teens~

Alex looked blindly up at the ceiling, only letting her breaths out via a corner of her mouth. When the other girl came in, she sort of jumped a little, but she stayed how she was. Sitting Indian style, or criss-cross-apple-sauce which is what they called it when she was in Elementary. She waited until after the girl said something - Wait, wasn't her name Amber? - and gave a little cough. "Supish, bro? Sorry about the Mary's stench. Daily fix."

Camp for Troubled Teens~

oXShineXo said
Lol there's a lot of characters in this rpWell to me that is

Yeah. To be honest, the only person outside of Five I can remember is Riley, but that's only because Low's character keeps calling her a douche.

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Sixty-eight posts in the first three hours. Holy crap. I should be scared to go to sleep.

Camp for Troubled Teens~

Alex gave a shrug, and proceeded to light the end. "Do one of you guys have a knife? This stuffs still pretty potent, and I'm pretty sure the Hounds can smell it from here. And I rather not have one of them down my back. It would be safer if I hid it."

She gave a particularly long drag, and took it out of her mouth. She immediately exhaled, and then a grin appeared on her face as she took another hit. "Maybe this camp won't be so bad after all? The counselors are some dull idiots."

"So, what're you in for?" She asked the new recruit.

Camp Half-Blood

"You're.... Right." Vic gave a half-hearted smile. "It still doesn't really make sense not to take it, ya know? I don't trust the guy, but it is the golden fleece at stake."

Camp Half-Blood

"Woah, Mr. Dino, you've got to be kidding!" Vic spoke out, after Val left. 'They just said, "Hey. Here's a super easy tracking device'. What if the fleece isn't there? I know you hate the camp, but use some logic!"

For some reason, she started to fume. "Because, I hope you don't think my map would even bother working. It doesn't have a 'fleece' option, or a power button."

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Alex opens up her bag. She took the only pre-rolled one she had out, and nearly drops it from rushing it into her mouth. "I'm guessing, at this camp, you're going to get fucked up a lot. Why not get a sample?" Her voice was a bit muffled, however, her words were aimed towards... The girl.

She cursed herself, and dug even farther down into the bag, to retrieve the lighter. She was about to light the small joint, before she decided to ask a question. "You smoke? I mean, come on. You're a teenager, you can't be completely clean."

And then she realized the girl hadn't spoken at all...

Shit.

((Chloe and Amber are the other people in Five.))

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Alex gave a little laugh. "Mine got mad at me for being Agnostic. They're shitheads." Her eyes seemed to dart around her. "This place is real shit. I mean, come the fuck on. Camp Improve? Who'd actually believe that therapeutic bullshit-"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that someone else had joined them. "Sups?"

Camp for Troubled Teens~

"You know those stereotypical Christian pricks?" Alex asked, getting the bag out from her clothes. Just a little over five. "They think I'm a fuckin' demon. I tried to emancipate, but I got super twisted before the trial."

She smirked at the memory. And then, just like a normal teenager, she took the bottle she was offered. She took a bit of a drag, careful not to press her lips close to it. "Sort of fucked up right now, actually. Anyway, judge is all like, 'community service'. I flipped him off, so now I'm here."

"With this." She held it up a bit more so that Effy could see it. The bag of chronic seemed to be calling to her. Inside, was a small lighter. "But I swear to god that bastard knows. Zac McDick." She didn't seem to acknowledge when the door opened, either. "Bit of a fag. O.C.D. Weed."

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You guys... Are seriously singing...

In a very, very, serious thread-

Never mind. Continue.