Alton Kitt Sanders
Location: dad's car > pink cabin > main hall
Interacting with: Via Text: Favorite Slut Hana (@Fabricant451); Precious Air-head Nessa (@lovely complex)
Outfit
Another year at Camp Liberty. While the outdoors were something Kitt Sanders disliked heavily - "Indoors were invented for a reason, people!" - seeing old and new faces would totally be worth overcoming the pestering bugs and dirty dirt of the outside. His disdain was showed openly, like his disdain with everything, when his Dad mentioned the dooming outside. With its fresh breezes and pokey grass and bright sun- well, the bright sun was nice but the rest could go to Hell, damnit! Especially the bugs, vile little buzzing things. Disgusting! Kitt hated disgusting. They were tiny winged spawns of Satan, Kitt knew they were. Evil to their little bodies' cores, only here on Earth to make everyone's life that much harder. Kitt really, really disliked the outdoors. Kitt's disdain showed further at his Dad's amusement of his impending suffering. "I swear, if we have to sleep outside again, I will die!" the young boy announced dramatically, slumping back in the cushioned front seat of his Dad's Mazda.
George chuckled at just how much his son could be overdramatic. It always caused for a show, that was for sure. "You have to sleep outside each year, you know this." he pointed out, driving along the winding, paved road that would lead to the camp, the greenery on either side a beautiful sight, a stark difference between the concrete forest they lived in. "Such a drama queen, Kitt. Just like your Father. You're both so alike, it's eerie." he continued on in a teasing tone, taking his time along the road, enjoying the pretty sights; the last two years, both he and Bryan had driven Kitt up to the Camp, for a long, drawn-out goodbye because they were always sad to see their little drama baby leave for any extended period of time. This time, Bryan couldn't come with, and Kitt was a bit bitter about it. Of course, he hadn't hid it, and he still wasn't hiding it. Such an open little sassy book, he was. He never ceased to entertain, that was a fact.
"I'd see my son off for his third year at camp, though. That's our difference." Kitt said, looking at his nails; trimmed, filed down, and polished, the sunlight streaming in through the tinted windows catching on them and making them gleam. That was another problem with the outside; it always dirtied his beautifully put together self. Last year, he ruined his nails from one of the games. Broke one and got dirt caked under all of the others. He had been so upset. Hana was a doll by helping him repair his horribly abused nails. He promised them that wouldn't happen again this year however, Kitt liked to win. He liked the attention it put on him. Though, he had to decide between having the perfect nails or the attention a win brought. It was a hard choice, one he took way too seriously. Speaking of that precious slut Hana, he needed to text her and see where she was at so he could make sure she wasn't making some fashion faux pas. He worried about his girls and their fashion choices; it was all for their benefit... and his eyes benefit, too.
George snorted. "Such a Daddy's girl! Can't go one minute without him, can you?" as the amused words were uttered, the sleek black Mazda pulled into the parking lot of Camp Liberty. Kitt shot a nasty look at his Dad, whipping his phone out and pulling up his text messages. "You're a Daddy's girl too." he said, laughing at his own joke as he started a new text message. George parked the car and turned to Kitt, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know what we get up to-"
"Oh Hell no, you can stop that right now, Dad!" Kitt shouted to talk over his Dad, looking at him with wide, blue eyes. At his Dad's laughing response, he sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, dropping his head back against the headrest. "Oh why, why, did I end up with you two?!" he asked the ceiling of the car, stomping his foot a little on the floorboard. He loved the two men in his life to death, without them, he wasn't sure where he would be. But sometimes, he really wanted to die when they would tease him with stuff like that. No thank you he didn't want to know how babies were made by them, okay?
George laughed. "Okay, okay, chill. Look, you know Bryan wanted to be here, so stop being a bitter little cunt, and go have a fun summer; you can call him." his Dad said calmly, watching Kitt's head whip to the side to look at him in shock. "Daaaaad!" he yelled, waving his hands a little, "You are on a roll and you need to stop!" that received another laugh from his Dad and Kitt sighed again. He sighed a lot around his parents. They were deserving of every dramatic sigh. He finally realized he hadn't even started a text and quickly went to do so, thumbs flying over the touch screen.
To: my fav slut hanananana
My main bitch! i'm here & i'm queer! where r u??
My main bitch! i'm here & i'm queer! where r u??
"Who're you texting? A boy, I hope." George asked, trying to lean over to look, but Kitt pressed the button on the side of his phone to make the screen go dark and shot his Dad an annoyed look. "No." he said pointedly, pulling down the little ceiling mirror to look his face over. He would check himself over again in the cabin's bathroom, that he knew already. What? He had to make sure he looked his best for the new faces. You never knew who was going to be around to impress. Maybe a cute boy, mhm. He knew, since he was a little later than usual, he was more than likely late to getting the single bed in the Pink cabin. Though, he could be a dreamer and pretend he would have it, right? "It's Han-Han. Probably gonna text Nessa too. That air-head- precious air-head. Sometimes, I worry she might float off." Kitt rambled, flicking at his bangs, which were styled to perfection, not a hair out of place. He winked at himself before letting the mirror snap back into place.
"Have you met any cute boys?" George asked curiously, since Kitt never told them anything about boys from the camp. But, Kitt looked at the dashboard's clock, and whistled low. "Look at that time! Look, Daddy, it's been fun, but I must go. And yes, I can get my bags, no need to help. I got this." after George sighed and decided to not push it, he presented his cheek and Kitt gave it a loud, smacking kiss. "Be good! Don't do anything I wouldn't!" Kitt said in a sing-song voice, opening the door and getting out. Though, he ducked back in, to grab his smaller bag that had been at his feet, and to hear his Dad's reply.
"Well, that doesn't leave much to do then, does it?" George mused jokingly and smiled at his son. "Have fun. Call us soon." he said, voice becoming firm, and Kitt, again, sighed. See? He sighed a lot around his parents. "I will, you boob! Bye-bye, Dad, love you!" he blew him a kiss before closing the door. The trunk was already popped and he got his two, giant suitcases out. Seriously, giant. Kitt even had winter wear in there. Hey, you never know what you might need! His smaller bag had a strap which he put on his shoulder and the other two, he could roll, so he lifted up the handles to roll them behind him. He went to the path that led to the campgrounds and waved at his Dad as he was backing out. He stood there for an extra moment, to watch the black car drive off, and then pulled out his phone again.
To: precious air-headed nessa
guess whos here! u better find me soon, i need a nessa hug u cute whore u
guess whos here! u better find me soon, i need a nessa hug u cute whore u
It didn't take long for him to make his way to the Pink cabin after that. The sun did feel amazing on his skin, though besides that, the outside was an evil place. When he entered the Pink cabin, his dream didn't come true; someone's bag and suitcase was thrown haphazardly on the single bed. Well, shit with a side of fuck. He sighed for the hundredth time that day, it wasn't uncommon for that number to get in the thousands honestly, and put his giant suitcases on the bottom bunk, along with his smaller bag. Afterward, like he knew he would, he went and checked himself in the bathroom mirror, even going ahead and claiming one of the vanity mirrors for himself. After primping himself like the little queen he was, he smacked his lips and decided to go announce his presence to the main hall. The quicker he got there to avoid a possible bug attack - he truly believed they sought him out to attack him - the better. So, off he went, walking through the campgrounds with a confidence a famous model would hold for themselves, and entered the main hall. Of course, he had to go check himself in, let the adults know he was here and present and ready for a summer of good, clean fun! Good, clean fun his sweet perky ass. After standing in line for what felt like forrrevvverrrr, it was time to go into the main hall, and see new and old faces. He stepped into the room, which was quite full by now, and cleared his throat a bit. "Everyone, everyone, calm down! While the Queen has arrived, there is no need to stop what you're doing! Continue on, my peasants, continue on!" he shouted, and while his tone was overall joking, there was an underlying of seriousness to it. He was something to marvel at, and marvel everyone should. With a big smile that showed his pearly whites, he began to move around the room, just to take in the faces, and to see if he saw anyone he knew. It was growing crowded, considering it was drawing closer to the time of official meet and greets or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. It didn't bother Kitt any; it meant more attention on him if he so desired it.