flightless-angel-castiel — Roleplayer Guild

Cassidy Ann Bradbury

Location: media room > main hall
Interacting with: pretty gamer girls briefly sierra and audrey (@Dirty Pretty Lies @HushedWhispers); slightly judging thinking of others; special interest in/mention towards handsome geek wow a fellow geek! shawn (@HaleyTheRandom); the weird flag waver fellow teammate, theodore (@Xilaw)

Cassie appreciated being told she was fine. She didn't expect everyone to be hostile here, but she was nervous, so any little bit of kindness was nice. Her green eyes lingered on Sierra, because holy crap, she hadn't expected to see one of the most well-known gamers here, at her new camp. What a small world, right? She wanted to say something else, had planned too, but then the other pretty girl's phone started chiming. Her eyebrows furrowed when introductions were mentioned. That time already? She had felt like she had just gotten here. She wasn't typically such a nervous person, but she had never been in this type of environment before, so some nerves were to be expected. However, as the one pretty girl included her, she felt some tension leave her shoulders. Of course she followed, feeling like a total noob. Which she was, obviously; that wasn't always a great feeling, though. They entered the main hall which was growing quite crowded, not that it bothered Cassie at all. Actually, now that she felt more relaxed, she felt excitement growing inside her. All these new faces meant possible friends.

She felt sort of rusty in the whole 'friend-making' department but she knew she'd get back into the swing of it soon enough. Especially when she met her team. Ah, yep, her excitement was raising. Something caught her eye and it was a purple flag, being waved above all the moving and talking heads. She wondered if that was common practice, to wave the team's colored flag around. She took a quick look around and saw no one else doing it. Well... at least it was helpful to getting her to her table, she guessed. "I'm gonna go to my team now - but thanks!" Cassie said, giving the one pretty gamer girl a sincere smile, before her green eyes cut to Sierra, her smile turning more shy. Then, she shuffled out into the crowd, as the announcement was being made for introductions to begin. However, the introductions didn't make anyone settle down, and honestly, it was a bit overwhelming to get through the crowd of people. She had lost sight of the purple flag, and while maybe some people had found it stupid to do, she was appreciating the effort someone was putting in to their fellow teammates.

Because, yeah, it was kind of crazy in here. Since she lost track of the flag waver, she decided to just step to the side for a moment while the introductions started up. She'd find her teammates when they introduced themselves, at least. Cassie wasn't much of an observer; she didn't people watch. She learned about a person through talking to them. And, she was learning a lot about the people introducing themselves, that was for sure. First went the pretty gamer girl that had been nice to her. Oh crap, she hadn't gotten her name! But, now she had it, and she'd try her best to remember it. She was pretty forgetful, after all. She rose an eyebrow at Audrey's introduction. She must of been competitive to say that. Honestly, Cassie was waiting to hear someone from her team, but that didn't mean she wasn't looking at everyone. There wasn't much else to do when listening to all this. And, she was a respectful person, and so anyone standing up and talking deserved her attention. At the moment, she stayed leaned against the wall she had went up too. So far, the introductions weren't bad. Just some more tough words thrown around, nothing that bothered her.

Actually, it was kind of fun to hear. Everyone was so serious about this. She hadn't expected it to be taken so seriously, to be honest. Then, these two girls caught her attention, but not because she was seeking out someone pretty to look at, but because one of the girls knocked the other girl's chair back. Cassie's eyes got slightly wide. She was surprised to see violence here, since she had missed the first act of violence. The girl who had been knocked down, Emillie, seemed to recover sort of smoothly. Cassie eyed her for a bit longer before turning her attention away. Okay, so introductions were getting interesting now. The person to go after that strange ordeal caught her attention, only because he looked so fierce. Mathius was his name and by his reaction to a snickering kid, she believed he would tear someone apart. "Avoid him." she said quietly to herself, looking down at her feet.

She thought, maybe, the introductions would go back to some normalcy, or what she thought was normal for here. Just a name, color, and some words about how their team was going to win. That was better than the awkward recovers and threats. But, the next person to go was loud, and even if she didn't want too, she was made to look at him. Jackson Drake. Red. And... he was professing his love to a girl. She was slightly curious about what he did but only one quiet thing came from her, "Avoid him too." was everyone else that was going to introduce themselves seem a bit nuts? Well, at least the next two seemed to be kind of normal... until some chick began to speak. She was pretty, and Cassie was about to check her out, but then she spoke. "What." it wasn't even a question; it was just deadpan because she was completely lost as to what the girl was saying. Without the twins, another set of twins that was kind of funny, she would have just stayed lost in confusion. Though, the twins were sort of confusing themselves. Cassie didn't linger on them, since they weren't from her team, and all three of them would make her head hurt. Not that she wasn't interested in that lingo; it was sort of cool, if she was being honest.

The girl that the Jackson Drake guy had been proclaiming his love too was very pretty. All the girls were so far, it was completely unfair. Cassie wasn't sure where her eyes should land. The guys were handsome, too. "Damnit." she mumbled, because there was too much eye candy in this one room. It was a bit frustrating. Again, she was hoping introductions would go back to somewhat normal. Nonetheless, there were a lot of different people at the camp. The next girl to go was precious, wow. She was a little thing with a bright smile, even if it was nervous. Cassie did snort under her breath when the little cutie, Nessa, tried to get this Holden character to introduce himself, which he seemed to not be into at all. Now that was funny. Not that some of the others hadn't been funny but Holden's uninterest was amusing on its own. The next girl was another pretty one, Cassie was going to die, but it was the guy that went after her that really got Cassie's attention. Anyone who announces themselves as a geek certainly caught her interest and it didn't hurt that he was eye-catching, too. She was a bit disappointed he wasn't on her team but there would be plenty of free time to seek him out, wouldn't there be?

"God, get ahold of yourself, Cass. Thirsty, aren't you?" she mumbled to herself, green eyes still locked on the geeky Shawn. While she had a very deep interest in girls, and wanted to try something, she knew she still liked guys, too. And this guy had her interest hardcore. Quickly, she looked away, cheeks getting a bit darker. Nope, not going there at all. When the next person spoke, it was finally someone from her team. That took a while. Though, there were a lot of people around. Introductions probably always took forever. Theodore Simmons; she'd remember that... or try too. Bad memory and all. He must of been the one waving the flag, or she assumed so. When given the chance, she'd make her way over to him. She didn't want to draw attention to herself by moving through the room. While she wasn't one to shy away from attention, introductions were going on and she didn't want to be rude. Especially when the next girl went; she seemed like she might pass out from her embarrassment. Cassie felt a twinge of pity for her. She didn't pay attention to the twinge for long, though, because the next girl to go was very rude. She stared at this Hana Park in shock but her shock was turned to the next introduction, which was done on top of a table. But even then, she didn't get to linger on that, because two other people entered, and they were loud. Were all the crazy introductions saved for last?

Because if so, hers was going to suck balls. Seriously, she didn't plan on speaking in some weird lingo, or jumping on top tables, or going to town with a drum set thing strapped to her waist - which was impressive, by the way. So, yeah, this introduction was going to look like utter shit next to the most recent ones, and she almost didn't step up. But then decided fuck it. She'd wing it. She didn't want to think about it. She'd just say what came out. Lord pray it would be something good. So, she stepped up, took a deep breath, and... almost choked on her nerves. It wasn't a full on coughing fit; just a couple coughs that she got under control quickly. That was so unlike her, damnit Cassie!! She cleared her throat a bit and thought, smooth. "So now that I have everyone's attention after those... A plus introductions, in which mine is going to look like shit next too, hello! Name's Cassie, or Cass, whatever catches your fancy. Everyone has really cute faces, just so you know, and I'm Purple! If teams have, like, their own geeks or whatever, I'm gonna safely assume I'll be Purple's one and only fabulous geek," she shot Shawn a teasing grin, because Cassie was thirsty, and couldn't help herself to seek the dark-haired teen out, before looking around the room. Her eyes did briefly linger on Sierra Jameson because she was still sort of star-struck by her but she quickly recovered and announced, "Uh, go team, I guess, whoo!" she finished, clapping her own hands, before finally moving over to where Theodore was at. Well, her heart was pounding, but she was all smiles. "Hello, fellow purple!" she said kindly, plopping down right beside him, where an convenient open seat was. She gave him a beaming smile, because she wanted to have a slightly good first impression for one of her fellow teammates.

William August Whittaker

location: main hall watching all this amazingly crazy shit go down.
interacting with: people watching and drawing opinions on everyone; eventual mention at dat hot drummer boy tate (@lovely complex); that chick with the talented tongue luisa (@Fabricant451); loud mouth pretty boy kitt.

William was a people-watcher. He always had been, even when he was little. He loved sitting in public places, observing everyone and thing going by, making up stories for them in his head. He had quite the active imagination, though he tried to not let it get too out of hand, or else he'd be sitting around for hours watching people (which he had done before, it was actually relaxing). There were plenty of people to observe as the main hall was getting filled, bodies shuffling to tables and empty chairs, a constant buzz of conversation in the air. It was relaxing to William, who enjoyed crowded settings just for the watching. He settled in, sinking down in his chair a little with his legs straight out, ankles crossed, and arms across his chest. He pushed the gum around in his mouth with his tongue; he probably looked pretty unapproachable, to be honest, and that thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He was still tired from the flight he had taken yesterday to get here and so this position was the most acceptable for his jet lagged state. He didn't even notice that his stretched out legs were possibly in anybody's way, because his mind was wandering, and he was focused on just simply observing. However, when someone purposefully kicked his feet as they went back, it made him aware of where his legs were. The someone was shooting him a slightly annoyed look and William, being the mature young adult he was, stuck his tongue, thus his gum, out at her, making her pull a face and disappear into the crowd. Hey, she had started it, and he was tired, damnit. Nonetheless, he scooted his body up a little, but not by much. He began to relax again but, then it felt like a crackle went through the air as a fight broke out, not too far from William, either. 

Well. That made him lean up more. The first thing William noted about the yelling chick were her eyebrows. Those bushy caterpillars above her angry eyes were something to marvel at, though William didn't have time to properly admire them, since some guy with a bushy head full of crazy blonde hair was equally as angry at her. Will's eyebrows shot up when the two were ready to exchange blows. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so boring. He had expected to see some interesting things but not a fight on his first day. The rest sort of went like this: someone stepped in and stopped bushy blonde headed guy from delivering a punch, someone with a smile that could rival the sun's own brightness took a picture of the whole ordeal, someone with great wavy hair seemed to be talking not only bushy blonde headed guy down but everyone else too; bushy blonde headed guy was very upset and had no qualms about announcing it vocally, wavy haired girl seemed to lay down the law, then three from the strange group left. It was a lot to take in, in the short amount of time it happened, but the only thought William had was, I hope that angry guy isn't on my team. Of course, he would find out later, his hopes were pointless. 

Since the fight was over, but tensions were still lingering in the air, he went back to observing. A lot of people were still casually talking, like a fight hadn't just broken out not even two minutes ago. Maybe that was common here. Some sort of weird tradition to have a fight break out on the first day, before the day had even gotten properly started. Not much else was happening, and William was content to slump, watch, and chew his gum, looking like a tired teenager, one who needed coffee. Aw, no, brain, why did you think of coffee? Coffee sounds like life right about now. he thought dramatically, letting out a soft sigh. For the rest of the time until introductions, he was fantasizing about a big mug of black coffee... then that turned into a bag of Cheetos... which turned into a bag of skittles... and now his was stomach was making hungry sounds and he had nothing to feed it. He was ready to get up, go find something to eat now, he couldn't stand not having something in his hands that was edible, when introductions were beginning. He almost groaned but resisted... barely. He was tired and now hungry on top of it. Just great. Maybe the introductions would take his mind off of it. After all, there were some obviously interesting people here at the camp.

Audrey Peterson was his leader. She seemed pretty straight-forward, which didn't bother Will at all, and looked like someone who spent a lot of time in the sun. The next person to go looked like some sort of body-builder, another one to claim their team was going to win. Before William could linger on that thought, it looked like the guy sat back down only to immediately stand up again, but they were just twins. Both had the same big-muscled look and hair, and the only way that William would be able to tell them apart was how their fashion styles differed. Will was good with faces and names, but twins could be tricky. The next introduction was one that made Will feel second-hand embarrassment. He cringed a little as the blonde-haired girl made a poor recovery from being knocked into the floor by a girl who looked to be gentle but obviously was not. Worse was, they were on the same team. Admittedly, William was a bit excited to see how that played out for Team Blue. The next guy to get up reminded him of the twins in terms of build; he was built too. Seesh, William was beginning to feel like a shrimp with some of these guys around. He had more a lean build rather than a muscled one; when was one of his fellow shrimps going to stand up and introduce themselves?

Though, this guy looked a lot more intimidating. Of course this power house is on my team. he thought, raising an eyebrow at his threat. But, he had to stop himself from smiling at the practical snarl he did towards a kid; it shouldn't be funny but it kind of was. The kid looked like he about shit himself and William totally shouldn't be amused... but he totally was. Not that he'd show it. Well, he knew who the intimidation factor was on his team now. His eyes snapped to a very loud voice, announcing itself as Jackson Drake. It was the bushy blonde headed guy who been ready to lay in on that chick with the wonderful eyebrows. William was glad someone had stopped it; those eyebrows deserved to be loved, not abused. "Oh no." he accidentally mumbled out loud when he heard Jackson was on his team. He was going to be killed, wasn't he? Will wasn't half as brutal or angry as Mathias or Jackson, so they might eat him alive. But, he was on their team. Some mercy had to be given, right? He didn't linger on it for much longer, because then Jackson was apologizing to some chick named Ash. The one that had laid down the law earlier. Wow. Well, the proclamation of love... was sort of romantic in a really charmingly boyish way, William had to give him that. Will thought the little dance number at the end just made it and while he might be wondering if Jackson would bludgeon him to death in his sleep, there was a bit of admiration for that loud, and definitely weird, apology. The Ash girl hadn't seemed that interested during the whole thing, but she was leaving with him, so something obviously worked.

The next person to stand up, even from where William sat, he could tell the dude had some piercing blue eyes. Like... amazingly blue. They were as amazing as the chick's eyebrows next to him. Though, blue-eyed dude's introduction was very... bland compared to everyone else's. It was a sudden change in pace from what had been going on so far. Though, Eyebrow Chick made a bit of a strange introduction. Was that the norm around here? Loud and proud and strange introductions? Also, yes, William was getting everyone's name, but he also liked to make up stupid and obvious nicknames for people in his head, too. It seemed introductions were beginning to get back on the weird track, because some blonde that looked like she spent a lot of time on the beach stood up and... completely threw William off. What was she saying? His confusion was written all over his face. What lingo, as she called it, was that? William was a curious creature by nature and he was very intrigued by the- surfer, another set of twins were translating. His eyes lingered on Surfer Chick, before turning to the twins. They were like the opposite of the bodybuilder twins in appearance. Will probably wouldn't bother to figure out which one was which, honestly.

The next intro to happen was from someone so adorable and sweet, Will was afraid he'd get cavities if he kept watching and listening to her. Her introduction would probably be the sweetest and cutest one, Will realized. He doubted anyone could top that amount of innocence and cuteness. The Little Kip as Will had deemed her, tried to get someone named Holden to introduce himself. Will's eyes lingered on Holden, waiting for him to get up, but... he didn't. Actually, he seemed pretty uninterested in it all, and Will did wonder how the quiet teen wasn't feeding off of Little Kip's bubbly energy. He was staring at the seemingly adorable ball of energy, because it was hard to not stare at something so cute, when a clapping caught his attention. He wasn't sure which introduction was more awkward - this Gray girl's or Chair Girl's. Either way, he again experienced secondhand embarrassment on behalf of someone else at this camp. He really didn't like that feeling; it made him want to just sink in his chair. The Geek Guy that went next caught Will's eye. He had been trying to not think about it, but there were a lot of lookers at this camp. The Geek Guy had some pretty amazing-looking hair. It was hard to keep his eyes off of the ones he found most attractive. He could look, couldn't he? No harm in that. Wandering eyes never hurt anyone.

The purple team member that went next had as dull of an intro as Blue Eyes had earlier. Straight to the point, with a small fact, done. Will wasn't sure which ones he preferred, but the loud and proud ones were making him not doze off on the spot. Outside Guy had seated himself and a girl stood up, clearing her throat. Unlike some of the other girls around here, this girl looked like she didn't get outside much from how pale she was. But, he didn't linger on her looks, because she spoke. And yep, he found the most awkward intro. He doubted anything could top this one, and that secondhand embarrassment came back in ten fold. He was seriously concerned that Nervous Nelly was going to just fall out in the floor. Instead, she just crumbled back in her chair and buried her head in her hands. Seesh, William felt pity for her. By far, the most awkward introduction ever. He highly doubted anything could top that one. Some really pretty Asian girl began to speak. Seriously, she was beautiful - until she kept speaking, that was. Will really believed that an ugly personality could make a person less attractive. While their beauty was still noticeable, and he could acknowledge it, he still saw the ugliness of their words. He could only stare at her as she kept going, a bit of surprise on his face. Even compared to Intimidating Math's threatening introduction, for some reason, Hana Park's little speech seemed like the harshest one so far. Avoid that chick, for sure.

Oh, here went another yelling intro. William was beginning to get used to the volumes raising and falling in this room. And it was someone else getting up on something taller in height, this time on a table though. Oh, the leader of the supposed Wolf Pack got the jab back at Pinky Park. A really hard jab, too. If asked, William wouldn't know whose introduction was the best so far. Honestly, he was stuck between Bushy Blondie's, Little Kip's, and Alpha Wolf's. Though, he would know whose to choose, once the next two people entered. Of course it had been completely unexpected; William had thought some people were loud on their own, ha! The girl who entered had shockingly bright hair; it started out as a darker red before fading into something lighter, and doing it again, and wow. It was beautiful and William kind of loved it. Sunset, is what came to mind. Sunset Girl, yep, he was so original and great. However, the person that came in behind her caught his eye, and held it. Like the girl, he had pretty outlandish hair, too; it was peeking out from beneath the hat atop his head, the black of the hat contrasting with its brightness. William meant outlandish in the best way possible. It was a bleach blonde, shockingly so.

While majority of the introductions before had caught his full interest, this one was loud, noisy, but in a great way. It made him lean up, using his feet to straighten himself out, eyes locked on the guy with a bass drum with attachments that was strapped to his waist. Sunset Girl had a sax and somehow, the music was coming together to create a wonderful sound that was appealing to William's ears. He had a thing for music, could listen to any of it with contentment, but the best music was spontaneous, different, weird and this little show made this whole introduction thing so much better. He was caught up in the music, a slight smile forming on his face, as his hazel eyes watched the Drummer Boy go to town. Briefly, his eyes cut to Sunset Girl, the amazing way she handled that sax, and somehow, these two blended it all together to make something amazing. His eyes returned to Dummer Boy only to realize he was passing their table. Subconsciously, he straightened himself up even more, not wanting to look like a slumping bum. What did he care, though? Okay, he did care when those blue eyes were on him. Holy shit. that was the only thought that passed through his head, his face a bit blank from his surprise. Drummer Boy's eyes were a striking blue and the only reason William looked away from them was to watch the drum mallet go into the air, glancing at Dummer Boy's hand slapping the bass, drumstick hitting every note and cue with beautiful ease, before he caught the mallet on its downward fall. It all happened so smoothly, like he had done it countless times, and that shouldn't intrigue Will as much as it did.

It hadn't helped that Will was quickly realizing he was very much attracted to musical types at this very moment. When a confident nod was directed at him, his blank expression finally broke, the barest of smiles coming onto his smile. Drummer Boy just became a thousand times more attractive in Will's eyes. Any guy who was that good with his hands would catch his attention, but the way Drummer Boy held himself, how he moved around, how he played the drums with such effortless ease, was keeping his attention. His eyes didn't leave Drummer Boy, even as he moved on; he felt like his heart was pounding as loud as the bass drum. Had they practiced this before? Will expected they had, so he'd be surprised if he ever learned it wasn't practiced. He found his eyes drift briefly to Sunset Girl, amazed by how well these two played. Though, he noticed the way Drummer Boy played for another girl, one who had yet to introduce herself, and hummed quietly to himself. Maybe the Drummer Boy always went up to random people and played for them; either way, Will enjoyed it too much, and damn, was that girl beautiful. She reminded him of a china doll. Even though he wasn't into girls, he could see why Drummer Boy was playing to her. 

He went back to watching Sunset Girl once she had her short solo. He was impressed by both of them an extreme amount. Though, once the song was over, his attention was pulled back to Drummer Boy. The room felt oddly empty now without the upbeat music filling it. He overheard Drummer Boy tell someone he was cute - and he was. Will couldn't fault him for being honest there. The boy had a face that would draw anyone in and Will's eyes lingered on him before they snapped back to Drummer Boy when he yelled. He let out a quiet snort under his breath at what Drummer Boy yelled. He agreed; that was how you make an entrance. Tate Demerson. Hm. Will wouldn't be forgetting that name, or face, anytime soon. He didn't know why, but he found it endearing, how Drummer Boy sat on the floor rather than in a chair. He paid attentin to Sunset Girl, his eyebrows shooting up at her suggestive little speech. So, yeah, these two muscial siblings totally were going to have the best intro ever, weren't they? He couldn't imagine anyone beating that.

He thought that would be it, and someone else would go. Maybe he would, who the hell knew. He didn't really want to stand up, though; he had finally gotten his seat warmed. But, Sunset Girl spoke again, and at her words, Will's eyes got a bit bigger. He glanced over at the pretty Doll Girl, safely assuming that was her. Whoa, way to be straight-forward about that. He didn't want to, again, say something was funny, when it shouldn't be, but he did feel a twinge of amusement. Well, he should probably take his eyes off of Drummer Boy then. He wasn't here for that anyway. Despite telling himself that, though, his unwavering hazel eyes  locked onto the sitting drummer and stayed for several minutes - until someone sounded like they were choking. He looked over at the red-head, who seemed to do a better recovery than Chair Girl, but still not the greatest one, and slightly rose an eyebrow at her words. Well, he knew he had a cute face, but he appreciated hearing it from someone else, he guessed. Her eyes did sweep over him, pausing, and he rose an eyebrow at her, just to watch her quickly look away. William was a nice guy, he swore, he just liked messing with people. Though, he noticed the way she reacted towards Geek Guy, and well, guess she was Geek Girl now. Mr. and Mrs. Geek; The Geeks. William, shut up. he thought to himself. Hunger and lack of sleep were getting to him. He looked around, waiting for someone else to get up. Well... fuck. Might as well get this over with. He didn't have a problem with crowds but that didn't mean he wanted all the attention directed at him. He was a watcher, not a... watch-ee. Eyes briefly landing on Drummer Boy, he stood up, decided it would be best if he didn't stand atop a piece of furniture, took a deep breath to begin, and- he was completely interrupted by a boy dragging a chair into the middle of the room, getting up on it, and announcing his presence. He even addressed William, telling him to hold on, and Will's annoyance spiked. Oh, no way was he going to let this cute as fuck boy interrupt him.

KITT SANDERS & OLIVER CASH

Location; lobby » main hall
Interacting With;
kitt: adorable little pup oli (@foxygen); the gray grey wolf ariel; freckled heaven will; annoying drummer tate; his best bitch hana; fucking ghost alex (@Wade Wilson); his precious air-head nessa.
oli: kitt kittredge american boy kitt.
collab with the great foxy

If Kitt was asked to give a reason as to why he approached Oliver in the first place, rather than “Have you looked at his face? And you’re going to ask me that? with his trademark ‘you gotta be shitting me, you idiot’ look, he would have to take pause. The first thing that had drawn him to the pup was his face, how young and youthful he appeared, with glaringly blue eyes, set beneath a mop of brown hair that looked soft to the touch, and that unhappy look on his face. He had been precious, and Kitt had immediately been taken. The second thing that he noticed, were his clothes. Yikes, did he need help with those. However, if he had to give a reason now, he’d probably roll his eyes while saying, “I feel like there’s more to him than just this nervous little thing and I’m a curious person, sue me.” it was hard to not like the little pup upon first meeting him. There was something about him that Kitt just- liked. He knew he really should not, not only would Oli not want him but he was a Grey wolf at that. Hana really didn’t need to find out about his new fancy, the only fancy he had ever had since beginning to come to this camp two years ago (but she totally would find out later). Nobody had caught his eye quite like the pup before, and even Kitt was a bit thrown by just how much interest he had taken in the boy.

For the second time that day, Kitt was rendered speechless. But not because someone was harshly grabbing him again and behaving like he had just ran over their cat, but because the new little pup reached out and smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt, straightened it up for him, and all Kitt could do was stare up at Oli with both his eyebrows rose. It did surprise him - the pup didn’t seem like the touchy type at all, and for him to help Kitt out with his outfit... that would put anyone in Kitt’s good graces, and the taller boy had already been heading that way. He managed to crack a smile, mind still a bit thrown by all that had happened earlier, and slow to properly catch up to everything. Then, it was time to head back into the Hall, and Kitt felt his nerves spike when Alex walked with them. He knew the towering height wouldn’t make a grab for him again but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t stop racing as they entered through the doors. Though, when they got in there, Alex was shouting, making Kitt cringe just the slightest, and going off to sit with the rest of the pack.

Kitt quickly scanned the room, looking for some of his fellow Pinks. At the moment, he couldn’t see any, and the damn tables designated for team colors always changed position each year, he learned that quickly, and there were so many new bitches, people were scattered anyway. Kitt wasn’t sure why they tried to keep order around here; it never worked. Before he went on his journey for his bitches, he paused, glancing at the pup. He removed his hands from his pockets, now feeling calmer that Alex was calmed down and away from him, and that he would soon have a spotlight on himself for an introduction. He turned to Oli for a brief moment, giving a smile bordering on playful, and reached out. “For that stress you caused me,” he began playfully, lightly tugging on the flaps of the, frankly, ridiculous jacket Oli wore, “You need to let me help you with your clothes… not that there isn't something endearing about the look on you, but it is hurting my eyes, okay, sweetie?” he didn’t let his hands linger on the pup’s jacket, instead immediately dropping them after a few teasing tugs, and looking up at him with seriousness, with an expression that said even if Oli denied, he’d get his way. Because Kitt always got his way.

Oli hadn’t really intended on making any new friends when he came here - really, he just wanted an escape from his family - but here he was, surrounded by people who he could call his own. Honestly, he was most surprised by Kitt. The pink teamer was definitely out of place with all the “grey wolves,” and, out of the corner of his eye, Oliver observed Kitt whilst he looked around, assumedly looking for his own group. Oli wondered if they were as tight-knit as grey seemed to be; if Kitt had the pleasure of a safety net of his own, if there was someone he could confide in. It really didn’t seem that way, from the speech Kitt had given after Ghost jumped on him. Kitt sounded incredibly lonely, misunderstood, and the newcomer would have opined that he was sorted into the wrong team had Kitt not proven himself to be so royal and laughably hedonistic. Oliver had a sneaking suspicion that the whole I am queen, bow before me, give me your good graces or else I’ll criticise your outfit act wasn’t all there was to the pink teamer. As much as he could entertain himself with overanalyzing someone he’d just met, making assumptions galore, he desperately wanted to just… learn more about Kitt. Which felt funny.

The hands on his jacket were, oddly, not too overstimulating. All the sounds in the room were bad for him, sure, and you’d think being touched would only make him worse, but Oliver didn’t mind too much - somehow, without doing a lot at all, Kitt made it easy to trust him. He supposed it was the vulnerability Sanders showed back in the lobby, but even Oli’s undying cynicism wasn’t acting up like it usually did. Hell, he’d even found the courage to reach out and correct the composition of Kitt’s shirt earlier, completely uninvited. That was a new deal. In spite of the smile on Kitt’s face, Oli briefly panicked at the beginning of his sentence, blinking innocuously as if to convince him that no, he really didn’t harbour any malice to intentionally cause Kitt stress, but it was apparent soon enough that the Pink was just teasing. He watched Kitt’s hands drop and this felt almost unreal. No one’d really offered to spend time with Oliver Cash out of their own free will (except for Ash just recently, and that was what made this even stranger), and he squinted at Kitt, reconsidering how quickly he’d chosen to trust the other boy. Nevertheless, the offer made him curious. “N — now?” he wondered aloud, shifting his feet. Wait. Of course not. There was no time. He shook his head to dismiss the dumb question. “Yeah. Yeah, sure.” He cursed himself for not being as bold as Kitt. “...thank you.” Oli mentally begged him not to ask why he’d been thanked, because, c’mon, it was hard to explain not being used to generosity.

Kitt heard the introductions starting, briefly caught the voice of Audrey Peterson being the first one to go. Of course she was, she had a big mouth. He nearly rolled his eyes but resisted, because little pup was replying to him, and he would gladly ignore introductions, and the attention he could get from them, in favor for the attention he received from this strange boy. He rose an eyebrow at Oli’s squint, a silent inquiry of what was going through his head. The more the Pink member was around the little pup, the more he noticed that Oli was very… intuitive. Being observant himself, when it peaked his interest or benefited him, and by how closely he was paying attention to the pup, he was noticing a few things that he wanted to get to know better. Though, starting a friendship might be a bit of a bad idea, considering the difference in team colors, and how those teams viewed one another. But, here he was, hoping Oli would say yes to spending more time with him. You are being a desperate cunt, Kitt. he scolded himself in his own head, as the little pup stuttered out the word ‘now.’ 

Kitt blinked, watching the way Oli shifted on his feet, and that was another thing to add to the endearing list he had growing for the new pup. His smile turned more to the soft side, and he didn’t laugh at Oli’s mistake, but he did feel some amusement over it. He, himself, didn’t linger on the mistake the pup made, not wanting to embarrass him or possibly make him feel stupid. See? Kitt had a heart. A very big heart, actually; he just knew how to hide it. That big heart of his skipped a beat when the little pup accepted his offer. He honestly hadn’t expected it. Well, he sort of had, but it was still nice to hear. Either way, Kitt was going to get to spend time with Oli. Once the shorter boy had his eyes set on a new friend, he went for it. He had never set his eyes on someone for a possible… thing though, and that was different. Sure, there were plenty of good-looking guys around the camp, but none had never caught his attention. Until now, obviously. Something about Oli just drew the self-proclaimed Queen in and Kitt was hoping he could figure out what, exactly, as this relationship continued - because Kitt was determined for it too.

He took the thanks in stride. He liked to think he was being thanked because Oli noticed his amazing fashion sense and realized he was being saved. “Don’t thank me, sweetie. Cuties like you deserve to be dressed accordingly!” while it seemed like Kitt could be teasingly flirting, he was actually very serious about his compliment. He was honest, to the point of being blunt, and he had never really flirted before in his life. So, when he spoke like this, he wasn’t teasing, not even flirting - he was telling it like he saw it, like he always did.

Thanking God that Kitt wasn’t the type to make fun of simple misunderstandings, Oli returned the gentle smile on the pink teamer’s face, although his was somewhat less endearing by comparison. While he noticed Kitt had a sweet way of lighting up his entire face, even when the grin was soft and passive like now, Oliver’s smiles were always touched with a slight grimace, like he’d never been taught to properly look happy or he was just completely underdeveloped facewise. The comment from Kitt was far more affectionate than he expected, and Oli’s little half-smile faded, though not from any upset - he was purely surprised, unsure what to make of the compliment. Was this how people made friends, being as nice as Kitt was? Jesus. Oli made a mental note to remind himself he had to step up his politeness game. He certainly wasn’t doing so well now, acting all awkward around Kitt. He nearly mustered up another ‘thank you,’ but Kitt had just instructed him not to, so he breathed out in something of a nervous laugh before bowing his head graciously. 

His eyes went round quickly, scouring the immediate area for a place to sit (and hopefully convince Kitt to stay), but someone addressed him before he could find them a permanent spot to take over. He watched Ash with wide eyes, the realisation striking that he’d not have her help when his time came to speak up - if he even would, like, were these really necessary introductions? - but he nodded understandingly nevertheless, turning to watch the ‘Mother Wolf’s’ back as she retreated. He waited a few moments, anxious, before turning to Kitt again, avoiding his eyes. He gestured vaguely towards an empty, short bench, with seemingly enough room for more than a couple of people, and shot Kitt a pleading look (which he instantly regretted - not like he was trying to guilt trip a possible new friend). “Hey - um - do you want to stay here?” He bit his lip before he could say anything too stupid, and avoided even sparing a glimpse towards the pink team gathering off in the distance. Surely he’d get some malice for stealing away Kitt, should he accept the proposal.

Kitt was having some trouble of fully concentrating on Oli. The introductions were going strong and for the most part, the Pink member could have tuned them out in favor of continuing this small conversation in the back, away from where all the action was properly going on. But then he heard Jackson Drake shouting and that was a hard voice to ignore. He nearly cringed at the sound of it. Of course he was proclaiming his love to Ash and making a huge scene alongside his apology. Of course. He almost sighed, was ready to tell the little pup that Jackson was an angry, MMA fighting menace, when he noticed Oli’s eyes looking a bit wide. His lips had already parted, and he shut his mouth, before going to ask if everything was okay, when Ash came over. He had vaguely caught where Ash said she was going to take that red menace to clean his wounds. Mama Wolf was an interesting character, that Kitt had always thought about her. He, again, was going to tell the pup something about Mother Wolf and Lovesick Menace, his own blue eyes glancing around, when he caught the gesture Oli made out of the corner of his eye. He focused on the taller boy again, blinking in a bit of surprise.

He hadn’t expected Oli to offer him to stay with the wolf pack. Well, it was more on the edge of the wolf pack, right on the line of their “territory.” Still, the self-proclaimed Queen knew he would not be welcomed. And what about Hana and Nessa? He still had to seek them out, and if Hana saw him sitting with a grey member, even a new one, he knew there would be a lot of questions later. But, looking at Oli, and seeing how… anxious he seemed, he couldn’t say no. He couldn’t just throw the pup to the wolves - ha - and not help in some sort of way. He had started all of this, came over and started a conversation with Oli, and if the pup was beginning to feel comfortable around him, well, Kitt wasn’t a bitch enough to snatch that away and say, ‘nope, figure it out!’ or something along those lines. Even if it may cause Kitt some future problems, he let a reassuring smile come onto his face. “Why not, doll? I can fill you in on the idiots who have been here more than one year - there’s some juicy stuff to tell you,” he said, giving Oli a waggle of the eyebrows while biting down on his bottom lip excitedly. Kitt gossip’d, of course he did, and to fill in a newbie on some of these bitches here at the camp? To be the first one too? Yeah, Kitt was going to enjoy that a lot. 

Those bold words were enough to help Oliver settle down in all his mental turmoil, and he breathed out in something of relief, praying it wasn’t too noticeable, before realising what exactly Kitt had offered. Did he really want the inside look on everyone’s business? Sure, he’d been making up details for all of them, but in this way - gossip, how pathetically juvenile that sounded - he wasn’t so sure. Nevertheless, it was interesting, and not the type of thing Oli would just shrug off when it was handed to him on a silver platter like now. The devious little dance Kitt’s eyebrows did provoked a little laugh to rise from the back of Oli’s throat, resisting turning into full volume but still bewilderingly more audible than even his natural voice. He backed up towards the seating he’d claimed for them and hesitated, moving to the side so that Kitt could take his place first, before dropping down beside him. 

Kitt thought he heard a breath of relief from Oli, but it was hard to really tell, since it had been so quiet, and he was partly listening to who was doing their intro. If they kept standing here, the pup was going to miss out on hearing some good stuff. Though, he was distracted for a brief moment from his thoughts, when he heard the small laugh from the pup. His eyebrows rose up in slight surprise, and his smile stayed on his face. Ha, he felt successful in some way for that, and there was a bit of pride growing in his chest now. Once they were at the seating, closer to the wolf pack than Kitt was fully comfortable with, he took the part of the little bench that was farthest away from the Greys, and scanned the area of the room he could see better now. He caught sight of Hana off to the side, Nessa and Holden elsewhere, and glanced over at Oli, at how close he was to the infamous Grey wolf pack. He probably wouldn’t be noticed over here right away, considering the room was slightly crowded and people were scattered to begin with. So, he scooted closer to Oli, making sure he wasn’t touching him but close, and crossed his legs before leaning over to start telling him what he knew of some of the people speaking.

They sat down just in time to catch the end of Tis’ introduction. He rolled his eyes a bit at her lingo. “I don’t know much about her because I can’t understand her. Some bullcrap surfer lingo, I dunno. Makes me never wanna visit a beach, to be honest.” he whispered to Oli, again making sure he wasn’t invading the pup’s personal space too much. He was joking about the last sentence; he had been to the beach a couple times and it wasn’t horrible. It wasn’t his most preferred place in the world; indoors were much better. He wouldn’t recommend Oli doing what he does, whichwas just outright tell Tis he can’t understand a fucking word coming out of your mouth, you need to have a translator with you at all times, hon. Once the twins were translating, he let out a little tsk. “All I gotta say is: they will give you a headache. Not just because they’re annoying but because they won’t tell you which one they actually are, obviously,” he mumbled to Oli, eyes flickering around the room. He wondered when one of his girls would stand up so he could give them praises to the young pup. As if summoning one, Nessa stood up. He nearly clapped his hands in excitement but managed not too. That was his child, okay? “That is Nessa. I’ll introduce you to her later, she is precious. Not as precious as you, but still very precious.” he paused as she tried, and failed, to get Holden to say hello. He sighed just a bit. “Take a look at Holden - that’s all you need to know. He still acts like he doesn’t know me- offensive, right? Or… he actually forgets who I am, which is still offensive. He’s off in his own world a lot.”

Of course, Kitt would eventually be noticed by one of the wolves, and it had to be Ariel Gray. Not that Kitt had had much interaction with her before, besides the passing words Pink and Grey were always throwing at one another. Considering how this was going with Oli, and what he saw with Ash, he wasn’t going to exactly write her off like he would have before. Hana would be so pissed when she heard about this - and saw him over here, too. He wasn’t going to lie to her about it. At the word ‘Alton’, he leaned away from the pup, straightening himself up and pursing his lips in reply to her words. Another wolf was biting at him and he was going to dish it back, of course he was, but suddenly, her demeanor changed, surprising him. What the hell was going on this year? What, is Oli making some the pack members nicer and more open to Kitt? The shorter boy glanced at the pup before looking back to Ariel. Before he could say anything, however, she was climbing onto one of the tables and clapping. Oh, well, fuck you too then. he thought before looking at Oli.

“I think you make them more civil, Oli.” he joked, smiling some. This first day was the strangest first day he had ever had here at camp. Then again, he had never showed such strong interest in another boy here, and the boy was in another team, and he was breaking the “laws of the land” for sticking around here. More like the “laws of Pink and Grey,” since they both went at each other’s throats almost more than any other team did. Introductions kept going, not much time for talking since Kitt focused on who was speaking next. “Shawn just told you who he is so I don’t even need to tell you he is a geek.” someone overhearing might think Kitt was saying that as if it was a bad thing, but he really wasn’t. He just stating the fact. To each their own, right? Unless it was clothes. Oh God, that was when Kitt stepped in and intervened. When an unknown face stood up, Theodore Simmons, Kitt made a small ohh’ing noise. “He’s new…” the next thing came out in a mumble, “Please, someone with fashion sense, stand up before my eyes pop out of my head.”

When the new girl stood up, Nicoletta Soriano, Kitt almost cursed. How hard is it to color coordinate outfits?! Honestly! he huffed inside his own head, when the new face spoke - or… attempted too. Oh no, Kitt actually felt bad for the poor thing. He made another ‘ohh’ sound, but this was softer, more pitying. “She’s obviously new. Poor thing, I hope she doesn’t faint. That happened last year- some kid got so nervous, plop. Right into the floor.” he paused, blinking and glancing at the pup. “You know, that- that doesn’t happen to everyone, and it isn’t that bad standing up. My first year, I wasn’t even in Pink, and I was so nervous- it happens to everyone, even the best ones like moi.” he joked lightly at the end, elbow briefly brushing against Oli’s side, not quite a nudge, but an almost one. Then, he heard a familiar voice, and his attention snapped to his best girl, Hana Park. Her intros were always ones for the book, in his honest opinion. She didn’t hide anything and that was what he loved about her. She was dead honest. Admittedly, he was a little relieved she hadn’t seen him in the wolf’s territory yet. He wasn’t quite noticeable but after the next few introductions, he was going to make himself known. For now, though, he listened to Hana throw shade at everyone, and pressed his hand over his mouth to try and prevent a smile. He shouldn’t enjoy how blunt and harsh she was but he really did. At the mention of the Grey Team, though, he quickly glanced at Oli and dropped his hand. He wasn’t going to be dishonest about who his best friends here were. “Hana is my most favorite bitch - my second year here, I was put in Pink, and she basically took me under her wing. Her very fashionable wing, thank God. She… doesn’t like Grey, obviously, but she’ll like you- who couldn’t like your face?!” actually, he wasn’t so sure about the last thing he said. He planned on talking to Hana as soon as possible about his new interest. Again, he wasn’t going to hide it from her. And, he was obvious, since he was sitting next to the pup.

Alex went next and Kitt hadn’t been expecting it. He jumped just a little at his loud start, before twisting a little to look at him, where he made a table his stage. He didn’t really care what he was saying - until he said something about Hana, that is. His eyebrows furrowed as a frown marred his face. Only he was allowed to call Hana a bitch. Because he meant it lovingly. Oh, and look, a jab at Pink. Big surprise! He scoffed under his breath, turning away and crossing his arms over his chest. Ghost wanted to be like that? Okay, then. Kitt began to get up, ready to deliver his own biting jabs back in defense of his best bitch, when the doors opened and oh no, the Demerson siblings. Their entrance was big and loud, like the siblings themselves tended to be in personality, and Kitt settled back down because no way would he be able to interrupt that. He wanted too but he knew once they got started, there was no stopping them. So, all he could was watch, arms crossed over his chest, lips pursed. They were so annoying, God help Kitt, he thought he was about to scream. He glanced over at Oli, to see his reaction to this sudden loud entrance, when his attention was pulled back to Tate. Because Tate seemed to get caught up in looking at Oliver now, rather than some guy from Red or that damn Fauna chick, and Kitt did not like that, at all. His eyes narrowed when Tate got closer, the drummer’s focus solely on Oli, and Kitt had the sudden urge to kick out like a horse at him. He didn’t, of course, he was never violent, but this one moment, he wanted to be.

When the song ended, I think I’m deaf now!, Tate boldly told the pup he was cute and that, honestly, shocked Kitt into just staring between the two with slightly widened eyes. His mind could only conjure up one thought: You Demerson bitch. A third time today, Kitt had been rendered speechless, and could only sit there, frozen, as his mind tried to think of something to do. Then, his damn sister, Luisa, was addressing Oli after a, frankly, disgusting introduction, and what she said made Kitt’s annoyance spike. Oliver will be no one’s side dish! he thought in a surge of protectiveness, finally snapping out of his frozen state. Oh-ho, he was going to have so much to say in his intro, that was for sure. However, some damn red-head began choking and beat him to it. Shut the fuck up and move on, Red. he thought harshly, not even bothering to pay attention to her name. As she was finishing up, he hopped up. He began looking around for an empty chair, before pausing. He turned to the pup and reached out. “Be right back,” he told him, giving the spot above his elbow a quick squeeze, adding a playful wink to the end of his sentence, before shooting an openly distasteful look in Tate’s direction. There wasn’t an empty chair around him but he’d make one. Shoulders squared, he went over to some face he didn’t know, and asked sickly sweet if he could have his chair. When he looked at him like he was crazy, and said no, Kitt grabbed the back of it and dumped them out of it. He was growing angry, and Kitt didn’t often feel anger, and that was showing. He didn’t know how to quite handle it. The guy he had just knocked into the floor must of saw Kitt’s seething look, because he just grumbled and got up. “Sorry!” Kitt chirped loudly at the guy, dragging the chair into the middle of the room.

He plopped the chair down, for everyone to see him properly, climbed onto it, and clapped his hands once, and loudly. He had noticed some guy with freckles for days about to speak and held out his hand to him. “Hold on, hon, one sec.” he said, and cleared his throat. “I am Kitt Sanders and-”

“Well, Kitt Sanders, I think I was going to speak first,” William interrupted, stepping closer to the chair, and looking up at the smaller boy. Kitt looked down at him and narrowed his eyes a bit, before sighing loudly. “This is important, okay? You can have the chair next.” he said, waving his hand at Will. And while Will didn’t like the dismissive hand wave, Kitt hadn’t been that rude and all eyes were on them and so, yeah, Will took a step back, crossed his arms, and waited. He was annoyed, sure, but he didn’t want to start a scene and he wasn’t stupid; if he kept trying to get Kitt to shut up, it would turn into a scene. William hated being involved in those. He hated how far in the middle of the room he was right now; he was okay with crowds until all eyes were on him. It made him uncomfortable, a bit tense, making his annoyance slowly turn into anger, but he managed to simply watch Kitt, to see what was so important.

Kitt let out a breath, looking around the room, eyes lingering on Oli briefly. “Anyway! As I was saying,” he shot a look at William, who clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes, before continuing, “I’m Kitt Sanders and for those of you who do not know, I am in Pink. Obviously, since I have obvious sense about fashion-” he had to stop himself before he continued, because he really wanted to point out some people’s clothes, but that was not the point of this at all. He had no trouble confronting Alex about what he had said about Hana, would gladly do so actually. Hey, there were plenty of places to run if Alex came at him again. “Since one of the oh great wolves have made a list, I shall as well. One, Hana Park is a bitch, but she’s my bitch, and anyone calls her that again, I will have a few choice words for you. Unless your name is Nessa. Hi doll-face!” he waved and blew a kiss to the girl he just mentioned, adorable little bundle of sunshine, before beginning to look around the room again. “Two, shut the fuck up with all that noise! Some people do not like loud noises, looking at you Demersons, and it is annoying and rude. Three, some people are also nervous, and do not have to do introductions, and that is okay!” his eyes kept passing over Oliver, but for anyone who knew that Kitt and the pup were having a growing understanding with one another, would know Kitt was talking to Oli without actually calling him out. Though, this time, he did say the pup’s name, but not directly to him. His eyes locked on Tate, then Luisa, and as he went between them, he said, “Four, no one, and I mean no one in this room, on this camp, or anywhere in whole great big fucking world,” as he spoke very firmly, not as loudly as before, he reached out, grabbed onto William’s shoulder, and used that for leverage to help himself smoothly step off the chair. Kitt ignored the noise of protest William made, and let his hand be shrugged off once he was planted on the floor, and he stepped closer to the two siblings next to the pup, “will have Oliver as a side dish. No. One. Especially Tate Demerson. And!” after giving Tate a hard look, blue eyes darkened with his anger, he spun on his heel and spread his arms out as he locked eyes on Hana, “Yes, I am sitting with the wolves, yes, I do not care, so sue me!” through the whole speech, he had surprisingly kept his voice loud enough for everyone to hear, but not at an actual yelling volume. “Now, Freckles, you can have the floor. Thank you!” Kitt did a dramatic bow before walking over and falling back into his seat beside Oli, being sure to give Tate another scowl. Though, as he sat beside the pup, his face softened a bit. “Sorry to point you out,” he mumbled quietly, glancing at Oli, but he had to make sure everyone knew no one was going to be making advances on the pup with him around. Not even he had thought about making advances on the pup, and those thoughts still hadn't crossed his mind.

William, at first, just stared at Kitt for about six full seconds before blinking and looking around. “My name is William, Kitt Sanders, but thanks for that show.” he said, giving the smaller teen an unamused look, in which Kitt returned with a, frankly, cute smile, and Will kind of wanted to slap him for it. “Well. Anyway, sick drumming, dude,” he said, giving Tate a brief smile before looking at Luisa, “And sax playing. I, personally, enjoyed the music. I guess some people don’t have taste like they think they do,” he said, not even looking at Kitt as he made a noise of protest at that offense. William plowed on, “Part of Red. Guess we’re gonna kick your asses, blah blah, hooray, go team, ramble, rant, my teammates are fucking scary, insult, jab, and scene. There we go!” with that, William kicked the chair Kitt had left in the middle of the room just to get some of that anger out Kitt had triggered in him. He kicked it so hard, it bounced on its side a couple of times before stopping flipped over. He went back over to his chair, fell down into it, and slumped again. That was a good way to show some of his Red spirit, wasn’t it?
flightless-angel-castiel Member

learning to fly again.

Status

Recent Statuses

Bio

Most Recent Posts
