spooner

Camp Red Arrow

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Frankie sat in the chair next to Josh with her legs crossed her right foot taping the air. The video playing was so redundant not one of the kids sitting in this room was paying any attention to it. And for Frankie it wasn’t any different, the girl was looking anywhere but the ancient television. Even though there was no reception anywhere Frankie stared down into her phone in hopes to find something to do but of course it came up blank. A huge sigh left her as she shifted in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Her focus shifted to Josh as he began to speak about how the summer would play out.

Slowly Frankie took of her sunglasses to get a better look at the young man sitting next to her. Did he get hotter since last year? Her mind traveled back to past years when she had just remembered Josh being a nerdy kid that stayed in the background. But now as she watched him going on and on about ice cream she couldn’t help but stare at his face. Biting her lip she made a mental note to explore it further at a later time. The murmur that broke out when Josh mentioned that camp would last for three months surprised the blonde. This must mean that there are a lot of new campers. Frankie raised an eyebrow and tried to arrange her face into a calming expresion at the same time trying to spot the new kids. They could be of use during the summer.

As soon as the speech was over Frankie stood up and patted her colleague on the shoulder “Great job Joshie! You didn’t scare’m too much!” she shot him a sparkling smile before turning to the group of campers idling around them. “Alright girls! You can follow me and this lovely lady and we will take you to your cabin!” she said loudly as gestured towards Alex who had stepped forward from her spot leaning against the wall.

The group of girls made their way towards the cabins in a slow manner as the heat was getting almost unbearable. Frankie fanned herself with one of the camp maps as she walked next to Alex. She turned to the taller girl “So did you hide the good snacks already or is that on the agenda for later?” Frankie grinned from behind her sunglasses.

When they arrived at the campers cabin Frankie threw open the door sending out a puff of stale musty air. “Well! Here we are! Your mansion for the next three months.” She stepped out of the way so that the girls could step inside. “If you need us we’re up in the counselor’s cabin over there…” she pointed to the larger cabin up the path. “...but don’t go crazy. Anyway I’m going to lay out down by the lake to get some color on this translucent skin. Please don’t bother me if you haven’t brought a drink or popsicle or something. Okay byyyeee!” she said sweetly lowering her glasses and shooting Alex a wink before turning around and heading down to the lakefront.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Blue eyes scanned the phone screen as April sat down at the table. “Hey sweetie.” Julie said with a smile putting her phone down. “How are you doing?” she asked as her eyes flicked to her friends midsection. Thankfully she caught herself before it became too noticeable and composed her face. “Where did you disappear this weekend? I tried to check on you but I didn’t get an answer. I’m guessing you and… Santiago made up?” she probed.

She picked up her phone again scrolling through when April asked for ideas “Well I’ve just been musing a little bit.” she said with that sparkle coming back to her eyes. “So first I was thinking we could put bees or spiders in the vents… but that might be seen as animal cruelty and a bit extreme” she shot Chanel who had vetoed that idea a look “Then I thought maybe we could do something at a big football game! But then that might upset your… friends.” she looked away through the window out into the courtyard. For some reason the huge fountain that sat in the middle of it held Julie’s concentration. Suddenly Julie’s face lit up and a small gasp escaped her.

“You guys!” she clasped her hands in front of her. “What if we turned the courtyard into a huge foam party?” she mused in a low whisper. “Like we sneak in here the night before and set it all up and when everyone arrives in the morning it will look like they entered a party in Ibiza.” she turned her head toward the fountain “We could use that as our big foam machine” she said pointing with her fork.

“What do you guys think?”

Archer gritted his teeth as he watched his big cousin stomp away. Should he have told Max? Was this going to come back and bite him in his ass? Probably. Butt all he could do now was roll his eyes and go back to scribble in his notebook. He was deep into translating a latin poem when he felt someone take a seat next to him. When he felt the gentle touch of Kavan a warm feeling filled the boy. Everything was still ok.

He returned his boyfriends gesture with a kiss on the lips before shutting his book. “Just writing Mrs. Archer Varma over and over again.” he said grinning widely vincing at the pain that too large facial expressions brought. “How’s your day going? Any troubles?” Archer asked leaning into Kavan snuggling up under his chin.

As Guy sat down the wavy haired boy straightened up in his seat. He only knew how much he hated to be around PDA so he wouldn’t want to be the one displaying it. “Oh you know…” he began following his friends gaze that landed on his boyfriend. He laughed “No, no! This is not a result of any kind of domestic violence.” Archer pointed out as he waved his hands in front of them both before grabbing Kavan’s hand and squeezing it. “No this is… uh how can I put it. It’s the result of me not knowing when to shut up… as usual.” he gave his friend a weak smile.

When he heard Kol yell out after him Max whipped around bounding back towards the kid. “Listen here Halliday! I am not taking it out on anyone. All I am saying is that do not be an asshole and you won’t be punished. You got a problem with that? Or did you want to go beat someone smaller than you?” he said his anger barely being contained. He turned on his heel again starting to walk away once more when he heard Sawyer pipe up. Max stopped dead in his tracks lifting his hand to his nose pinching the bridge of it letting out a big sigh. What was with all of this wineing. Turning back a second time he stared Sawyer down locking his jaw before answering.

“Who said I was giving anyone a break, huh?” he asked stepping closer to Sawyer “Maybe I didn’t want to discuss what I was going to do with you fuckwads? Maybe I have already done something?” Max continued getting closer and closer to Sawyer’s face. “So before you go complaining like I just took away your favorite blankie maybe just think! And if you ever step out of line like this again we’re going to have a problem…” before he could continue he felt an arm pulling him back. Looking up he saw Santiago’s concerned face.

“Oh for fucks sake…” he said shaking Santi’s grip from his shoulder. “Just stay out of this…. what do you want?!” he spat crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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After the girls left on sunday morning Julie spent the rest of the day lying apathetic in her bed staring at the wall. Then after a while the redhead just got mad. At first at Aurelio but then mostly at herself. She had let him in again and yet again he had let her down. What had she expected? Once a flake always a flake. Julie decided right then and there: from now on she would focus on getting through the rest of her senior year with good grades so she can get out in the world with something to fall back on.

The fist part of the day had gone by in a blur. Julie concentrated hard on avoiding Reli, but apparently he and his sister had decided not to come. So come lunch the stress levels had gone down and Julie plopped down next to Chanel with a frown and a limp salad courtesy of lunch lady Patricia.

"No funny, but I feel like I'm slowly dying. And I don't think this food is helping me out." Chanel lamented surveying her fish sticks.

Julie just slowly nodded picking at her salad with the plastic fork in her hand. “Mmmh…” she mused. There was this weird heavy feeling in her stomach and it was eating at the redhead that she didn’t know what it was. Then all of a sudden it was like a light flickered on inside of her. She realized she had been so caught up in everything happening around her. First everything with Marisol at homecoming then April being with child and finally Reli blowing through her life again. Basically the girl had forgotten about herself, she had become a boring side character in her own life. This had to change. Julie narrowed her eyes at her salad before shifting her eyes to her best friend.

"It's whatever though, I'm pretty sure we all feel a bit... off after what all happened on Saturday. Right? Shit was wild." Coco said as she pushed the remnants of her lunch away from her.

The redhead bit her lip “Yeah… yeah it was. And again I am sorry for my little… breakdown.” she whispered. “But!” she exclaimed throwing her fork into the plastic bowl of her salad “After my small moment of weakness.” she paused clearing her throat quietly before continuing “Don’t you guys think we should make the last part of our senior year… I don’t know. Exciting? Like we should do a stunt or like a heist!” a sparkle could be seen in the girls blue eyes. She looked around at her friends excitedly “Right?!”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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“Thank you very much!” Max smiled at the portly lunch lady as he grabbed his lunch. He turned around to look for his cousin whom he had a very special lunch date with. But before he could spot him his phone buzzed violently on the tray. He sat down at the closest empty table and looked at the text message from Georgie. A wide smile spreading across his face as he read. Max’s head popped up as he finished reading looking around for Georgie. when he spotted her at a table with one of her friends he grabbed his tray and made his way over to their table.

“Can I finally call myself a real model then?” Max chuckled as put down his tray and crouched down folding his arms in front of Georgie. “You can use the picture if you think you will win with it and if you send me the pictures as you promised!” he smiled at her. “Deal?” he said tapping the table and stood up. “See you around!” he bid them farewell as he backed away.

In the farthest corner table in the cafeteria Archer sat nose down in his notebook scribbling away furiously shutting out the rest of the world. This weekends activities had left the boy in quite a funk. First his brother comes out of nowhere bringing up the darkest memories of his life and right after that he gets punched in the face… twice. But like always he gets saved by his friends they must be so tired of bailing him out. These are the thoughts that had swirled around in Archer’s head the last couple of nights. Writing it all down was the only thing that helped right now. Getting his thoughts out instead of keeping them in like he had done the last time.

“Heyo! Little cousin!” a burly voice called out from behind him. He recognized that jovial shout anywhere. It was a voice he had grown up with, his cousin Max.

Without turning around Archer drawled “Still older than you by two months Max.” . He closed his book and put it away in his bag as Max made his way around to sit across from Archer.

Max put on his signature grin “I mean in stature… I always mean in stature Archie!” he followed it up with that booming laugh of his. “So uh… do you have the… you know?” he whispered before clearing his throat as he looked down at his lunch.

The lanky teen just rolled his eyes and dove under the table yet again retrieving a blue folder. “Yeah, yeah. I have it. Keep your voice down will you?” Archie whispered as he slid the folder over to his cousin. “It’s not A+ material… but you know it has to look believable.” he sighed wincing bringing his hand up to his eyebrow where a big cut was visible. He ran a hand through his hair revealing his fresh shiner covering his right eye.

“This looks great Arch… I-” Max said flipping through the pages of the essay. He cut himself short when he caught sight of his cousin’s face. “What the hell happened to you?!” he exclaimed dropping the folder and leaning closer to Archer surveying his face.

Archer backed away a little before letting out another big sigh “Uhm, yeah well your boy Leone wasn’t as o.k with authenticity as you are. And you know he had problems with my lifestyle choices.” he said picking at his thumb nail. “But it’s over… don’t worry about it.”

The larger teen’s fists was balled up on the table in front of him. His blue eyes staring at his cousin, a blazing fire lit behind him. “Brad. Did this to you?” he said slowly “He beat you up? Because you’re… gay?” he continued breathing heavily.

“Yeah but M-max. It’s taken care of… Don’t-” Archer tried but his cousin had already whipped his phone out typing furiously.

“Emergency team meeting in 10 minutes on the field! Fail to be there douchebags and you’re kicked out of the team!”

Max sent out the message to the Lion’s group text chain and stood up “Fuck that, it is taken care of when I say it is taken care of!” he hissed as turned on his heel sprinting out of the cafeteria leaving Archer staring after him.

“So!” Max yelled out in front of his fellow players “I trust everyone had a great time Saturday!” he continued to a murmur of agreement and a few highfives. “Some might have had too much fun!” he locked eyes with Brad before he continued with his speech “It has come to my attention that my cousin got beat up. By one of you fuckers.” he looked around the team who had all fallen silent. “And I don’t take kindly to hate crimes. So if I hear of any of you motherfuckers touch him or any of his friends ever again, I will personally throw you out of this team. And now I know some of you can’t afford that.” he finished crossing his arms in front of him “Now fuck off!” he said before walking away.

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

“Read em’ and weep boys!” Theo exclaimed with joy as he laid his winning hand down on the table in front of the rest of the band a wide smile plastered on his face. Cards where thrown and taunts where flung but in the end they all went back to taking shots together. This was a tradition for the gang before every party they went to. Playing cards and drinking until they were drunk enough for anything to matter.

Theo slammed one last shot before stretching his body with a satisfied groan. His whole body feeling warm with that feeling being inebriated he always craved. His usual face of indifferent replaced with the confident smile his family was known for. He turned to his friend sitting next to him looking uncomfortable “How are you holding up Zeke?” he asked putting an arm around his shoulder giving the guy a little shake. “I know parties isn’t your scene but… Don’t worry we’ve got your back!” Theo gestured around the room letting out a small laugh “Well at least I do!” he winked at Zeke before jumping to his feet.

“Well?! Shall we?” he asked as he made his way to the front door not even waiting for an answer.

As the group arrived at the beach the party was in full swing. Music that was making the sand shake was pouring out from huge speakers surrounding a guy with a backwards turned cap enthralled in whatever he was doing on his laptop huge headphones covering his ears. Everywhere there where people dancing and cheering around the huge pile of wood that had been set ablaze. As they moved through the crowd members of the group dropped of to do their own thing, finally Theo stood in front of a red rope that was hung at one of the white linen tents. Of course Rachel had to have VIP section at a beach party.

“THEODORE!” a screeching voice came ringing from the back of the tent before the petite girl came sprinting out jumping over the rope to fling her arms around his neck, violently embracing him. “You’re finally here! Come, come, come!” she said excitedly lifting the rope and letting him through. She grabbed a little stamp from one of the staff and stamped it on his hand leaving a black VIP mark on it. As they walked deeper into the tent Theo recognized a few faces. He said hello to some but ignored most as Rachel dragged him to where she was sitting. “So this area is for the cream of the crop Teddy! Only the best of the best gets in here. We even have a personal open bar with the best bartenders on the island just for us! I know you’ll like that!” she squealed like an overexcited child showing of her toys. “And of course there is other party favors if you are so inclined…” she said sheepishly as she flopped down in a cushioned lounge chair. Theo’s eyes traveled to the small glass table next to her spotting the lines of white powder.

“Classy Rach…” Theo huffed rolling his eyes. “No, like you said the bar is my favorite place. You know where to find me.” he said as he left her scream laughing at something someone had said. Shaking his head he made his way over to the makeshift bar in the corner of the tent. It was impressive what the staff had been able to do in just one afternoon, the bar looked like it belonged in a classy hotel but it had for sure not been here before. “Can I get a gin and tonic? Thank you.” he said as he sat down in the lush bar chair.

He turned around to look at the loud party wondering where his cousin was in all of this. He hadn’t seen Lottie since the boat. But she was a big girl, she could take care of herself right? Right?

Camp Red Arrow

Here is my counselor, a spoiled hipster of sorts!

Frankie Allensworth

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^{(FC: Robin Owens; Dialogue: 839BD5)}
♫ To the gypsy
That remains
Her face says freedom
With a little fear
I have no fear
I have only love ♫

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𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

║𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Name of student:

Francesca Cornelia Allensworth

Date of birth:

August 19th

Age (at the time of Camp):

18

Name you prefer to be called (if different):

Frankie

Grade:

Senior

T-Shirt Size:

XS

Name of Parent/Guardian/Primary Contact:

Naomi & Walter Allensworth

Mailing Address:

13772 Northwood Rd NW, Seattle, WA, 98177

Phone number:

206-228-5353

Email address you check frequently:

[e-mail]

Best way to contact you?

Phone

What is your race/ethnicity?

German/Swedish

_{*Knowing the demographic makeup of our campers/community can assist in grant writing, intentional outreach, and more -- please respond if you feel comfortable.}

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║ 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Contact's name, number, relationship:

Walter Allensworth, 206-228-6489, Father

Do you have any medical conditions, allergies, or special needs the staff should know about?

Vegan

Do you have any behavioral or emotional issues the staff should know about?

N/A

Are you taking any medications to treat these conditions?

N/A

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║ 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁 ║

Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Blonde | Curly | Usually worn down or in a messy bun.
• Eyes: Light blue
• Height: 5'8”
• Body Type: Toned, not very curvy
• Clothing Style: Very diverse closet, she likes crop tops and shorts, overalls or jeans and button downs. But you will never se Frankie in sweatpants or hoodies.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Septum piercing and a small tattoo of a bunch of flowers representing her sisters on the back of her right arm..

Quirks:

• Paints her nails several times a day.
• Collects sunglasses
• Writes anything down in his notebooks

Hobbies:

• Painting, mostly with acrylics or aquarelles.
• Playing with makeup
• Tumblr
• Traveling to beaches with her sisters
• Watching YouTube for hours

Aspiration(s):

”I just want to stay creative. If I need to become a starving artist so be it! Even though I doubt my dad would let one of his daughters to become poor. Maybe I’ll become a freelance makeup artist.”

Fear(s):

Growing apart from her sisters

Likes/Dislikes:

✔ A fresh set of brushes
✔ Starbucks
✔Wildflowers
✖Reading
✖ Greasy food
✖ Non dreamers

Brief history:

Born on a late summers evening Francesca Cornelia Allensworth is the second daughter of Walter & Naomi Allensworth. Being the middle child in a trio of very spoiled girls has given Frankie a special world view. She lives in a world where anything is possible for her and her sisters, where compromise is nothing you have to think about. When you have one of the county’s best defence lawyers you don’t have to worry much about consequences either.

The Allensworth trio consisting of Madeline, Francesca and Charlotte move through the social elite of Seattle with ease not having a care in the world, or at least that is what people say about them. If you say that to her face Frankie will take great offence. She cares! She’s a vegan and has been since she was 13 to take a stand for the animals (“What do you mean quinoa isn’t ethically vegan?!”), she cares deeply about the refugee crisis (“I made dad donate that one time”) but she is busy with painting and living her life. What’s a girl to do?

Red Arrow was the girls parents attempt to make their children more independent. They thought if they got out of the city and into nature they would learn to fend for themselves. What Walter and Naomi didn’t know was that their girls spent their time at camp laying out by the lake suntanning while they made the younger campers get them snacks and drinks. So not much changed but the scenery. Nowadays only Frankie still comes to Red Arrow, her sisters have lost interest and gone on to other summer activities like tennis camp or festivals. But Frankie still liked Red Arrow and now this is her second year as a counselor so getting paid for doing practically nothing suits her just fine.

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Spooner's Character bin!

Frankie Allensworth

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^{(FC: Robin Owens; Dialogue: 839BD5)}
♫ To the gypsy
That remains
Her face says freedom
With a little fear
I have no fear
I have only love ♫

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𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

║𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Name of student:

Francesca Cornelia Allensworth

Date of birth:

August 19th

Age (at the time of Camp):

18

Name you prefer to be called (if different):

Frankie

Grade:

Senior

T-Shirt Size:

XS

Name of Parent/Guardian/Primary Contact:

Naomi & Walter Allensworth

Mailing Address:

13772 Northwood Rd NW, Seattle, WA, 98177

Phone number:

206-228-5353

Email address you check frequently:

[e-mail]

Best way to contact you?

Phone

What is your race/ethnicity?

German/Swedish

_{*Knowing the demographic makeup of our campers/community can assist in grant writing, intentional outreach, and more -- please respond if you feel comfortable.}

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║ 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Contact's name, number, relationship:

Walter Allensworth, 206-228-6489, Father

Do you have any medical conditions, allergies, or special needs the staff should know about?

Vegan

Do you have any behavioral or emotional issues the staff should know about?

N/A

Are you taking any medications to treat these conditions?

N/A

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║ 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁 ║

Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Blonde | Curly | Usually worn down or in a messy bun.
• Eyes: Light blue
• Height: 5'8”
• Body Type: Toned, not very curvy
• Clothing Style: Very diverse closet, she likes crop tops and shorts, overalls or jeans and button downs. But you will never se Frankie in sweatpants or hoodies.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Septum piercing and a small tattoo of a bunch of flowers representing her sisters on the back of her right arm..

Quirks:

• Paints her nails several times a day.
• Collects sunglasses
• Writes anything down in his notebooks

Hobbies:

• Painting, mostly with acrylics or aquarelles.
• Playing with makeup
• Tumblr
• Traveling to beaches with her sisters
• Watching YouTube for hours

Aspiration(s):

”I just want to stay creative. If I need to become a starving artist so be it! Even though I doubt my dad would let one of his daughters to become poor. Maybe I’ll become a freelance makeup artist.”

Fear(s):

Growing apart from her sisters

Likes/Dislikes:

✔ A fresh set of brushes
✔ Starbucks
✔Wildflowers
✖Reading
✖ Greasy food
✖ Non dreamers

Brief history:

Born on a late summers evening Francesca Cornelia Allensworth is the second daughter of Walter & Naomi Allensworth. Being the middle child in a trio of very spoiled girls has given Frankie a special world view. She lives in a world where anything is possible for her and her sisters, where compromise is nothing you have to think about. When you have one of the county’s best defence lawyers you don’t have to worry much about consequences either.

The Allensworth trio consisting of Madeline, Francesca and Charlotte move through the social elite of Seattle with ease not having a care in the world, or at least that is what people say about them. If you say that to her face Frankie will take great offence. She cares! She’s a vegan and has been since she was 13 to take a stand for the animals (“What do you mean quinoa isn’t ethically vegan?!”), she cares deeply about the refugee crisis (“I made dad donate that one time”) but she is busy with painting and living her life. What’s a girl to do?

Red Arrow was the girls parents attempt to make their children more independent. They thought if they got out of the city and into nature they would learn to fend for themselves. What Walter and Naomi didn’t know was that their girls spent their time at camp laying out by the lake suntanning while they made the younger campers get them snacks and drinks. So not much changed but the scenery. Nowadays only Frankie still comes to Red Arrow, her sisters have lost interest and gone on to other summer activities like tennis camp or festivals. But Frankie still liked Red Arrow and now this is her second year as a counselor so getting paid for doing practically nothing suits her just fine.

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Character Sheet- Foxy Frankie

_{FC: Robin Owens | 839BD5}

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"I’m the King of Nothing but the Queen of the World"

Nickname

Frankie

Age and Birthday

17 - June 6th

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Animal Identity

Arctic Fox

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Personality

Fracesca could be seen roaming the halls of the school daydreaming and scheaming, not caring about anything but herself. If you say that to her face Frankie will take great offense. She cares! She’s a vegitarian to take a stand for the animals, even though she craves a good steak somtimes (“What do you mean quinoa isn’t ethically vegitarian?!”), she cares deeply about the refugee crisis (“If I had money I would totally donate”) but she is busy with painting and living her life. What’s a girl to do?

Rumors spread fast through the halls about Frankie being one of the school’s biggest teases. And rumors almost always has one foot in reality. Flirting is her favorite language to use on a daily bases and has been known to jump from guy to guy. Frankie loves to play with her ‘pray’, stinging them along and never settling with anyone. The thought of being tied
down scares her and in her mind symbolizes being caged.
Some of her former life still shines through in the fact that Francesca hates doing any kind of work. If she could choose she would rather have somebody else do everything for her while she sits in the art studio painting all day.

Habits/Quirks/Fun Facts

✸ Paints her nails several times a day
✸ Collects sunglasses
✸ Writes down facts about people in her notebooks
✸ Dozes of in class all the time
✸ Loves to paint with aquarelles
✸ Is a slave to the internet, can spend hours on youtube

Dreams

What does your character dream about?

Likes/Dislikes

✔ Makeup
✔ A fresh set of brushes
✔ Coffeebased drinks
✔ Wildflowers
✘ Reading
✘ Greasy food
✘ Non dreamers
✘ Being ignored

Fears

In a school filled with big strong personalities Frankie’s biggest fear is falling behind and being forgotten. Left to roam this world alone.

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History Pre-Memory Loss

Born on a early summers evening Francesca Cornelia Allensworth was the first daughter of Walter & Naomi Allensworth. Being the middle child in a trio of very spoiled children gave Frankie a special world view. She lived in a world where anything was possible for her and her siblings, where compromise was nothing you had to think about. When one of the county’s best defence lawyers were your father, you didn’t have to worry much about consequences either.

The Allensworth trio consisted of Francesca, Charlotte and Richard. They could be seen moving through the social elite of Seattle with ease not having a care in the world, or at least that is what people said about them. The siblings were very close and did mostly everything together.

But then tragedy struck. Walter and Naomi got into a horrible car accident one rainy September night. After hours in the ICU waiting room, the siblings were informed by the doctor that unfortunately, they were not able to save their parent’s lives. Grief-stricken, they were comforted by the funds that their parents had left them so they at least could fend for themselves. Or so they thought anyway.

At it turns out Walter was not the upstanding citizen of the community that he portrayed outward. Not only was he deep indebted to one of Seattle’s biggest drug gangs it was also revealed that he had done business with a lot of shady clients to get where he was. That included taking bribes and tampering with evidence.
Meaning that the funds that were left for the Allensworth children were sucked dry very quickly. And this combined with the fact that neither Walter or Naomi had any living relatives to take the children resulted in them being separated and put into the foster system.

Being a teenager in the system was not an easy thing. The chance of someone wanting a 15-year-old was slim to none. So instead Frankie focused all of her time trying to find her siblings and figuring out a way where they could be together again.

She had almost given up when one day two Doctors by the names of Wayman and Hagerty came to the foster home. And for some reason, they were looking for healthy teenagers and not small children that most where. Being one of the few teenagers at the home Frankie decided to go with them. Being outside of the home would make it easier to maybe find her brother and sister. But that, as it turns out, was going to stay a dream for Frankie.

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Extra Information

I would say… Buffalo chicken tenders!

Camp Red Arrow

Archer Diedrikson

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^{(FC: Timothée Chalamet; Dialogue: 35996B)}
♫ Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain. ♫

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𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

║ 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Name of student:

Archer Frederick Diedrikson

Date of birth:

July 9th

Age (at the time of Camp):

16

Name you prefer to be called (if different):

Archie

Grade:

Sophmore

T-Shirt Size:

MEDIUM

Name of Parent/Guardian/Primary Contact:

Garrett Diedrikson
Jessica Diedrikson

Mailing Address:

246 Seaspray Av, Palm Beach, FL, 33480

Phone number:

561-838-5400

Email address you check frequently:

[e-mail]

Best way to contact you?

Phone

What is your race/ethnicity?

White

_{*Knowing the demographic makeup of our campers/community can assist in grant writing, intentional outreach, and more -- please respond if you feel comfortable.}

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║ 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Contact's name, number, relationship:

Jessica Diedrikson, 561-838-9614, Mother

Do you have any medical conditions, allergies, or special needs the staff should know about?

No.

Do you have any behavioral or emotional issues the staff should know about?

Anxiety and a hint of depression

Are you taking any medications to treat these conditions?

Two doses of Cipralex a day.

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║ 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁 ║

Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Dark Brown | Wavey | Free falling with a small amount of product
• Eyes: Forest Green
• Height: 5'11”
• Body Type: Lean with a swimmers build.
• Clothing Style: When it comes to clothing one describe Archie’s style as ”Smart but casual”, you will often see him in a button down shirt in a fun pattern but with a hoodie over it or a t-shirt with a blazer paired with a pair of pale jeans or chinos, always slim fitted. He always says ”Whatever style you go for just make sure they fit for fucks sake!”.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Has a small scar over his right eyebrow from when his brother hit him with a belt when he was 5.

Quirks:

• He has to have a cigarette to start the day and one to end the day.
• Rolling his eyes when he finds something annoying, even if he’s not part of the conversation.
• Writes anything down in his notebooks

Hobbies:

• Swimming
• Surfing
• Eating
• Translating foreign texts
• Reading

Aspiration(s):

”I don’t know dude. All I know is that I want to get the fuck out of Florida. I guess go to school for linguistics, become a translator and move overseas get out and see something different.”

Fear(s):

Being stuck in the same place for ever.

Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Reading
✔ Languages
✔ Americana music
✖Toxic masculinity
✖ High maintenance people
✖ Picky eaters

Brief history:

It was a sweltering July day when Archer was born to Jessica and Garrett Diedrikson. When the couple brought their new baby boy home to show their 3 year old Warren his new brother the little blond boy made a sour face and blurted out “No, take it back…we don’t need him!” which would foreshadow the brothers relationship in the years to come. The Diedriksons where one of those families you see in those neighborhood pamphlets, a huge house with a pristine lawn, two cars, two kids and a dog. Garrett is a big time lawyer and partner at Diedrikson & Schultz, where they deal with a lot of high profile cases. Maybe this is why he has always been very strict with his boys and in his mind steering them in the right path. Archers mother Jessica is a painter and owns a gallery in midtown and is the one who always keeps her boys grounded. Archers brother Warren takes after their father, he was football captain of the Lions, still dating his high school sweetheart, goes to Harvard pre-law. Basically the golden boy in their father's’ eyes, so Archer has always felt like the black sheep.

The Diedriksons are a very Christian family, and growing up Archer had to go to church every single Sunday and listen to a preacher talk about how they should live their life in a god fearing way. This is why he had to suppress what he really felt in his earlier years, Archer has known he was gay since he was 9 but being raised in such a religious family where he had been told by the church that what he felt and what he was is sinful and wrong. But when he started high school and grew into himself with his friends that supported him, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he decided to come out to his family. It went about as good as you would think, his brother just laughed and his father just looked at him and uttered one sentence “This does not leave this house!” And stood up and left for his office. His mother looked at him tearfully before she rushed after his father. Archer was crushed and spent some time at his best friends house and at the beach before returning home, where his mother sat him down and told him am sorry that I reacted that way, you will always be my son and I will always love you. But your father just need time to process this… I’m sorry”. It doesn't feel the same in his house anymore but at least he feels he can be himself more now, he stays clear of his father though.

His first two years of high school had been no different than any other year in school. And this time he had tried, like really tried to be as invisible as possible. But still, whenever he wasn’t around his Castillo shield some of the school’s elite felt it was their mission to make his life a living hell. Pushing him into lockers, throwing stuff at his head or just calling him fag under their breath when he walked past them. He couldn’t even escape it when he got home where he had a brother who made jokes at his expense at every turn and a father who ignored him. He was tired and he had had enough, which resulted in an incident with a handful of his mothers sleeping pills and a bottle of vodka. Luckily he got through it with the help of his brothers girlfriend of all people. So this summer at Camp Red Arrow is a way for Archer to start fresh and get away.

Extra information:

His incident is not known to anyone other than him and his brothers girlfriend

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Frankie Allensworth

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^{(FC: Robin Owens; Dialogue: 839BD5)}
♫ To the gypsy
That remains
Her face says freedom
With a little fear
I have no fear
I have only love ♫

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𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

║𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Name of student:

Francesca Cornelia Allensworth

Date of birth:

August 19th

Age (at the time of Camp):

18

Name you prefer to be called (if different):

Frankie

Grade:

Senior

T-Shirt Size:

XS

Name of Parent/Guardian/Primary Contact:

Naomi & Walter Allensworth

Mailing Address:

13772 Northwood Rd NW, Seattle, WA, 98177

Phone number:

206-228-5353

Email address you check frequently:

[e-mail]

Best way to contact you?

Phone

What is your race/ethnicity?

German/Swedish

_{*Knowing the demographic makeup of our campers/community can assist in grant writing, intentional outreach, and more -- please respond if you feel comfortable.}

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║ 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Contact's name, number, relationship:

Walter Allensworth, 206-228-6489, Father

Do you have any medical conditions, allergies, or special needs the staff should know about?

Vegan

Do you have any behavioral or emotional issues the staff should know about?

N/A

Are you taking any medications to treat these conditions?

N/A

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║ 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁 ║

Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Blonde | Curly | Usually worn down or in a messy bun.
• Eyes: Light blue
• Height: 5'8”
• Body Type: Toned, not very curvy
• Clothing Style: Very diverse closet, she likes crop tops and shorts, overalls or jeans and button downs. But you will never se Frankie in sweatpants or hoodies.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Septum piercing and a small tattoo of a bunch of flowers representing her sisters on the back of her right arm..

Quirks:

• Paints her nails several times a day.
• Collects sunglasses
• Writes anything down in his notebooks

Hobbies:

• Painting, mostly with acrylics or aquarelles.
• Playing with makeup
• Tumblr
• Traveling to beaches with her sisters
• Watching YouTube for hours

Aspiration(s):

”I just want to stay creative. If I need to become a starving artist so be it! Even though I doubt my dad would let one of his daughters to become poor. Maybe I’ll become a freelance makeup artist.”

Fear(s):

Growing apart from her sisters

Likes/Dislikes:

✔ A fresh set of brushes
✔ Starbucks
✔Wildflowers
✖Reading
✖ Greasy food
✖ Non dreamers

Brief history:

Born on a late summers evening Francesca Cornelia Allensworth is the second daughter of Walter & Naomi Allensworth. Being the middle child in a trio of very spoiled girls has given Frankie a special world view. She lives in a world where anything is possible for her and her sisters, where compromise is nothing you have to think about. When you have one of the county’s best defence lawyers you don’t have to worry much about consequences either.

The Allensworth trio consisting of Madeline, Francesca and Charlotte move through the social elite of Seattle with ease not having a care in the world, or at least that is what people say about them. If you say that to her face Frankie will take great offence. She cares! She’s a vegan and has been since she was 13 to take a stand for the animals (“What do you mean quinoa isn’t ethically vegan?!”), she cares deeply about the refugee crisis (“I made dad donate that one time”) but she is busy with painting and living her life. What’s a girl to do?

Red Arrow was the girls parents attempt to make their children more independent. They thought if they got out of the city and into nature they would learn to fend for themselves. What Walter and Naomi didn’t know was that their girls spent their time at camp laying out by the lake suntanning while they made the younger campers get them snacks and drinks. So not much changed but the scenery. Nowadays only Frankie still comes to Red Arrow, her sisters have lost interest and gone on to other summer activities like tennis camp or festivals. But Frankie still liked Red Arrow and now this is her second year as a counselor so getting paid for doing practically nothing suits her just fine.

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Camp Red Arrow

Archer Diedrikson, Camp Red Arrow

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^{(FC: Timothée Chalamet; Dialogue: 35996B)}
♫ Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain. ♫

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𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

║ 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Name of student:

Archer Frederick Diedrikson

Date of birth:

July 9th

Age (at the time of Camp):

16

Name you prefer to be called (if different):

Archie

Grade:

Sophmore

T-Shirt Size:

MEDIUM

Name of Parent/Guardian/Primary Contact:

Garrett Diedrikson
Jessica Diedrikson

Mailing Address:

246 Seaspray Av, Palm Beach, FL, 33480

Phone number:

561-838-5400

Email address you check frequently:

[e-mail]

Best way to contact you?

Phone

What is your race/ethnicity?

White

_{*Knowing the demographic makeup of our campers/community can assist in grant writing, intentional outreach, and more -- please respond if you feel comfortable.}

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║ 𝗘𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁 & 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ║

Contact's name, number, relationship:

Jessica Diedrikson, 561-838-9614, Mother

Do you have any medical conditions, allergies, or special needs the staff should know about?

No.

Do you have any behavioral or emotional issues the staff should know about?

Anxiety and a hint of depression

Are you taking any medications to treat these conditions?

Two doses of Cipralex a day.

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║ 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁 ║

Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Dark Brown | Wavey | Free falling with a small amount of product
• Eyes: Forest Green
• Height: 5'11”
• Body Type: Lean with a swimmers build.
• Clothing Style: When it comes to clothing one describe Archie’s style as ”Smart but casual”, you will often see him in a button down shirt in a fun pattern but with a hoodie over it or a t-shirt with a blazer paired with a pair of pale jeans or chinos, always slim fitted. He always says ”Whatever style you go for just make sure they fit for fucks sake!”.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings:Has a small scar over his right eyebrow from when his brother hit him with a belt when he was 5.

Quirks:

• He has to have a cigarette to start the day and one to end the day.
• Rolling his eyes when he finds something annoying, even if he’s not part of the conversation.
• Writes anything down in his notebooks

Hobbies:

• Swimming
• Surfing
• Eating
• Translating foreign texts
• Reading

Aspiration(s):

”I don’t know dude. All I know is that I want to get the fuck out of Florida. I guess go to school for linguistics, become a translator and move overseas get out and see something different.”

Fear(s):

Being stuck in the same place for ever.

Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Reading
✔ Languages
✔ Americana music
✖Toxic masculinity
✖ High maintenance people
✖ Picky eaters

Brief history:

It was a sweltering July day when Archer was born to Jessica and Garrett Diedrikson. When the couple brought their new baby boy home to show their 3 year old Warren his new brother the little blond boy made a sour face and blurted out “No, take it back…we don’t need him!” which would foreshadow the brothers relationship in the years to come. The Diedriksons where one of those families you see in those neighborhood pamphlets, a huge house with a pristine lawn, two cars, two kids and a dog. Garrett is a big time lawyer and partner at Diedrikson & Schultz, where they deal with a lot of high profile cases. Maybe this is why he has always been very strict with his boys and in his mind steering them in the right path. Archers mother Jessica is a painter and owns a gallery in midtown and is the one who always keeps her boys grounded. Archers brother Warren takes after their father, he was football captain of the Lions, still dating his high school sweetheart, goes to Harvard pre-law. Basically the golden boy in their father's’ eyes, so Archer has always felt like the black sheep.

The Diedriksons are a very Christian family, and growing up Archer had to go to church every single Sunday and listen to a preacher talk about how they should live their life in a god fearing way. This is why he had to suppress what he really felt in his earlier years, Archer has known he was gay since he was 9 but being raised in such a religious family where he had been told by the church that what he felt and what he was is sinful and wrong. But when he started high school and grew into himself with his friends that supported him, he couldn’t stand it anymore and he decided to come out to his family. It went about as good as you would think, his brother just laughed and his father just looked at him and uttered one sentence “This does not leave this house!” And stood up and left for his office. His mother looked at him tearfully before she rushed after his father. Archer was crushed and spent some time at his best friends house and at the beach before returning home, where his mother sat him down and told him am sorry that I reacted that way, you will always be my son and I will always love you. But your father just need time to process this… I’m sorry”. It doesn't feel the same in his house anymore but at least he feels he can be himself more now, he stays clear of his father though.

His first two years of high school had been no different than any other year in school. And this time he had tried, like really tried to be as invisible as possible. But still, whenever he wasn’t around his Castillo shield some of the school’s elite felt it was their mission to make his life a living hell. Pushing him into lockers, throwing stuff at his head or just calling him fag under their breath when he walked past them. He couldn’t even escape it when he got home where he had a brother who made jokes at his expense at every turn and a father who ignored him. He was tired and he had had enough, which resulted in an incident with a handful of his mothers sleeping pills and a bottle of vodka. Luckily he got through it with the help of his brothers girlfriend of all people. So this summer at Camp Red Arrow is a way for Archer to start fresh and get away.

Extra information:

His incident is not known to anyone other than him and his brothers girlfriend

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Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

A small empty laugh left Theodore as the girl commented. “Not that many, I’m sure.” he muttered before settling for a beer and a shot of gin. He gave the cute bartender a warm smile as he was handed a big foaming mug of IPA and the small glass of clear liquid “Thank you… Farah” he squinted reading her name tag as he slid a twenty dollar bill towards her in exchange for his drinks “Keep the change”. He could almost feel the headache and clammy feeling ebb away as he slung back the small glass. He slid the empty shot glass towards the blonde with another smile asking for another.

“Oh Nathan, you caught me.” Theo nodded raising his beer at the young man sitting down next to him. “Crazy all this huh?” the tall man gestured around them taking a big gulp of beer. He looked around expecting to see the small dark haired girl that Nathan usually was joined by. “Didn’t you come here with Indie? I hear she’s staying together with my little cousin.” he cringed mentally at the thought of spending his time confined in a small cabana with Lottie. “She’s one of the reasons I’m here actually.” He sighed taking another gulp of beer “She nearly threw a temper tantrum when my uncle said she couldn’t come. So here I am… shaperoning from afar.”

A wide smile finally broke across Theodore’s face when Zeke approached them. “Finally, you’re here!” he exclaimed when his good friend sat down slightly behind him. He slapped the skinny guy on the back. “You settled in? The guys treat you ok?” he asked. He loved his bandmates but they could be assholes sometimes.

Yet another friend joined them in Merlou and Theo greeted her with a smile and a nod. “Hey Lou, been a while.” he said raising his mug at her.

He turned around on his stool and gazed out over the beach where the Carnation workers was busy setting up the big bonfire. Huge tents had been raised with lounge chairs and hammocks spread out under them. Theo shook his head in disbelief “Have to give it to Rach. It is very beautiful here. Don’t you think?” he said to no one in particular.