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It's summer already and crazy things happen. People get pranked, people get to swim, and then there's camp. It's known as Camp St. Mary and it's a camp that's been around for a long time. The Camp itself consists of four cabins-two for the guys two for the girls. Each are about a hundred feet long and can accompany hundreds of people. There's a giant field overlooking these cabins and a forest encompassing everything else.

Next to the first girl's cabin is a playground with swings, a tire seesaw, a jungle gym, a swing, and a play equipment area and next to that is another building that is divided into two parts-the first half has two coke machines in a corner and next to that is a place that sells any candy you can think of, pop, fudge, souvenirs, and giant pixie sticks; everything is in warehouse size and the prices are very, very cheap.

Next door to the candy shop is a great porch of veranda size which can be accessed through a door (which at this time is locked and has a table blocking it). The back-wall of the porch is made up of windows and there is a roof to this porch as well as stairs leading down all the way to the right. There is a great mural of breathtaking quality next to the door that leads out to the porch. Even though this room, with the exception of the candy, is hardly accessed, the paint stains on the wooden floor tell that it at one time, was an arts and crafts room. There are two twenty-four inch televisions from the nineties on either side of a fireplace that makes up the wall the coke machines are on. Each coke costs fifty cents. There is nothing in this room but there are two entrances, both are conjoined to the playground and one of them has a coke can crusher on the left hand side of it.

The room next door serves as a current arts and crafts room but somehow, people don't like this change as it isn't very big. There's an unused fireplace here as well as well as a sound system that broadcasts music over the waterfront (More on that later). The room seems to be made up of tables and chairs.

There are two entrances here, one overlooks the waterfront and the other is conjoined to the playground. The waterfront is actually a great lake that at the center is forty feet deep. It's roped off to prevent people from swimming out there. There is a sandy beach here and a peer that on the right hand side is full of boats. The left hand side is empty full of areas that allow for the children to play. On the North-west side, there is a trampoline and a steel square raft for the people who passed their swim test to go and swim to and jump on/tan.

The water to the front is reserved usually for the arrival of boats. There are sports such as inner-tubing, water-skiing, and fishing, to name a few.
To the left of the beach is a campfire area as well as broken picnic tables. The beach has a volleyball net strung across it at the halfway point. Rocks that are slick, wet and sometimes slimy are at the beach's end as well as some sea flora.

To the right of the beach is a great lighthouse that has been abandoned for fifty years. The great windows high atop that once had light shining through now are all broken and full of cobwebs, caused by little bastards throwing rocks and succeeding.

Behind the lighthouse is a boathouse where the equipment is kept as well as the boating keys. This room is usually only staff accessible only.

The area leading down to the beach is on a grassy slope. The front end of the building that holds the arts and crafts building is full of life jackets of different sizes. The other end has a wild clown face painted on it.

To the front of the first cabin, (the girl’s cabin) is a tennis court and next to that on the right hand side is a bird fountain and four benches facing around it.

In between the playground and this structure is a road that leads to the other camp across the lake: Camp St. George’s. This camp’s abandoned for most of the year and is guarded by guards that are employed to keep it in order when it’s not being used.

Behind the girl’s cabins is the mess hall filled with tables and tables. Above the tables are flags of every country in the world. There are windows on both sides of the hall, with the exception of where the kitchen is. Inside the kitchen is where the announcements are made. There are fifty or so bullhorns in this camp and six alone are attached to the top of the Arts and Crafts building, the boathouse, and the lighthouse.

To the right of the mess hall is a chapel. This is where the meetings are held as well as awards given. Inside it looks like any other small church but there is a catch: Behind the silk strands on the alter and the priest’s chair lies a door. (This will be explained much, much later.) Some say this is a supply closet, some say that this is where the male staff counselors hang and party, but it’s never the same response.

To the right of the mess hall is just land and trees. Nothing special. In front is a private waterfront-everyone is forbidden to access this and to the left of that is the camp’s nurse's office and a hammock is strung between two trees.

To the left of that is where the “higher ups” sleep. It looks like a Hilton in comparison and is two stories tall. No camper is allowed in there.

To the right of the boathouse is where the camp fishing staff sleep. These people are the people that take the campers out to the lake and fish. They know all the best places to fish.

Between the girl’s cabins and the boy’s cabins is a thirty foot distance which towards the C-cabin holds a wooden statue of a bear climbing up a log. The boy's cabins holds eight stalls and two urinals on the front. There are two entrances on the front and two more doors on the first section-these are fire escapes which lead outside. The second section has the same effect. The third is nicknamed “The Rat Hole” because it’s reserved for basic Counselors visiting. This room is half destroyed and there are holes in the wall.

Beyond this is the little camper’s area. They have a stove, a fridge, and other rooms but are small. There are usually six to eight beds here and four windows on both sides of the cabin. Usually the little campers are under the age of six. Once they turn seven, they join the “big kids”-if you could call it that. As far as the little camper’s cabins are concerned, they are reversed. The girls are in the back of the boys and vice versa. The doors leading to these rooms are always locked.

Next to every bed is a window. When you first walk into the room, there’s a shower room on the left hand side and on the right hand side is a washing machine and dryer which have no coin slots-you supply your own detergent though. Each bed is a cot and in between each is a green shelf. There are rafters that hold up the ceiling and (in the case of the boys), most of them enjoy hanging their towels on these rafters because they hang so low. The girl’s cabins are the same with the exception that there are no urinals. There is an old metal pump fountain in the same area with the urinals, toilets, and when you walk into the room, the first thing you will notice is a 40’s porcelain baby blue colored sink with a mirror that needs a major cleaning. In the shower area, there is a window as well.
All windows here have drapes to keep peeping toms from looking in.
There is a path overlooking all four cabins and in between each is a grassy field. There is a road leading out to the highway which with a little driving leads to the nearby tourist town and horseback riding areas. Each day, there are frequent trips into town and to the stables. To the right of the men's cabin is an edge of the forest.

The whole campus has a ton of things to do-each year for example, there is an event called “Camp Giant” and the winner who completes the most tasks by the end of the summer on this wins a giant trophy during the awards commencement. It’s not easy though because of the fun factor here. At night, it's cool and during the day it can be very hot.


You have been sent here by your parents who believe that a summer up here will do you good. They both have other things to do and have paid ahead to send you up here. They have also given you access to your own American Express gift card which has a set limit that will supply you for the entire summer. You have packed with you the things that make you feel at home as well as a lot of clothing. You don’t really know anyone up here, but while on the Coach Bus ride up here while watching “Wayne’s World”, you feel at home already. It’s a 50-50 feeling that could go either way.

When you look up ahead, you see a banner that says “Welcome to Camp St. Mary” and when you see the rose colored sky and the sun starting to rise above the camp you feel a transcendent peacefulness that nothing else can cope with.

Welcome to Camp St. Mary’s.

((Oh yeah! First to respond! This forum idea is so cool...))

Mitsuki hefted her duffle bag up on her shoulder, her backpack weighing lightly on her back. God, that bus ride had been long. One more episode of Wayne's World and she swore she'd have shot a hole through the guy's forehead, TV screen or not. Although she had to admit the view was something all right, she still couldn't understand why in the world Boss had sent her here.

Get some rest, take a break and be a kid. Daddy worries about you, Mickey. Those had been his last words as he'd practically shoved her through the bis doors. He and the whole family had sent her off with a bang, literally since Rusty's gun had accidently gone off right before they'd left. That had kept her laughing to herself for almost an hour, but it had lost its touch eventually. She was perfectly aware of all the reasons not mentioned as to why she'd been sent her. In their last conversation, Mitsuki had seen in Boss's eyes what he hadn't dared to say out loud.

Forget Sting, baby. He's long gone, he's not coming back. Mend up that broken heart, pull yourself together and be the Mickey that's feared by most of the world. Don't make your old man and your brothers put you back on the depression pills, you'll get better at this camp. Meet someone new, don't dwell on the past anymore. It'll be ok, Mickey... That's what she'd read in his eyes that night when she'd caught him sneaking into her room to pack her things.

Right, everything was jsut going to be fine and dandy here. Let's just forget the betrayal, the lies, forget some guy had ever intruded on her solitude. Yeah right, as if that was going to happen. All she ha to do was get through the summer without letting any of the normals know she could do...things. Like make clones, aside from all the streetfighting stuff. She didn't care about that last part, since it meant most people didn't bug her. Shaking her head, she waited to be assigned her cabin, looking up at teh pink sky.

Emmett was looking at something too, but it sure as sugar wasn't the sky. No, he knew a jewel when he saw one. A little rough around the edges, he thought as he studied the girl with the frown and the brooding eyes, but damn those eyes. He thought with a shake of his head. He still wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up on this bus to Camp-Something-Or-Other, jsut that he'd been tired of wandering and had hopped on a bus with all of his posessions, thinking he was headed to Phoenix. This sure as hell wasn't Phoenix.

Well, if this was the kind of girl he was going to see, he didn't care where he was. He took in those brooding eyes that were almost black, that long black hair that, if it wasn't tied up, he'd guess would reach far past her waist. He glanced appreciatively at the snug tee shirt and black cargo pants. He saw a few other guys looking at her as well, and quickly, unnoticably looked up to the sun, calling on rays of light to blind each and every one of them. All at once, several boys covered their eyes, and Emmett smiled smugly.

Just that one problem of concealing the fact that he controlled fire and light, that's all he needed to do to get through the summer. That and get very...acquainted to that girl. Grinning, he began planning right then and there.

((Should I allow other RP character's from the other roleplay's into this roleplay, or have you all create new ones???))

((You could probably have people do a mix of the two, since they'd probably make up some new characters for the cabins and stuff anyway, along with their old characters.))

Mitsuki pulled a wallet out of her back pocket as the woman with the ugly hat and stupid plastic whistle began assigning people to their dorms. ID, she thought, frowning, where was her ID? She flipped through numerous things, including pictures, her birth cirtificate, and many scrunched up bills. "Ah, here we go..." She said, pulling out the card with her picture, her name, and other information.

When the woman pointed to her, she looked her straight in the eye with a look that made grown men flinch. Thisa woman was no different, as she automatically took a step back before she caught herself. "Mitsuki Kurosawa." She said simply, flashing her ID. She was assigned Cabin B, and wandered off there without a word. 'Great,' she thought, 'a summer with the normals...Somebody shoot me.'

She entered her cabin, noted it was currently empty. She chose the cot in the corner at the far wall, secluded enough from the others so that no one would bother her. She shoved her duffle bag under the bed, noted that the guns were still in place in the pack she kept on her back. The things in that duffle bag were just...things, really. All she needed to survive anywhere was inside this backpack, her knife in her pocket.

Walking into the bathroom, she noticed the sink needed to be cleaned, she'd get around to it if no one else did. Looking in the mirror over it, she noticed her eyes were just starting to turn red, as they did when one emotion came out strongly, mostly anger. Can't let them see that, she thought as she walked back out of the cabin to blend in with the others who were still getting assigned to their cabins. She pulled a pair of black shades out of her pocket, slipping them on so no one could see the peculiar color of her eyes.

Emmett smiled, feeling success. Mitsuki Kurosawa, he thought, so that was her name. He'd already been assigned Cabin D, the second boy's cabin. He'd come back as well, spotting Mitsuki coming out of Cabin B. He noticed her stop next to the boy he'd seen throw out a McDonald's bag before, the one who looked slightly distracted. He noticed she didn't really pay any attention to the boy, just happened to stop next to him.

She was wearing shades now, which only made her look better in his opinion. Sulking, he thought, just a bit annoyed at something, he deduced, deciding annoyance looked good on her...God, something was wrong with him thinking all this crud about a girl who just happened to show up at the same camp as him. But still...there was nothing wrong with a little...fun. He thought, grinning like a moron in her direction.

A younger Inazuma had been walking for days through the wilderness. His hair was a mess, his clothes looked like rags, and he smelled of smoke and dirt. Yup, this was the life, Inazuma thought to himself. He hadn't seen anyone for days now, preferring it that way after his last little... mess up. He was a hobo and proud. Moving with the wind to new places and new people. That was the way it was when you didn't have a home to go back to, but there was no one to blame but himself in his eyes. He was running low on food again, and he hadn't found a good place to rest and restore his supplies. Something had to happen before he was in trouble.

That's when he heard the voices. Human voices coming from through the woods and lots of them by the sound of it. Inazuma moved to the edge of the forest to pear down at what looked like a summer camp, kids forming in at the front of the camp. He smiled and talked to himself.

"Ha, have fun in camp losers. Say hi to the Man for me..."

He stopped as his eyes found a lost jewel to him. A kitchen hand walked a massive breakfast ham into the dinning hall for the campers. The thing must have weighed 30 pounds!!! Inazuma drooled on the moss floor of the forest. He had to have that ham! No way in Hell was he giving to give up that ham! He ran down the side of the hill to where the campers were gathered. He'd sneak in with this group, grab that ham, and be long gone before anyone knew what happened.

He heard the call for ID.

He didn't have an ID! Any ID he had would have burned in the church back where he came from! What to do what to do... A small boy that looked worse for the wear after the long bus ride stood over a garbage can. *Idea* Inazuma walked over the boy and tried to start conversation with him.

"Hey kid, you feeling ok? You look a little green."

"I haven't been feel good for an hour now..."

"Aw man, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Why?"

"Well, I hear that they some times use bug guts as food coloring in the meals here. It's not to bad as long as you have a strong stomach for..."
The kid ran for the bathrooms, losing most of his dinner on the ground as he ran. Inazuma looked down at his bags before digging through them. Ah-ha! A ID card! And just in time as the women came over to him. Inazuma flashed her the card, similar to what many of the kids were doing, but keep his finger over the face in the picture. The women didn't seem to notice much until she asked.

"Name please?"

Oh crap, could he use his real name? Was it save to throw that kind of thing out there? He glanced down at the card, making a move to put it away in the bag.

"Jackson Lantern."

What kind of name was that?!

"Cabin C."

The woman went on through the kids. A close one, but now the real job started; to find that ham!

Secret gulped when she heard that she'd need ID. She had gotten one, but wasn't sure where exactly it was. Quickly digging through her bag, she was relieved that it was near the top, under the camp information forms. Taking it out, she looked at it. She'd had to have a last name, so Rose picked one out for her. She didn't remember her real name. For now, she was Secret Barns. Why Rose had chosen Barns, who knows, but that was that.

When it came her turn, she showed her ID. "Secret Barns," she said.

The woman nodded. "Cabin B."

Secret quickly walked to the cabin to claim a bed. There were already quite a few girls there, so she just put her bag on a bed next to someone else's duffle-claimed bed at the back.

Her eyes widened slightly at the new person that had just come in. She couldn't tell if it was a student or a young camp counselor. "Uh, look, I know I'm supposed to be signing into my cabin, but I just needed to get out and do something else. I mean, I was in that bus for hours. I'm not a trouble maker or anything."

She pushed a strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail behind her ear. In the process, though, some clay got on her cheek. She didn't notice it since she always got paint, clay, or chalk on her face and clothes.