Summer Camp Annual Barbecue Closed

Interacting: @Hjørdis Jensen, @Caradoc Browne, @Colette Simmons
Note: is passively serving any students that approach

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This post comes with a Trigger Warning of extreme bullying. There is no real physical violence beyond arms being grabbed but there is verbal abuse. If this makes you uncomfortable, please skip this post. So you can still know what happened in comfortable terms. Angél grabs Santario, says some very not okay things that no one can overhear but Levi and then roughly shoves her into him before running away to her cabin.

Santario's post following will include none of the words said here.

Interacting| Santario Martin | @Levi DrakosPermission was granted to slightly godmode him being there/entering Mentioning| -

The Face Reducio

Wisdom check: [d20: 18] + 4 = 22 to spot not that it would have been hard.

Angel Acc: [d20: 20] + 13 = 33
San Eva: [d20: 20] + 7 = 27
San Str [d20: 1] + 3 = 4
Angel Str [d20: 4] + 11 = 15

Angél leaves this thread

Interacting| - Angel de Clairmont Mentioning| Lightly everyone at the bbq

Outfit Reducio

Closed to Interactions until @Levi Drakos posts.

Banner from Winnie Harper

Mentioning Angel de Clairmont
Interacting With @Santario Martin

Summer Camp had been such a promising way to waste the final month of Levi’s summer. It was only the first of nascent sentimental August, and that feeling of alternating between 3 a.m. and 5 p.m. had already begun to settle; the sun’s graceful setting became a mighty shattering crash, there was a kiss in the air from the month itself, as if apologizing for all the memories it was going to drag him back through. One of the worst of the year, surely. Romance had already begun to bloom for the young brunet, though upon further inspection, the roses had the pervasive aroma of burnt plastic, and they were contrived to appear flourishing. He’d shaken it off, spritzed on more of that ocean-reminiscent cologne, and fled the crime scene to the first event to catch his eye.

A barbecue could be nice, he’d told himself as he strolled into the clearing, smoothing any wrinkles from yet another terrible button up from the collection. It was a sun with sunglasses sort of afternoon. The boy was acutely aware his appetite had been smothered by the blue lips of his Blossom Ball date, but washing her taste away with the beverages in the truck could help cleanse the dirty feeling from the tinted surface of his skin. However, once Levi was close enough to blend with the crowd of students that had gathered, it became apparent fate had a different—much better—plan.

At a cost, that is. From his peripherals, there was a wave of unrest, of choked movement, preceded by an acrid degrading hiss that the boy couldn’t quite place. That was a first and last, though, as icy porcelain skin had caught and twirled him to a standstill daze. It’d been clear the following revilements weren’t meant for his strange ears, stripped of rectitude by the trenchant knowledge and the illness of sympathy, but they carried a poison about them like a dagger dipped in arsenic. A look in, not through a window, but busted glass. Somewhere, buried deep in a hole that perhaps no one—not even the golden girl—would find, a past tear would lengthen, a crick, a symptom. He’d cough, try to force the foreign feeling from its dwelling in his bone marrow. Like it never happened, albeit scar tissue would run over its place.

Do what he may, with whatever intent actually existed and wasn’t dislimned by the fog of curiosity and blind infatuation, he could still hear. Undefeated, murder, choke, struck him with widening hazel eyes, then worthless, errant, escape drenched the open wound in salt. Jaw collapsing, reaching for the floor as though searching for harmony, the hope of bouncing back was slaughtered, all over words that weren’t engineered for him. The candor would always be a mystery to him, but the effect left the same blood and tears rippling along the uneven ground that he knew, save the iridescent tethers to the pretty blonde girl. Connections. Blame.

It was then that the dark-haired beauty surrendered and was sent hurtling into Levi, who, for once, did something right. Rather than allow her to dive onto the grass beside his feet and wallow in the mud from the likely drought behind her gaze, the boy’s arms wrapped around her, pulling the girl to his chest whilst taking a step back to maintain his own balance. He’d allow her to straighten, but his hands would remain on both upper arms, offering his steady stance to her. There was an almost uncharacteristic ruth to his mien, perhaps trying to transfer his apathy through his fingertips, feel it for her. Whatever it was. That was an emotion that no amount charade would ever capture, not with the practice of a thousand like him.

“Are... are you okay?” It was a safe bet to presume the answer was no regardless of what she said, but this was a situation in which he would need to tread carefully. And for now, he didn't really care about difficulty.

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As time went by the teachers annoyingly kept talking outside of the van. What on earth were they discussing? detention ideas, boring marking techniques? whatever it was their bickering would put any student to sleep. If they kept it up he'd have to think of a new idea, something of which would take time considering how long it took him to formulate this plan alone. Although, a noise behind snapped him out of his thoughts.

The person behind him made sure to tell him he wasn't supposed to be here and reminded him of the role he was recently appointed to. Even though he was looking away, Gray almost instantly recognised the voice. Sighing, he turned his body around to face Evelynn and leaned against the tree, glaring at her silently for a few seconds before answering the question "I could ask the same question, Evelynn" he said back while putting a hand through his hair to make sure it wasn't all over the place.

"Believe it or not, I'm not pushing the boundaries by any means. If you think this is a prank, well yes you're partly right," he said before looking back to see what the teachers were doing "It's mainly a thank you to the teachers and what they've done this year. So, if you want to go and spoil the surprise then by all means go ahead" Gray sighed before looking back straightening his scrunched sweater.

The only problem was the teachers were mostly outside, preventing him from even attempting the risky plan in the first place "Nonetheless, I can't even do it right now anyway. They talk so much dribble, from that alone you can tell they teach" he said sarcastically to her, a small frown crossing his lips as he made himself comfy against the tree.

"So, unless you want to help me pull something else off I don't see why you're still here talking to me. Unless it's to criticize me all over again about how "nasty" I am then don't even bother, I've heard that all from you many times over." he explained, a hand slowly going through his hair once more in annoyance "What do you say? help me out this once to possibly create something special for the teachers. Or, continue to aimlessly stalk me and gain nothing from our talks. It's up to you, Evelynn..."

Interacting with: @Marcus Iwasaki, @Maya Galim, @Caradoc Browne

Quirking her eyebrow at the greeting she received as it was not often she was called by her actual first name, "For me? You shouldn't have!" She feigned a little drama by doing a slightly dramatic hand wave as though she was honoured to receive a gift from him. But she did love to receive presents. Yes, people could definitely buy her love and affection. It was expensive but it could be brought. Stifling a laugh, "Oh, don't worry, the supplies will not go to waste," She responded, making it clear that they had been stored elsewhere. Just because they were removed from camp did not mean she was about to let them go to waste! Though she'd have preferred a cabin without children screaming throughout the night but this was definitely the safer choice. "I definitely won't say no though," Hjørdis clarified. She had no intention of turning down a great gift, especially not an imported gift. "How about we share it when you tell me your tales of your trip?" She asked him. When that would be was another matter entirely... With children to babysit, it likely would be months before she took another day off.

"You almost make it sound fun," She responded if she ignored the fact that it was likely very grossly hot and sweaty in there. It was so loud too. She was definitely pleased that she got to back away from the truck in a few minutes. Normally, she would have offered to assist with cooking but this did not seem like something she wanted to do. She would do it if they needed her to but it did look like they had it handled and really, she was glad for that.

Hjørdis returned the Galim's greeting with a nod just before she called out to Marcus. She would have said her name in return but short of calling back towards her, Galim likely would not have heard it anyway. Besides, she was not really the type of person to really shout anything. For the most part, she kept her volume relatively low, preferring to only be heard by the people next to her. Of course, there were many occasions where she had to address the entire room of students. However, she preferred to silence a room when children were around by having them quieten down to listen rather than to raise her voice for their attention.

The smirk dropped off her face as she heard his next words, clearly taken back a little for a moment or two. "He is?" She whispered, leaning slightly to look past Marcus. Her eyes fell on the man inside the truck, who was cooking behind him. A man in a black apron with a ridiculous looking headband on his head, which matched Iwasaki's. Though, it was in her favourite colour.

She had not even placed her order. Halloumi? He was making her food before she even arrived, as though he knew she was going to arrive and what she was going to order? She stared at him, her expression turning neutral. He was making her food and her heart felt like it was doing leaps. Her chest was full of so much warmth at the moment. Big bold public declarations of love were not her thing. In fact, a part of her hated having her relationship being public. For her, the most romantic gestures were the smaller ones, especially when they involved food. And she was dying right now, just not being able to express that. Her chest felt like it was going to explode.

"Hey..." She whispered softly as he appeared and started speaking to her. She wanted to say something sassy or... well anything. But her brain was just melting. She could not even tell him to wipe the stupid smirk off his face. Hjørdis knew his words were a lie. Marcus had been talking to her the entire time and Caradoc had already been cooking at that point. As he presented a plate of food to her, she placed her hands on it. Her mind was still clearly distracted by the whole thing as she held the plate. She did not even comment or roll her eyes at his behaviour seconds before. Ahem. "Thank you," She continued, composing herself to prevent herself from making doe eyes at the man as she took the plate. It felt so soppy but she was definitely swooning internally. Geesh, okay, she needed to snap out of this or she would end up staring at him with dreamy eyes for hours.

Ahem. Hjørdis tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. She took the plate from him, smirking at him, "I'm impressed, Browne. Who knew you could be so organised? You might end up as the most organised head of house there is," She teased him. He was not disorganised, by any means but his organisational system was... very different to her own. She had spent countless hours trying to reorganise the chaos into a system that actually made sense. After Caradoc proceeded to spend weeks asking her for help after failing to find files, even though they were in actual order, she had given up. Despite the disorganised chaos, he somehow found everything he needed to faster. She would definitely still tease him about it though. Her system actually made sense to, you know, normal people.

Her gaze turned to spot more students arriving. Caradoc was telling Simmons to get to work but this was his task, after all. He was not being paid to flirt, after all, "I'll let you get back to it. Someone has to save Markiepoo the birdman," She teased, knowing that Marcus was not a huge fan of being the 'face' of the truck - and secretly hoping that 'Markiepoo' heard her choice of words for him. But being the face of the truck was definitely Caradoc's speciality. She paused for a second, allowing her gaze to fall onto his cheek. She wanted to place a kiss on it but that was not something she would do in public - or around children. Since she could not live in this moment forever, she simply raised her own hand running them over her own cheek as though she was brushing something off. A motion that just looked like brushing something off to everyone else. Caradoc would likely understand the reference though. A smirk was shot his way as she turned away, stepping away from the back of the truck and making her way towards the crowd so she could go and supervise the children.

Outfit of the Day

DATE ▪ 08/01/21 OUTFIT ▪ X

ABILITIES: Perfectionist ▪ Impartial English ▪ Swedish

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INTERACTIONS: @Hjørdis Jensen

Felix had never heard of food trucks before, and from the word around the campgrounds it seemed to be a popular muggle way to eat, so he was willing to give it a shot, especially if he wanted to interact with a few muggleborns and learn more about their culture. If doing so meant... Socializing, then so be it. He decided to show up fashionably late, mostly to avoid the early crowds. He was decked out in his usual attire of a black leather jacket, dark ripped jeans, and a pair of combat boots. His outfit was embellished by a silver chain that hung around his neck and a pendant in the shape of a silver bird skull.

Seeing as everyone was already paired off when he arrived, perhaps he should have rethought his decision. Whatever, the professors were playing good music and he was hungry. He stared over at the colourfully painted van and frowned. Was this what a food truck was? For some reason, he had been picturing the large muggle trucks that had multiple wheels. Hm... He quickly glanced around to observe the others who had already received their food. Was he really going to do this? Yes, yes he was. He was going to walk up to this... vehicle and ask the man for some food.

It was then that he caught sight of an adult woman in a pink floral dress. She seemed to be in a daze. Felix's eyes flickered down to her food as he approached her, and, as if on cue, his stomach rumbled. He had to admit, it did look pretty good. "Kanske behåller de all god mat för professorerna. Maybe they keep all the good food for the professors." He would wonder out loud in his native tongue, unaware that this professor could have very well spoken or at least understood Swedish. He was tempted to walk up and take the plate out of her hands and thank her for serving food to the students, but she looked so gleeful and even he wasn't that much of an asshole.

Interacting with @Elena Jangleton and @Santario Martin
Open to Interactions

Quinn had just been enjoying his hotdogs, drink, and the chill no...ecstatic environment. He felt he was starting to make a new friend maybe. But then on a strange gut feeling he looked up just as he was about to respond to Elena Jangleton. What he saw both confused him and lit the oh so familiar fire of deep seated rage. The type of rage he only ever felt when a loved one was hurt. The sort of rage that burned hotter then the rage he felt when someone hurt one of his friends.

His body tensed and his face for a brief moment contorted into a terrifying visage of unbridled, snarling fury. Just as quickly he managed to wrench that back and began to step forward focusing now on the small, clearly distraught figure of his little sister and best friend. He had the thought to look to Elena and smile apologetically bowing his head quickly.

"Forgive me I must go. But if you're ever around the library just look for the tall lad reading a stack of books." He turned away and scowled as he stalked towards San's. Closing the distant in a matter of seconds with long quick strides.

Standing well over 9 feet, even in his 14 year old body he was awkwardly built limbs looking disproportionate slightly in their muscles mass giving him a sort of lean yet stocky physic. A very weird yet still terrifying build for his size. Arms like logs and tensed up to appear just as hard. Hands nearly crushing the plate as he knelt down to one knee and softened his expression.

Internally on the walk and as he knelt down there was a discussion. "Harlin."

"Quinnifer."

"Good Cop? Bad Cop"

"Good Cop, Sassy Cop."

"Fine. I'm trusting you here but let me do the talking first."

His expression softened and he offered her one of his uneaten hotdogs. "Hey there San. How are you doing? And whose the bitch with the death wish?" The voice slipped out and he grimaced, but pushed on. "Feck it. Harlin!" It was a momentary transition followed by a hand gently squeezing her shoulder. And the high pitched flamboyantly sassy voice of one narcissistic asshole.

"Hey there Peaches. You're not looking so good. But I-I mean we can fix that for you. Say the word and we'll breaking her like a twig. Don't know what she said to you but it must have been nasty? I mean she's obviously got the sass and drama down, but she messed up when she targeted you and...I can't have that." A dangerous smile graced his lips as he began to giggle.

Quinn mentally smacked him causing him to grimace, but he continued getting closer so he can whisper, "Don't worry I'll take my sweet time." There was that dangerous giggle followed by a bit of a struggle in his voice as Quinn wrenched back control and reeled himself back.

"Feckin...I knew this was a bad idea. Are ye okay, deirfiúr bheag? And um hotdog is still there for the taking." The deep bass voice of Quinn came back in full swing. He seemed a bit tire and clearly still upset but there all the same. His broad back to everyone else as he would look around, acting as her protective guardian.

Translation: Little Sister