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summer camp rp!
summer camp rp!
im making an rp where charries are enrolled in this camp for teens that seems like a normal camp, but there are secrets, secrets that the characters will discover throughout the rp.
If you want to join, please think about whether or not you'll be able to post a lot. So that it'll be more balanced, with everyone posting regularly.
Here's the charrie form:
Name:
Pronouns:
Personality:
Appearance:
Skills:
Hobbies:
Packing list:
Other:
Anyway, that's all! Limit 10-12 people btw. I'll post my character in a little while.
submitted by addiefromlondon, age 14, london<3
(February 27, 2023 - 1:46 pm)
(February 27, 2023 - 1:46 pm)
The car wheels crunch over gravel as my sister manuvers her car into the parking spot. I hop out, grab Fluffles' tank and my backpack, sling the backpack over my shoulder, and wave goodbye to her. I love having siblings in college with driver's lisences. I'll be able to get mine next year, and I could not be more excited. I pull up the hood on my raincoat and hurry through the rain to the bus, sliding into an empty seat in front of two people, one with firey red hair and one with glasses. I turn around in my seat and rest my chin on the back of it, joining their conversation because why not.
"Hello there. I'm Scuttles! I'm a he/him today but I'm genderfluid, so don't get used to it! Who are you?"
They look a little startled but quickly recover, introducing themselves as Torch, she/they, and Gemma, also she/they. Torch has a drawing tablet in their lap, with a beautiful although partially finished drawing open on it. I grin.
"Nice drawing." I say.
(March 13, 2023 - 9:08 am)
Hours later, the Greyhound screeches to a stop in front of a large wooden sign that reads: Welcome to Camp Foris. The blue paint has chipped away to reveal rotting gray wood. It's not exactly the picturesque scene I imagined arriving at.
I can hear the small teen in the row next to us talking their seatmate's ear off.
"Oh I am so excited!!! I can't believe we're here and did you know this is my first sleepaway camp like it sounds so cool--have you been to a sleepaway camp before? Nevermind actually you don't have to tell me and OH WAIT. THE DOORS ARE OPENING WE CAN GET OFF THE BUS, YES!" they squeal.
I turn to Torch, smothering a laugh. "And here I thought that kid Scuttles was energetic." We both burst out laughing.
"I wonder if we can choose our own cabin? Like, the people in it and stuff?" Torch asks.
"I don't know. But I hope so!" Suddenly, a blaring announcement sounds over the Greyhound speakers.
"Welcome to Camp Foris. Please exit the bus and take your things, then wait for further instruction." I stand up and grab my duffel, then make my way down the aisle along with the other teenagers. The rain has, thankfully, stopped.
When everyone has exited the bus, the driver steps down and places a hands on her hip. In her other hand she holds a shiny clipboard. She's skinny and blond and her uniform sags off her frame. She doesn't look very happy.
"All right. I'm going to be assigning you to cabins. And before you ask," she says, watching hands go up, "no, I will not be accepting requests to be with all your sixteen best friends." Groans echo through the group. My heart drops.
"These are the arrangements: in the Red Oak Cabin, Julian Bonnet, Scuttles, and Cedar Boyd. In the Viola Cabin, Autumn Kastor, Cosmia Stormbright, and Verosica Mayday. And in the Throne Cabin, Gemma Anderson, Torch Lily, and Echo Hallowswift." She turns to glare at us.
"I'm not showing you to your cabins, so please don't get lost. It's not that hard, kids!" the driver finishes, and slams the bus doors with a flourish. She peels off into the cold gray lot without another word.
(March 14, 2023 - 2:06 pm)
I grin, slide my tablet (with the now-completed drawing) and stylus into my backpack, and toss it onto my shoulder, then exit the bus along with the group of other kiddos. Me and Gemma wave goodbye to Scuttles and head for our cabin. The cabins are pretty nice. They are pretty small, but they have electricity and AC. Theres two bunk beds in each, but since there's only three to a cabin one of the bottom bunks doesn't have a mattress, and instead we store our luggage on it. I claim the top bunk above the luggage.
I unpack my bedding and other stuff and start getting settled in. Despite the angry-looking bus driver, it seems like this will be pretty fun.
(March 15, 2023 - 8:50 am)
~Gemma~
After a while, we make it to our cabin. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, with AC and electricity. Torch, Echo, and I stack our suitcases on the leftover bed, and Torch snags the bunk above it.
"Echo, do you want the top or bottom?" I ask. Personally, I want the bottom bunk, because it's cozier. And I'll have a space to decorate.
"Top, if you don't mind." Echo replies, wiping her glasses on her sweater. "I have a loft bed at home." I nod and begin spreading out my sheets and comforter. Lila and I had shopped for camp things a couple weeks ago, and I got blue polka-dotted sheets and blanket.
From the top bunk, Torch cries out. "Ach! A spider!"
"Oh no..." I groan. "I hate spiders."
Later, once we're all unpacked, I'm spread out on my bed reading a book. Torch is still drawing, and Echo's in the bathroom. But after a few minutes, our door bangs open, and a tall man with a dark beard enters noisily.
"You kids! It's time for intiation and dinner, alright? Did you not read the schedule?" He gestures to a worn laminated sign on the wall. I stand up and squint, trying to read the yellowed print.
"We couldn't read it..It's too old." I shrug, slipping my hands into my pockets.
"Hmph. Well, get out here now!" he yells. Echo shuffles out of the bathroom and slides into her shoes, and Torch and I follow suit, smothering chuckles. We all go after the bearded man, muttering to ourselves.
(March 15, 2023 - 1:11 pm)
The moment I hear Gemma complain about the spider, I know this will be prime pranking material. I quietly pick up the spider, which turns out to actually be a daddy long legs, and slip it into a little disposable plastic container, the kind they give you canned fruit in your school lunches in, and stab some air holes in the top. I brought these along solely for this purpose. They were intended catching wasps and bees, which are also prime pranking material, but they're great for everything. I tape the edges securely shut with a few scraps of duct tape (also brought for the purpose of pranking) just to be safe and slip it into my pocket.
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Some dude with a beard, who I nickname Mr. Beard in my head, comes in and yells at us to get our sorry bottoms out of here and get to dinner. I turn off my tablet, leave it on my bed, and slide off the bunk bed, landing with a thump on my feet. It's still raining hard, so I pull on my raincoat and tie my hiking boots, then head out after Mr. Beard, fingering the daddy long legs' container in my pocket.
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At dinner, there's the kids who came on our bus, and kids from a few other buses. After grabbing my food, I slide into the across from to Scuttles, who is near a few other kids from our bus, and wave for Gemma to come join me.
(March 15, 2023 - 4:24 pm)
Verosica Mayday
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I just hopped of the bus, and trudged to the cabin, when a tall man knocked on the door. I tugged my hood over my horns, and curled my tail under my long trench coat.
"Hey! You there. It's time for intiation and dinner. Let's go." I lay my stuff down, as to not hurt Moxxie, my snake. Thinking, I pause "Uh, I'll be there in a moment" He grunt's walking away. I unzip the bag pulling clothes, the my daggers, an old polaroid camera, and finally my small, white snake. He flicks his tounge in and out. I smile, my fangs glinting in the dim light. He winds around my arm, under my long sleeves.
Hoping down the stairs, I notice three girls following the man. I quickly run in their direction, assuming they are going to dinner. The wind blew, hard. I quickly tugged at my hood, looking around. Distracted, I accidently bumped into the three people in front of me. "Uh. My bad!" I said looking down, keeping my mouth as small as I could. "Uh...are you going to dinner?"..
(March 15, 2023 - 4:42 pm)
I'm on the way to dinner when I see somebody accidentally bump into the two people I was sitting in front of on the bus, Gemma and Torch, and one other person I don't know. Checking that my moth wings are folded and my antennae are hidden among my hair, I jog to catch up with them. Torch has tripped, and I offer them my hand and pull them to their feet. Then I turn to the one who knocked into them.
"Hello there. I'm Scuttles, he/him today. Who are you?"
(March 16, 2023 - 8:54 am)
Sorry I'm late
COSMIA
I refused to take the bus,instead tracking them with my computer. I arrived10 minutes later due then the others due to this method. "Um,GLOWE,?You sure that this is the right place? Looks really normal here...."" Don't be silly!Cozy, You checked the signal yourself. " says GLOWE,my talking robocat and partner. "I know...."" What's wrong?" ..... I miss Mia".they nuzzle into my shoulder " we'll get her back, I know we will".we walk to the viola cabin in silence, each thinking about the one we lost,when GLOWE suddenly stops."Get into the cabin. Now".we rush into the cabin. " what was it?" "I'm not sure, but I think you need to start hacking." Ok then" I grab my computer. "This is what I do best".I sit down and begin to hack.
(March 17, 2023 - 3:06 pm)