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When; Midnight, the 29th into the 30th.
Rating; R...? I'm so bad at rating things. Drug use, obviously. Also inevitable nudity, I think, with this group.
Characters; Eames, Dulcie, Angela, and any other of the counsellors that want to join them! Posting order is up in the air. WHATEVS. GIVE NO FUCKS. Whomever. Go for it. Threadjack. Make with it.
Summary; Poetry reading. Book club. Every other metaphor under the sun for toking up behind the canoe shelter.
Log;

[ Eames feels more than a little ridiculous, waiting behind the canoe shelter as the watch on his right wrist tells him it's getting closer to midnight. Next time, he really ought to pick the location for himself, rather than out on the beach - though, granted, he supposes the sand would be well enough of a guard against Saya, who'd rather not sink with her heels in any sort of soft ground. He has to wonder if this is anything near normal, for camps, but then decides he doesn't particularly care. Between this and the occasional bout of cards with Rupert, Eames is having an easy enough time settling on with his community service. He either has the best parole officer and judge combination or potentially worst - but it benefits him, so he can't complain that perhaps in the grand scope of things he got off a little easy.

But money laundering isn't exactly all that serious, is it?

Right.

Anyway.

He shuffles on his feet, sandals hanging from two fingers of his hand tucked beneath the thong of them. Toes digging into the soft sand, still retaining the heat of the day, he waits for the others to arrive. More importantly, Dulcie - but anyone else was a welcome brand of company, anyway, so long as they were the proper sorts of counsellors. Or, at least, knew how to keep their mouths shut. ]

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Eames.

[Cinna shivers. There's something... anarchist about him that Cinna doesn't like. He's an Arts and Crafts counselor, but he respects the rules and genuinely likes this camp.

Okay, all the rules but the ones against him making out with the really pretty girl he's with.]

[Angela raises an eyebrow.]

I was talking about Rudy. Eames is a nice guy, just misunderstood.

Okay, I give you Rudy.

[She does mean the counselor and not the kid, right. Because kid-Rudy was pretty normal. But this is not what he came here for.]

So... what're you doing tonight. Just... hanging out?

[Definitely the counselor, but the kid... give him a few years.]

Pretty much. Why? You wanted to do something?

I, um, well, I thought we could... hang out a little?

[He almost hit his face with his hand. Smooth, Cinna, real smooth.]

[For somebody so experienced and sophisticated, Angela sure does have a soft sport for the geeky, the slightly geeky, and the all out nerdy. A soft smile and she's getting up from her spot, tossing the bookbag aside for the others to dig through.]

Where do you want to go?

[His bunk? But that's totally inappropriate to say out loud.]

Just... maybe somewhere private?

[Pursing her lips in thought...]

There's the shed by the creek?

[He tries not to look too excited about that and fails.]

Sure! I mean, if that's okay with you.

[He's cute, like a monkey holding a puppy.]

If it wasn't, I wouldn't have said it.

[He jumps up and remembers to offer her his hand.]

C'mon, then.

[She takes it, giving it a little squeeze.]

And we'll come back here later, okay? You don't have to do anything.

Oh, sure, no problem.

[He keeps hold of her hand and starts walking, barely paying attention to the surroundings as he still can't believe he has a pretty girl that he's sneaking around with. Camp is AWESOME.]

[It's rather dark in the woods, but the little bit of moonlight helps mark out the trail as they make their way to their secret spot.]

So, how's the summer treating you?

Good!

[He loves it, it's the only place where his geekiness is encouraged and rewarded. He's really only happy when he's making things.]

I have some really promising campers this year.

I'm going to guess none of those campers are named Rudy.

[The kid's a tough nut to crack, man. Angela's never had it so hard getting somebody to cooperate in the years she's worked here.]

He's not that bad. He's quite handy.

[They reach the shack and Cinna remembers enough to open the door for her.]

We just need to find some way to engage him.

And quite stubborn. He doesn't want to try anything new and if you ask him to just try for once, he starts claiming violations of his rights and how he's going to report back to the Prime Minister.

[She laughs as she runs a hand along the wall and finds the light switch, only to turn and grab Cinna by his arm, pulling him inside, as soon as the overhead bulbs flicker to life.]

I didn't come here to talk about campers. I don't think you did, either.

I, um, no...

[He looks around the small room and finally back to Angela.]

You look really pretty tonight, Angie.

[She doesn't really look any different that she usually does, except she stuck a daisy behind her ear that's been there since this morning's nature walk. But Angela smiles softly, blushing the faintest bit, as she drapes her arms around his neck.]

Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.

[His own arms wind around her hips, pulling her close as he actually blushes.]

Not like you do.

[He leans down to give her a soft kiss, heart pounding like it always does. He's always worried she's going to dance away from him and tell him it's all a joke she's playing on him.]

[Angela would reply about there being no contest, but her mouth is currently occupied, taking the moment to make this kiss last longer than just a small peck.

As for running away, she might be flighty, flirty, and easily bored, but she doesn't play jokes with people's hearts. Cinna has nothing to worry about.]

[He loves kissing her. Loves it like he loves the way color moves from a paintbrush to an object. Taking a chance, he lets his hand slide down to her ass. Just briefly. Just so he could say he did it once.]

[She pulls back to glance down at her ass and his hand upon it. On her face is a very amused smirk. Wordlessly, her own hand is firmly planted his ass. First time for everything, right?]

[He squeaks at her hand on his ass. And then he blushes harder because how much of a dork does that make him?]

S-sorry. Um... you want me to move it, then?

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