((Woot. :o))

Name|| Owen Jackson

Age|| Eighteen

Gender|| Male

Position|| Athletics Counselor

Personality|| Thinking....

Appearance|| Owen like his half sister Jessica, has a fair, mocha cloloured skin tone. He stands at an average height of 5'11. He has an athletic build, making him perfect for Athlectic Councelor. He has relatively alot of muscle from the man sports he plays. He like his two sisters, have light eyes, but unlike their green his are blue, probably because he had a different dad. He has dark brown hair and not black, another feature that sets him apart. And I give up at describing him. I will post a picture XP

Crush|| None at the moment.

Other|| Is Karienne and Jessica's half-brother.

((Yay. xD I'll take the Mess Hall Chef position. o:))

Name: Maria "Spice" Kreja
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Position: Mess Hall Chef

Personality: Quiet, serene. She can usually be found cooking or reading. Not one to make friends, or be social, she prefers being alone, or with one or two close friends. Her personality clashes with her intense, spicy, yummy food that she earned her nickname "Spice" for.

Appearance: Long, wavy red-blonde hair. Her eyes are a subtle blue-gray, and she is a bit tall for a woman, standing at 5'11". Skinny, with pale skin. She prefers to dress in short skirts or skorts, with "blouses", not t-shirts, which makes her stand out at camp, especially considering she's always in the kitchen. She wears balet flats, and her hair in a messy bun. Her clothes are usually bright or neon colors.
Crush: None, open.
Other: Umnah. o_o

((Accepted.

Does anyone want to be the Female Health counselor? She fixes boo-boos. xD))

Name: Avery "Rose" McCarthy.
Age: 19.
Gender: Female.
Position: Health Counselor.

Personality: Rose is a bit gruff, at first, due to her long, difficult history. Once you get to know her, though, she really isn't bad. Since she's never really had anyone who ever cared for her, she is a bit clingy, and forms strong bonds. Rose isn't accustomed to feelings, unless you consider pain a feeling. Her favorite color is black with anything, and her favorite bands are Tokyo Hotel, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, and Paramore. Music is her one escape from the dreariness of life, and she is an impressive singer. She is a creative individual, but could care less about creativity, as if that made any sense, and doesn't like to express herself to others, for fear of being shot down. 

Appearance:

Crush: Hmm. Open. But crushing...
Other: Her job as Health counselor is to take care of boo-boos. c;

Matthew sauntered down the well-trodden dirt path that led towards camp, his golden blonde locks obstructing his view. A smile embraced his ecstatic face, reminiscent of the several summers he had already spent at Riverdale. His heart practically sung the jubilant rhythm of a campfire tune he had grown fond of, as he awaited the merry lapping of water against the camp's pondshore. He didn't know why he was so eager to enter Riverdale; it wasn't as if it was the most high-cl*censored*, luxuriant way to waste his summer. It just reminded him of how happy times were, of what it was like to just enjoy life. Maybe it was the smile on the other kids' faces when they finally learned how to swim, or the one time of the year when he and a bunch of people his age could just sit back as counselors. Whatever it was, he couldn't talk himself out of loving every moment.

Matthew galloped towards the large lake, which seemed framed by the cabins and camp facilities. He smiled as he climbed up a hefty, red lifeguard chair, and leisurely sat, sungl*censored*es atop his head. It almost seemed as if he never even had a job to do.

I wonder who the female life guard is this year, he thought inquisitively.

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Ka.ssidy smiled as she climbed out of her old red pickup and took an unhesitant breath of the piney camp air. She subconsciously ran her hand through her hair, unfurling it from her yellow plastic visor. She looked down at her ripped notebook page that had scrawled directions to Riverdale, just to make sure she hadn't stumbled into the wrong place. She didn't need to anyway, due to the obvious camp scenery, but it wasn't so far-fetched that she may have missed a turn or two. She once more smiled faintly, and headed towards the large building labeled "Mess Hall." She had heard she never needed to be a great cook for this position, which was why she signed up. She couldn't heat up a microwave burrito without forming a mushroom cloud, and she knew it.

She cautiously stepped in the unlocked doorway, and called out, "Hello? It's Ka.ssidy... The as.sistant..." She tiptoed in silently.

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Avery shuddered at the overwhelming sunlight as she stood outside of her makeshift health tent. Even though she was the official health counselor, she didn't know crud about sports... and wasn't the biggest health freak either. She still couldn't figure out why the heck they'd pick her for health. Maybe target practice, but why health?

It's probably because I looked like a quiet, nice little girl who knew how to use Neosporin.

She groaned, considering how many dirty, bleeding cuts and grimy child fingers she'd have to deal with.

((Nice opening post. c:))

Julian jogged down the path towards the cabins. Smiling, he stopped at a cabin there, a sign clearly indicating it was for the male counselors, where he shall met the head counselor. His grin grew wider as he thought excitedly. It's going to be a good year. Who would've thought that I would make as.sistant counselor! He gently pushed the door open, it swinging open with a soft creeeeaaak..... Julian stepped inside, wondering who the head counselor would be. Glancing around, he didn't see anyone. Appearently, he was the first to get there. His shaggy hair flew loosly around his ears, dangling in his eyes. With a sigh, he shoved his hair back, then stepped out of the cabin. Once more, he began jogging, then stopped, a silly smile playing on his lips. No need to jog, Julian, he reminded himself.

He arrived closer towards the front, and he stopped to look at the worn wooden sign adorning the words "Welcome to Riverdale Camp!" in bright, happy letters. Memories flooded over him, taking him back to when he was smaller, a camper. Thinking of his first swim in the emormous, glistening lake, he meandered to it. Once there, he noticed a figure perched in the lifeguard's chair. Deciding to introduce himself, he strode over and called up, "Hey man. Either you're the new lifeguard, or you are seriously confused where you should be. I'm Julian."

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"Hello? It's Ka.ssidy... The as.sistant..." a voice said quietly. Maria, or Spice as she was better known, was hunched over, digging through a cabinet, trying to sort through the pots and pans. She had gotten here a bit early, and decided to check things out. Unlike quite a few cooks before her, Spice was determined to give these campers some good, hearty food. Hearing the voice, she yanked her head up, slamming it on the inside of the cabinet. "Ow..." she muttered, silently, cursing herself for not paying attention. Standing up, Spice fixed her hair, and made her way to where the Kas.sidy chick was.

Arriving, she smiled politely. "Hello. I'm Maria Kreja, but I prefer Spice. I'll be the the mess hall chef this year." Her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze. Spice was never one to yell or holler, and she was quite nervous. The only time she showed authority was in the kitchen, but even then, her voice never gained an octave.

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Raena was lounging on a bench in front of the girl's cabins, iPod blaring, pages flipping. She, like a few others, had gotten here just a bit ago, and she decided to go and do nothing until she possibly had to. Her right foot began moving, incased in a spiky black heel. Her head bopping, Raena smiled at her favorite song. She finally thought to look up, to see if she could spot anyone. In the distance, she barely made out two tiny dots, but she just shrugged, not exactly eager to move. She closed her eyes and got lost in the song.

When the song ended, her eyes opened, and she switched her iPod off. Standing, Raena stretched and rubbed her foot, which had been tucked under her and caused it to go to asleep. "Well, I wonder when I'll see a little more life in this place." She muttered to herself, and began the walk to the main cabins, her hips swaying to the song in her head.

((....Eh, not my best, but it'll do for opening posts, I guess. :/))

((Aw. Thanks Myst. <3 And yours was good.))

Matthew, who was half asleep, basking in the sun, was startled that he heard another human's voice.

"Hey man. Either you're the new lifeguard, or you are seriously confused where you should be. I'm Julian," a foreign voice chirped.

Matthew stumbled out of the lifeguard chair in shock, laughing as he fell down. He strutted goodnaturedly over to where the other boy stood. "Hey," he chuckled. "What's up? I am hoping you aren't the female lifeguard," he added hysterically.

He scrutinized the friendly, pale face that was under a whimsical m*censored* of red hair. "I'm Matthew, by the way. Most people call me Alpha, though, for one reason or another." His smile was crookedly offset by his pointed nose. "I am guessing you are a counselor, because, no offense, but you are a bit old-looking for a camper," he mused.

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Ka.ssidy looked concernedly at Spice's forehead, her eyes considerate. "Are you alright? I saw you hit your head..." She wondered pacedly, an ex
pression of care plastered on her alabaster face. She paused for a moment, consumed with needless worry.

"Oh, and nice to meet you, Spice. I heard there was supposed to be another helper, too. Have you seen him around?" She pondered, disinterested. "And if you don't mind my asking, what will I be doing this summer? I can't really cook..." He blush reddened even more, betraying her embara.ssment.

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Avery went through the first aid box, curious of what they trusted her with. She reached in, blowing a bubble of spearmint Stride gum, and pulled out a handful of ointment containers and purple baindaids. She smiled, unwrapping one and pasting it to her right arm, even though she had no injuries. She opened a cabinet, to find a huge supply of water bottles, and another to find at least a hundred cough drops. Another cabinet held a surplus of mosquito spray and sunblock, and yet another led to nonpreion aspirin and cold medicine. She opened a mini-fridge to find ice, and more ice... and more ice. She even found a gauze stash on the shelf underneath an economy telephone.

She didn't like the smell of the tent, which was a disgusting blend of decade-old germ-x and pungent Benadril, so she stepped out of the tent, and wandered around, getting to really see the camp for the first time. She walked around so much, that she happened to absentmindedly run into a mohawk. It took a few minutes for her to realize that mohawk was connected to a person.

"Oh my gosh. So sorry..." She murmured at the general direction of Raena, her cheeks cherry red.

"Ty! Come one, let's go idiot!"Adra called. She was getting frusterated because of her brother. She lightly held her blue streaks and sighed.

Ty walked out and laughed. "Cranky pants."He joked.

"Shut up jerk. Let's just go."Adra said. She grabbed her black bag and walked around. "Calm down Adra. Just ignore Tyler and everything will be okay."She told herself aloud. She heard Ty sigh. "That's why I said it out loud."She laughed.

(Sorry for my fail. I stayed up late.)

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