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<u>mood</u>: Excited.<br/>
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"It's nice to meet you too," Trixie told Nico as he introduced himself to her. She knew she'd be meeting a lot of new people at camp but she didn't expect for it to start off because of her motion sickness. In any case, Nico seemed like a nice guy and she was looking forward to getting to know more people for the duration of their stay at Camp Gifford. For now, she got off of the bus as one of the last few people, and stood with the others while they were addressed by one of the counsellors. Trixie was distracted for much of it, finding herself lost in thought and looking at her surroundings. She had yet to see the inside of the cabins and what else the camp had to offer, but so far it was pretty nice. <br/>
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The blonde from the bus, whose name Trixie didn't know, asked a question that received a prompt response, and Trixie forced herself to focus a bit more as the counsellor launched into a few more rules and things they all needed to remember. Standing on solid ground definitely made her feel better, but she knew she'd be even happier if she could feel the grass against her bare feet. She was guessing that that would have to wait till they were all settled in, though. <br/>
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The cabin arrangements were soon announced, and Trixie perked up when she heard her name being called out. She was going to be in the same one as Nico, and she figured that it'd be nice to go into it at least somewhat knowing someone. She was certain that those who <i>didn't</i> suffer from motion sickness probably made a lot of friends already during the ride over. <br/>
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After grabbing her luggage, Trixie made her way to Hemlock House. The interiors were certainly more well decorated than than she was expecting. She was sure most, if not all of the campers were used to some degree of luxury, but when Trixie heard the word 'camp', she definitely expected to rough it up a bit more. In any case, she was far from complaining. She headed straight upstairs and spotted a familiar face stepping out of one of the rooms just as she got there. "We meet again," she told Nico with a  small chuckle before popping into the other room, figuring that there was some sort of silent agreement to split them all up based on gender. The room was empty at the moment, so she just put her stuff down on one of the beds closest to the door before allowing herself a moment to take it all in. <br/>
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<div style="display: flex; flex-direction: row;"><div style="width: 150px; background: url(https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Oscar-Kindelan-Reserved-Fall-2019-Menswear-006.jpg); background-size: 280px; background-position: 70% 0%; font-size: 0px; margin: 10px; ">pic</div><div style="flex-grow: 1; margin: 10px; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-top: 5px;"><div style="font-family: Poppins; font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px;">ricardo 'ricky' santiago</div><u>location</u>: Bus › Hemlock House<br/>
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<u>mood</u>: Amused.<br/>
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Ricky looked at the redhead as she showed him her hands and nodded. He tilted his head to the side a bit, though, when she brought up how it was something that was bound to happen at camp. "Well I've never been to a camp before so I wouldn't really know," he replied with a shrug. Any time spent away from home was usually at a five star hotel or lavish ski resorts. "But I you're right. That's the kind of thing I expect out of spending time in the wilderness." He could enjoy nature if he was relaxing on the beach or going skiing. Camping wasn't really something he was entirely fond of experiencing, and perhaps he was being a bit more dramatic about the situation than he needed to be, but he was really only doing this because of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. <br/>
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"I'm sure the counsellors will have something for that," Ricky added, nodding to her hands. "Speaking of which, we should probably see what they're saying since I think we missed most of it," he said, smirking a bit. Truthfully, he didn't mind missing the welcome speech, but he <i>did </i>want to know where he'd be sleeping. The less time spent outdoors, the better. <br/>
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"C'mon." He motioned with his head to the exit and squeezed past her to step outside himself, just in time to hear one of the counsellors announcing the room assignments. He heard his own name, along with a bunch that he didn't recognise, but he was glad to know he'd be in the cabin with fewer people. Now that he knew the name of the cabin he was staying in, Ricky went to grab his bags before he made his way there, already seeing a few others entering before him. <br/>
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The inside wasn't so bad. Not as bad as he expected it to be. Part of him was sure that certain things might be falling apart or poorly constructed but he supposed it was so well known for a reason. With the amount of success Camp Gifford has had in the past, Ricky should have guessed sooner that they made sure the entire experience was comfortable for the kind of people that applied to go there. <br/>
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Instead of going straight up, Ricky dropped his bags where he stood and leaped onto the couch, stretching his legs out across the cushions and taking up any available space. After tucking one arm behind his head, he released a sigh in content. "This isn't so bad."​</div>