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Nicholas had his nose buried deep in the brochure when suddenly someone was sitting down next to him. Initially he didn't say anything, thinking they were going to greet him, but, no, the first thing out of their--<i>her </i>mouth, was <i>"I'm just gonna sit here for a bit,"</i>  That made Nicholas slowly close the brochure, turning to face her fully. Her voice sounded strained, and though she couldn't see it, he gave her a sympathetic smile. "Carsick?" He asked, "Or, rather...bus sick?" He empathized with her, as he'd actually caught a kid on one of the other busses at the airport hyperventilating into a brown bag. She was by <i>far </i>doing much better than they were. Without thinking, he was reaching over to rub her back, noticing that she probably couldn't hear his words because of the headphones she had on. He could faintly hear piano music coming from them.<br/>
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"Well...lets see here..." He removed his hand and reached under his seat to rummage through his duffle bag. Unlike most of the people on the bus, he decided against using the storage above the seats, he wanted to be able to grab his things and get off the bus as soon as they arrived. That choice ended up working in his favor, because he had several packs of oyster crackers stored in the bag, not by his own choice. Nudging the dark haired girl gently, he waited until she was looking at him to offer one of the packs up. "My mom put these in my bag--she was worried about me catching some 'nature borne stomach flu'. Apparently they're good for nausea. But I've never remembered to eat them when I was sick."<br/>
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He looked past her when another voice was calling out that they'd arrived--a blonde with a journal resting her in lap. Nicholas followed her finger to look out the window, eyebrows raising. Well, it certainly looked like the real deal, with people there all decked out in matching 'Camp Gifford' shirts. Hopefully <i>they </i>wouldn't be required to wear those as well, otherwise the whole thing about them being able to bring their own clothing would seem pretty stupid. When the bus lurched to a stop, Nicholas found himself rubbing the girls back again, starting to stand up, but not moving to squeeze past her. He'd wait until she moved first to not add on any extra discomfort. "Seems like we actually are here. Maybe getting on some good ol' terra firma will help ease your stomach. You can keep those crackers by the way." He smiled at the blonde, motioning with his chin to the bus's exit. "You go on ahead, we'll catch up."<br/>
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When the bus finally came to a stop, Miles was opening his eyes and pulling his headphones down, squinting out the window at the overly bright scene before him, complete with seven guys and girls standing outside the busses with matching shirts--all smiling and clapping. "Oh, <i>Jesus</i>..." He groaned, rolling his eyes and stretching, his fears were confirmed; this was going to be a long and torturous next six weeks. Yawning and standing up, he watched as most of the others on the bus quickly filed off, most likely excited to meet the counselors or calls dibs on cabins. Whatever. Since he had no luggage small enough to fit in the compartments above the seats, everything of his was nestled in the space hollowed out on the side of the bus, he started to make his way ahead.<br/>
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Or rather he would've, had someone not been tripping in front of him, successfully sending her things flying. The source of her tripping was a long pair of legs hanging over the side of the isle seat, and Miles rolled his eyes, not only at the person attached to those legs, but the students that had stopped to look at the redhead instead of just <i>helping </i>her up. Miles stepped around the legs--mostly, having bumped them maybe a bit--, then squeezed by the redhead who was in the process of collecting her things, some strewn farther than others. "Great first impression." He said sarcastically, grabbing the things further away, passing them over to her. "At least everyone will remember who you are."<br/>
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He rose to his feet, looking back at the two or three students that were still watching the scene play out. "Thanks for helping, you guys. Really. It's appreciated." He didn't say much else then, and glanced over again at Quinn, "Hope your hands are okay." was the last thing he uttered, before moving past the remaining onlookers to get off the now almost suffocating bus. Pulling his hood down the moment he was out in the sun, Miles shook his head and looked around, avoiding eye contact with any of what he assumed to be the counselors in case they picked him out of the growing crowd.<br/>
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One of the counselors standing there with a big grin on her face was Ceres. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had the Camp Gifford t-shirt tucked into a pair of denim shorts, converse and calf high white socks (trimmed in green and yellow), completing the look. The moment all the students were off all the busses and standing close enough to hear her, she clapped her hands. "Welcome, campers! We're all so thrilled to have you here for the next six weeks! Congratulations on being accepted to join the one of a kind experience that is Camp Gifford! Give yourselves a round of applause!" She wasn't trying to sound like an overly-excited kindergarten teacher, but Ceres couldn't help it, she'd been tasked with the orientation speech this year, as well as telling all the campers about the rules while they were there. She didn't want to come across as uninterested.<br/>
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After a brief pause, in which some of the students, and all of the counselors, clapped, she was continuing on. "My name is Ceres, with a 'c', and I'm so excited for you all to hear and see what your next six weeks are going to be like. As you can see behind me, we have six huge cabins for everyone to stay in, each with their own wall phone and radio! You all have already been assigned a cabin, but don't worry, it isn't by last name of anything, my fellow counselors and I chose what we thought would be the best mix for each cabin, so you all could encourage each other to do you very best!" Ceres lowered her hands, eyes scanning the faces among her, tone serious when she spoke again, "I know you all saw that the cabins are co-ed, but we believe in the <i>honor system</i> here at Camp Gifford. The bathrooms are separated by gender, so no one has to feel uncomfortable when they want to take a shower or use the toilet. That being said, we don't condone <i>any </i>kind of funny business around here. I'm sure all of you are here to learn and not hook up, at least I <i>hope </i>so. Anyway!"<br/>
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She clapped her hands again, bright smile returning, "Before I go over the rules, does anyone have any questions or concerns they'd like to voice? Don't be shy!"</span>