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</a><b>Name:</b><a class="link link--internal" href="http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=64132&amp;pid=1627995#pid1627995">Melinda</a>|<b>Location:</b>Arrival<hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Having dreaded the imagery conjured into her head at the terms "camp" and "boarding school" being used of one place, Melinda's first scanning gaze over the area was obviously relieved. While not typically one for the outdoors, the lush green and quiet atmosphere immediately put her at ease, feeling less banished and more as if on vacation. Less removed and more nestled. Lightly, she smiled.<br/><br/>More than that, as she watched the counselors who were out to greet the new arrivals, she noticed how young and relaxed they seemed. Here were adults who, at least on first impression, appeared more likeable than most of her schoolmates back home. Wasn't this place recommended to her parents as a way to "prepare her for the real world"? That had always seemed like code for very unlikeable things.<br/><br/>Melinda narrowed her eyes in some confusion and skepticism, and much curiosity, readjusting the black bag slung over her shoulder, before drifting further in.