It wasn't long before the same boat was back in view of the island. On the front of the ship stood a slender female that was dressed in the stereotypical attire for a Gothic girl. A choker donned her lean neck, and nearly matching bracelet set snug against her thin wrist. Gwen was unique as her two toned hair showed, the back half jet black and the front almost a grey-hue. The look plastered on her face showed the disappointment about the overall camp. As a thick sole boot stepped onto the old wood, "this is not what was in the flyer," Gwen instantly spoke looking at the host. She was lugging a over the shoulder bag, and messenger bag with anarchy signs on them. Walking pass the host, she refused to boost his ego and say that she was happy being there. Standing next to the red head, Gwen merely chuckled.