Owen McGrath stands outside of his cabin, calling out to the passing by campers that looked lost and searching for cabins. Cabin 3 was his, but he knew where everyone belonged so was able to direct them. He had set them himself so he should know. Most seemed well directed already, so Owen didn't have all the much to do, so he continued to stand outside his cabin, waiting for his campers to arrive.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Blair White pays the taxi man with a small smile, thanking him for the ride. He didn't really mean it, but keeping face was important. He knew the camp pamphlet and site was a sham. A former camper had told him what this place was and he was ready to start sampling what this place had to offer. "Tsk tsk tsk. Poor pickings." He says to himself walking through the camp. He only say 2 girls in the whole camp so far. A little disappointed, he hears his named called out by one of the people in charge, Owen he came to learn as he came close and found out this was his Cabin. It wasn't long before Blair was settled and back out in the camp, looking to start making "friends."