<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Seadragon.jpeg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Screenshot_2022-04-02_16.55.59.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Faith Carvalho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145110#msg16145110)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Powder blue sports bra, yoga pants and sneakers with white piping. A matching windbreaker is rolled up in her backpack. </em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Danica, Lorelei, Courtney | Karina</em><br/><hr/>Keeping busy kept Faith's mind off of "things," and at the very least, this would be a night under the stars and not stuck in a cabin surrounded by annoyances. The ritualistic nature of making camp was a centering influence on Faith as much as she would loath to admit it. She even found herself helping Lorelei without her typically prickly nature poking through.<br/><br/>Well…until Danica piped up anyway.<br/><br/>At first, Faith didn't realize Danica was talking to her. No, one called her ma'am. Ever. There was no way she was a ma'am. Not yet. Ma'am was for old people, and Faith was not old. When it became apparent that Dani was, in fact, talking to Faith. She gave her a level, flat gaze. There were about 50 things that came to mind as her eyes narrowed, none of them pleasant. Her lips parted to unleash a string of venom sure to reduce the girl to a quivering bowl of jello when Courtney spoke up.<br/><br/>"Isn't that sweet? I am sure Faith will be happy to help," The saccharine southern voice of the camp counselor made Faith's eye twitch in cold fury. She bit back her snotty retort and quickly transitioned to plotting some form of petty vengeance to put the conniving little girl in her place.<br/><br/>"Sure. I'd be happy too," Faith answered though her tone didn't exactly make her words. She moved across the clearing to the edge where Danica had dropped her backpack. Danica was more intelligent than she looked and stayed just out of arm's length of Faith, that shit-eating grin of hers on full display. The little pain in the ass has guts. Faith would give her that.<br/><br/>Faith dumped Danica's tent onto the ground unceremoniously right where her backpack was and started building the tent right there, far away from the rest of the tents. She hadn't said where she wanted her tent after all.   A self-satisfied little smirk played across her face. Once again, Courtney managed to stymie her little revenge game, however.<br/><br/>"We should move her tent closer so we can all be together. Don't you think so?" The chipper voice carried across the clearing, and Faith froze as she was about to hammer a stake into the ground. She took a long, slow, deep breath and forced a smile on her face.<br/><br/>"Of course. What was I thinking?" Faith said with all the false pleasantry of a Moriarty conversing with Sherlock Holmes. When she turned her back to Courtney, her smile disappeared, and she grumbled something about thinking if she was any closer, she might wring her neck. Faith pulled up the stakes and wadded the tent up in a ball. Conveniently forgetting to pick up the backpack, she walked toward the rest of the tents.<br/><br/>Faith quickly scanned the clearing while Courtney cleared it of stones and spotted a patch their camp counselor hadn't gotten to yet. It was perfectly bumpy, with one sharp-edged rock jutting up just so. Before Courtney or Danica could get close enough to see, Faith tossed the tent down over the area and started to build.<br/><br/>"Don't forget to really hammer down those stakes!"<br/><br/>'The woman had eyes in the back of her head,' Faith thought as she looked over her shoulder and watched Courtney pantomime hammering a stake into the ground while making the cutest little 'grr' noise. That sound had Faith reassessing her early thoughts on what a Courtney orgasm might sound like.<br/><br/>Foiled again. Faith finished hammering in the tent spikes with force akin to chopping wood. It was a little much, but she pretended the tent spikes were Danica's face, which made it somewhat cathartic. She would have to be satisfied with knowing Danica would not sleep well tonight. Served the little snot right.<br/><br/>Eventually, Courtney gathered everyone around the camp and started with the inevitable 'getting to know you' questions. It was a herculean effort for Faith to not roll her eyes so hard they fell out of her head. She didn't raise her hand when asked about having much nature experience, even though it was obvious she did. She wasn't about to be picked on to talk or continuously asked for help. It was one thing to volunteer and let Courtney be grateful to her for doing so. It was another thing to be constantly voluntold to help.<br/><br/>The goofy thumbs up did get a smile despite herself from Faith even as she shook her head in disbelief. It was so nerdy. It reminded Faith a little bit of Karina. Considering how Faith had been entertaining herself by guessing what Courtney sounded like when she was having sex, equivocating it with Karina startled her. This time she shook her head to clear any thoughts of associating sex and her former friend from her head. Inevitably Karina was going to come and find her. She would ask her all sorts of questions she didn't want to know the answer to, and Faith didn't want to give. Why didn't Karina just leave her alone like she asked?<br/><br/>Determined to excise Karina from her thoughts, Faith decided to actually listen to what Courtney was saying, and boy did she regret it. The fond memories Courtney shared of her father only brought on painful ones of Faith's own. If called upon, she would say she enjoyed archery and swimming and would leave it at that, clearly lost in her own head. Trying to re-compartmentalize the feelings being dredged up unknowingly by Courtney.<br/>