<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8kfEsxT.png) (https://i.imgur.com/732iZ76.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Liam O'Hara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146551#msg16146551)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>As pictured + black nail polish and a dark green backpack</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 4th; evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Forest Path -&gt; Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Courtney, Campers</em><br/><hr/><br/>Liam was no stranger to hard work. But there's still a difference between spending twelve hours on his feet bussing tables, and hiking all over creation. The terrain is rough, and his boots aren't exactly in the greatest shape. Thinking about the quality of his clothing is almost enough to make him flush, eyes flicking to the ground for an instant before he forces himself to look back up. He can almost hear his Dad telling him to quit the pussy shit, and he breathes out carefully. So what if everyone else is probably wearing name brand clothing bought just to show off at camp, and Liam is left in whatever he was able to shove in the ratty suitcase he'd brought along.<br/><br/>The brush of Balor's fur against the nape of his neck makes him flinch, pulled out of his thoughts. He'd left the backpack unzipped so the cat could get some air, but the stuffed animal had apparently taken it as an invitation to peek out over Liam's shoulder now and again. He'd freaked the first time, hissing at the cat and tripping over a rock--to the great concern of Courtney--but since then had mostly resigned himself to it. The truth is he'd have brought Balor along even<em>if</em>all the weirdness hadn't happened, finding comfort in the animal's presence. It's just. Embarrassing, now, to think about everything he'd shared with Balor, never expecting the cat to<em>come alive</em>.<br/><br/>He's not sure how to handle it, so there's... some awkwardness.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he catches up with the group and does his best to meet their eyes and give them a grin. He's okay. Even with the unexpected 'awakening', he's away from home, and he'd brought his guitar with him on the hike just in case. Every chance to play a tune, right? Between the eight of them they seem to be carrying enough tents and coolers and who knows what supplies to last far more than a day, but what does Liam know? He's not opposed to the outdoors, but his Dad wasn't exactly the<em>camping</em>type. Why camp when you can be working?<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes and blowing sweaty bangs from his face, he's glad when they finally get to the clearing and they can set everything down. Evidently hiking works different muscles, because he's already<em>aching</em>. He's barely sitting for a moment before Courtney is chirping, and he swallows a groan. Balor's muffled laughter isn't helping, and he hits the bag with his elbow, snickering to himself at the quiet 'Oof'. "I can go get firewood," he volunteers, after a moment's thought. He has no idea how to put a tent up, let alone one he has on loan from the camp itself.<br/><br/>Pushing himself up he snags his backpack, glancing around to see if anyone wants to join him and then walks towards the tree line. "...What does firewood look like," he asks aloud, staring at the trees. From the bag Balor pipes up, voice a quiet, amused growl.<strong>"Look for dried out sticks that aren't green."</strong>Blinking, Liam frowns over his shoulder. "How on earth do you know that?" The cat's tail flicks out of the bag in a lazy shrug.<strong>"I listen."</strong>Multiple sets of eyes peer out from the pack, and Liam rolls his eyes again. "Smug little shit," he says, fond.<br/><br/>...Come to think of it, he really hopes Courtney isn't watching him too closely. He doesn't want to get a reputation for talking to himself. Either way, he starts trying to find some dried branches along the forest floor, not wandering too far.