<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkUqzm7.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/HDfKZf7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Carter Jak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145246#msg16145246) &amp; Bully</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a white-t. A stainless steel cross hangs from his neck<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Liam, Courtney | Other Campers </em><br/><hr/><br/>Cj was bent over picking up sticks when the stick tapped his shoulder. He had to shift his foot to catch himself from stumbling too far forward, startled by the action. There was a moment it took him to process what Laim was doing, considering he clearly said the word wrong. Maybe he was British or something.<br/><br/>CJ dropped his pile of sticks aside from the one that he had originally used as a makeshift sword. With an overly bright smile he spun around and smacked his stick against Liam's. The sound echoed a bit and the overall action made his bag swing around, before he let it fall. Bully grunted as he hit the ground, working on loosening the drawstring bag enough that part of his face poked out. Meanwhile Cj was bouncing around and energetically engaged in the stick fight, even if he did not seem very interested in hitting Liam himself, only getting the admittedly cool sound of the sticks clacking together. There was footwork involved but it falls short of anything too impressive.<br/><br/>Courtney’s voice is about the only thing that brings CJ back to reality. He clears his throat and snickers at Liam. “Quite the swashbuckler there matie, though we should probably get back. They might think we couldn't handle the firewood,” Cj said with a sheepish grin. Bully only groaned, shifting in the bag that had been abandoned on the ground. “Had to find a way to make this even more lame didn’t ya kid? This is what happens when you only watch veggie tales.” Cj bushed a bit and grabbed the bag from the ground, giving it a rough shake. “I haven’t watched that in years,” he muttered, loud enough that Liam could hear, even looking his way to make sure he did. He then went to pick up the sticks again. He’d steal a few more glances at Liam as they finished up and made their way back to the others.<br/><br/>While bully wasn’t able to talk in the group, Cj could feel him moving around the moment Courtney was in sight and talking to them. The jock raised his hand when she asked about nature experience. “Went camping all the time with my youth group,” he shrugged a bit, trying to play it off like he wasn’t expecting everyone to be impressed he’d done some version of this before. Even if all the time only equated to three times.<br/><br/>He eyed her momentary glancing towards the woods but said nothing of it. Even if it made his own gaze look out there. He really did not want to see a wolf or something like that. Her question seemed to excite him and make Bully try to give him several signs to keep his mouth shut, all of which he ignored. “Every night before he turned in we’d go for a swim in the lake. We camped right next to it for a reason, there was a tire swing that would go right into the water.” Cj made a gesture with his hand and then an explosion motion that was probably supposed to be the splash from the water.<br/>