<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KOImXuU.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney Jones</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 4.15.22 | June 4th, 6:35pm | Clearing | <strong>CJ</strong>, <strong>Danica</strong>, <strong>Faith</strong>, <strong>Felix</strong>, <strong>Layne</strong>, <strong>Liam</strong>, <strong>Lorelei</strong></span><hr/><br/>While the campers go about their work, Courtney can be found looking around the clearing and making sure there aren't any insect infestations or the like to worry about. She has a perpetual smile on her face and a bounce in her step, seemingly genuinely happy to be out in nature. She occasionally makes a noise of excitement or interest upon sighting a particularly shiny rock, and eventually ends up working them into a circular pattern around where, clearly, other camp fires had been held before.<br/><br/>Grinning as she finishes, she looks to see how the campers are managing, calling out advice as seems needed. "Don't forget to really hammer down those stakes!" She makes a gesture with an invisible hammer while making a 'grr' noise, seemingly to indicate hitting something quite hard. "We don't want any of them falling in the night." Courtney's grin widens as she moves to the supply packs and coolers, digging around until she pulls out a giant pack of large marshmallows with a triumphant noise. She shakes it for incentive, adding, "Once we get the fire going we can get some burgers on and roast marshmallows!" with a slightly raised voice so CJ and Liam can hear her.<br/><br/>She's thrilled to be meeting all the new campers; it's her first year as a counselor, so she's doing her best to make sure everyone has a good time. She flits around as needed, judging the tents to likely take longest so that's where she primarily spends her energy as everyone goes about completing their chosen tasks. And sure, maybe this group of campers seems a little odd, but that's okay! She suspects they're just uncomfortable, and it's up to her to help with that. Layne calling her ma'am has her giving the boy a wink and squeeze of the arm. "Just Courtney is fine, sugar. I don't stand much on ceremony."<br/><br/>Consequently as everyone ends up gathering back together, she starts asking them 'getting to know you' questions. "Does anyone have much nature experience?" she starts with, curious as to who has been camping before and who hasn't. "Camping might seem a little scary at first, but it's nice to get back to basics, y'know? Besides, you have me to protect you!" She gives an actual thumbs up. "Before the end of tonight you'll be sorry to go back to your cabin!" Courtney laughs, and much like everything else about her it's exuberant.<br/><br/>It's an exuberance that fades a bit as she glances towards the woods. Huh, she'd thought, for a moment, that she'd seen a large shadow move. Shrugging it off as a trick of the light, she thinks about what else to ask... but can't help a slight sense of unease, like she's being watched. Though, she thinks with a private grin, who<em>wouldn't</em>want to watch her? Tossing her braid over her shoulder, she pounds a stake into the ground with flair and sits back on her haunches. "Any favorite camp activities, or memories anyone would like to share?"<br/><br/>It's always awkward with a new group, she thinks. Maybe a story of her own will help? "I used to go camping all the time with my Daddy when I was younger," she muses. "We'd sit out at night and look at the stars and he'd tell me about all the constellations, his arm around me. You never forget about that smell of woodsmoke, or the way the wind sounds. Cities just don't compare."