<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/713373042520096840/957459763694825523/20190927_3bf4cb.png)(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/691657169988485150/957457550079586394/6b6405dbaff8917f8168729d1a5cc408.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Layne Opa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145938#msg16145938) &amp; T-Sam</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>This</em>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a1/bc/0f/a1bc0faafcf5f6234ce3a69a1fc8c171.png),<em>plus desert camo military style backpack, older blue canvas high top/white sole Chuck Taylors</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>6:35PM June 4th; Evening</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Hike ---- &gt; Clearing</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>Courtney, Lorelei, Faith, Danica, Felix | CJ, Liam</em><br/><hr/>Layne was bringing up the rear on the hike, it was second nature, something his Dad always did until Layne ended up being four inches taller, and also always his place even before then when his Dad wasn’t around.  Bringing up the rear, keeping an eye on everyone, making sure no one straggled behind, seeing if they needed help, even his teachers had given Layne that role on most fieldtrips, being tall and quiet, which came across as extra mature, and usually at least a year older than his classmates seemed to mark him for the task.<br/><br/>His backpack was one of his Mom or Dad’s, not that it really mattered, they both had friends in other services and the National Guard, and so things like backpacks you didn’t buy.  Instead people scarfed them up when they were being replaced in military inventory and took home, rather than see them thrown out, at least anything that wasn’t secured or classified and that had any kind fi usefulness.  Probably his Dad, who found a use for everything, including bartering with buddies, which was presumably how two Air Force parents came to have an army camo backpack.  In fairness, it was pretty roomy, not that heavy since if wasn’t filled with usual military things and had tons of pockets, compartments, and places you could attach things with carabiners and the like.<br/><br/>Layne had his water bottle hooked that way on one of the front shoulder straps, which made grabbing a drink along the hike easy, and he was big on staying hydrated after getting an IV at a basketball camp for dehydration a couple of summers earlier.  Hydration at hand, and hands mostly full of things he offered to carry, in addition to his own tent and backpack, for Miss Courtney, the hike was worthy of breaking a good sweat and working his legs and even his core a bit, but other than watching his step since he lacked boots and his Chuck Taylor’s were not the most supportive high tops he owned and he didn’t want to turn an ankle stepping awkwardly on a rock or something, it was all good.  Nice scenery, good workout, easy pace and, well, but there was one thing.<br/><br/>“Sleeping out under the stars, noiccce, so which one are you going to nail first?” T-Sam asked right in Layne’s ear as the suddenly both alive and lively stuffed animal had managed to position his giant beak atop Layne’s left shoulder, even though he was technically hooked onto his backpack.<br/><br/>“Nail?!?  What, who…seriously, can you stop with that already, its so embarrassing.  It’s a campout, nothing else,” Layne hissed back, though he wasn’t really a hissy sort of guy and worried that even a loud whisper might carry to those T-Sam was perving on since Layne’s voice was naturally deep and though he didn’t talk a lot, except to animated carny prizes that was, it tended to boom out and carry well, which was not a desirable thing at the moment.<br/><br/>“Which one is Lori again, and Fay-Fay, oh man, no wonder you take the rear, Buddy, you can see all of those bodacious rears I can spy from heres by your ears,” T-Sam blathered on and Layne shook his head, but only slightly and dropped back a little more from the rest.<br/><br/>“I think it’s Lorelei, and Fay-Fay…um, Faith, I think, is her name.  Lorelei is the tall one there, and Faith is the...why am I even telling you, gah!  I told you before I am not interested in doing any of…that, those...things…with them.  I’m at the back to watch out for people, not to stare at their butts, plus, me being in front, it blocks their views too.  We went over this earlier, Sam,” Layne growled and tried to smile, probably idiotically he felt, anytime someone looked back at him.<br/><br/>“So no Lolo and Fifi, not your type, I feel that, man, still noice to look at tho, amIright?  Buttt, you know, you’re 19 so totally legal for sharing a sleeping bag with counselor Courtney, I mean, that fluffy hair, the smexxi derriere, I rhymed that on purpose.  Yeah, I'm a poet and I know it, heh heh heh, she's givin' your stuffy a stiffy.  You say I'm your good luck charm, so it's my duty to get you lucky, Buddy, and I will have to beak that counselor booty if you won’t. Hmm, how about Danic-uhhmphhh,” T-Sam’s raunchy rant suddenly ended when Layne reached up and pinned his beak beneath the shoulder strap, sighing and wondering what in the hell kind of place he had gotten himself into.  He would have to keep Sam under wraps, apparently around Courtney most of all, and what did it mean that mentioning Dani was what got Sam temporarily silenced?  Layne didn’t even know, but she was, you know, interesting.<br/><br/>Finally they were at the clearing that was to be their camp, and Layne grabbed Sam, who made some quick and insanely blush worthy remarks about Layne at least getting some privacy to choke his own chicken, before Sam was half choked himself as he was shoved into one of the many empty pockets of his backpack and while still flustered and hoping the blushing looked like it was just from the workout of the hike, set down his pack and tent in a spot that looked reasonably flat and without any obvious rocks or tree roots in the way, then put the things he was carrying as extra where Courtney indicated,<br/><br/>“Got it, Ma’am, is this where you wanted them?” he asked and after Sam’s earlier comments had a bit of trouble looking their counselor in the eye, but then again was worried that if he didn’t look her in the eyes it would seem like he was looking the places Sam would no doubt be gawking at if he wasn’t put on timeout for the moment.<br/><br/>He was no expert at tent putting up, but they looked simple enough, so he figured on getting to his own before anyone else would have to, but first there sounded like things needed done around camp.  He noticed Felix was a ball of helpful energy, and that was something he could identify with, though Felix seemed to jump in and talk to and help out Lorelei and Faith pretty seamlessly, while Layne was more looking for something less overtly social to do and he helpful at the same time.<br/><br/>Layne was right there when Felix motioned and asked someone to give him a hand, and Layne was two of his super long strides away and loped there a moment later,<br/><br/>“You want to go get the water together, Felix?” Layne asked, simply confirming the task they would be taking on, then grabbed the carry handles of the two sizable, maybe 5 gallon capacity, plastic jugs that had spigots built into the twist off openings that you would use to both fill them and later to fill things from them, “Lead the way, maybe upstream a little so no one accidentally gets any dirt or mud kicked up where we fill them?” he asked, not necessarily a skilled camper, but having gown with his family a few times and pretty much just going with common sense.<br/><br/>The whole place was nice and pretty to look at, seemed like a decent place to camp with the guys and the ladies, and two hours was plenty of time to get everything ready in his mind.<br/>