<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>Lorelei | Courtney, Danica, CJ, Felix, Layne, Liam</em><br/><hr/>It had been a while since Faith had been camping and even longer since she had hiked this far. Her suntanned flesh was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, and her hair was a little frizzed from moisture and wind. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing harder than usual. Still, Faith never complained or fell behind, unlike her cabin mate Danica. The group had to stop and wait more than once as she wandered off to watch a butterfly or two squirrels fucking or some other shit she found interesting. The girl was already exhausting, and camp had just started.<br/><br/>Camp. Seriously. She was eighteen. She should be lying on the beach with her friends, watching all the guys work of the courage to talk to them, then shooting them down in new and inventive ways. Camp wasn’t her choice. This whole fiasco was her mom’s fault. It wasn’t the joint found in her room or getting caught shoplifting a fifth of jack from the base minimart. No, this was her mom trying to control her. Treat her like some little girl in pigtails who couldn’t make her own decisions. Sorry, mom. Baby’s all grown up. You just missed it.<br/><br/>The hike had been one long mental bitch fest where Faith laid out every indignity that led her to this point in time, and of course, all roads led away from her and directly to her mom. It did serve to push her through any potential fatigue. By the time they approached the clearing, Faith had mentally stomped all her frustrations into the long hiking trail behind her. She was sure to pick them up again on the way back to camp, but at least she was away from the worst of her cabin mates and had been too distracted with her thoughts for the new people to annoy her.<br/><br/>Even Courtney’s chipper attitude had been mostly ignored, not that she would have lipped off to the vapid blonde anyway. Faith wasn’t stupid. She knew if the camp counselors liked you, you could get away with murder, so her acerbic barbs were saved for the rest of the plebians. Courtney got helpful and pleasant Faith. The Faith people loved and adored. The Faith face, as it were. Faith hated that face. All sweet and happy and fake.<br/><br/>Courtney’s beaming countenance announced their arrival with a flourish, and Faith wondered if she was always this way. So happy and chatty and sweet. Seriously, her orgasm must sound like two chittering chipmunks. Super cute yet fucking annoying. However, watching how Courtney’s butt wiggled back and forth had gotten Faith through that last incline. She probably owed her something for that.<br/>The least she could do was not bitch and moan when the counselor asked them to start pitching tents.<br/><br/>“Yeah. I’ll help.”<br/><br/>Faith wasn’t sure she would use her tent tonight but had brought it along just in case, and she wasn’t going to let any of these other idiots set it up. It would be liable to come falling down around her ears. She found what she felt was the best spot and set about pitching her tent. Faith had been camping since before she could walk and knew how to set up just about any tent imaginable. Hers’ was built in no time, and she tossed her backpack inside. There was the slightest. “Ooph,” from inside of it.<br/><br/>“That was quite uncalled for,” came the indignant muffled voice from inside the pack. It had the vaguest of English accents. Faith poked her head inside, wearing a vindictive smirk.<br/><br/>“I didn’t ask for you to come along. You insisted. Besides, you said normal, sane people shouldn’t know about this, and since there are normal, sane people around, maybe you should…you know…shut up.” Faith snarked back quietly. She wasn’t certain Courtney was really sane. She was a camp counselor and abnormally happy. No sane person was that happy…or a camp counselor, but Coral didn’t need to know that.<br/><br/>“I’m still not certain I didn’t eat some bad mushrooms or some shit, so don’t push me, Coral.” Faith said before ducking back out of the tent and zipping it up before Coral could say anything more. Faith didn’t want to process the insanity of her situation. She had done enough of that the past couple of days and had come to one of two conclusions. Either she had gone irrevocably insane, or that magic was real. She wasn’t sure which one of these conclusions made her feel worse. For now, she wasn’t going to think about it and a task, any task, was a decent enough distraction.<br/><br/>“Okay, who’s is next.” She said, dusting her hands off and looking for the next tent to work on.<br/>