<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 | Robin, Felix, Courtney</em><br/><hr/><br/>Carter had followed along with a slight pep in his step, this was no worse than the camping trip he took with the pastor James and some of the other kids. And Just like that trip he’d taken to breaking away to move a bit further ahead at least until Courtney reminded him how far he’d gone. He’d apologize, let the group catch back up and do it all over again, ignoring her sighs along the way. He preferred the fields than the woods but there was something remotely calming about being away from everything.<br/><br/>Maybe he was slightly more relieved to get away from Robin for a moment. They hadn’t said a single word to each other but they sure as hell made eye contact constantly for the first few days. Carter was not even really sure why or how he ended up here. It was an odd coincidence that wasn’t helping things. The other Campers were probably whispering about it, he was pretty sure that goth chick saw something. He just didn't want that rumor to take off.<br/><br/>The jock found himself staring at the clearing as they made it, grinning a bit and lifting up his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He’d met a lot of people that questioned his faith but they never really could explain how something this beautiful just happened. He bent down to pick up a rock. “Really is something else,” he mumbled more to himself, though it did get his bag to ruffle a bit. His scanning seemed to stop as Liam got back up from his seated position and his eyes lingered a bit right as the marble stuffy eye peaked through the small opening of the non-branded drawstring bag on CJ’s back. “Let me see, let me see.” The voice was soft enough that no one else seemed to notice and he jostled the bag.<br/><br/>“Something else huh? One track mind kid,” Cj’s face reddened a bit and he turned his head. “Shut up, I was talking about the thing.” He muttered. “Same thing you were thinking abo-,” Cj gave the back another shake, which was when Cj realized everyone else had split off for the most part. He looked around and rubbed the back of his neck. Felix was on it but uhh Robin’s brother seemed like a bad idea. There were already two people on the tents. Crap. Did people see him muttering under his breath?<br/><br/>“Hey, man! Wait up.” He went after Liam right before Felix asked for help. He exhaled, at least he dodged that awkward bullet. Though, the nudging in his back from the bull was not going to be fun.<br/><br/>“Right firewood,” he said as he started grabbing sticks. The first one he picked up, he made a sword fighting gesture he saw on TV at Liam with it. “Unguard.” The bull sighed loudly in his backpack and CJ just dropped it. “Just get the firewood before no one wants to talk to us anymore.” Carter just grunted and bent down to start grabbing some pieces he thought would work, going a bit out of his way to grab bigger pieces or at least more than Liam.<br/><br/>“That one was barely a twig!” Cj just grunted. “We need smaller bits to start the fire. Can’t just burn a log.”  There was a moment of quiet and then the bull decided he couldn't let it go. "Pussy."