<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/0727e7ef86033431ef99b3b8171f9e3b/8b37b5d4bfedcdf4-4e/s400x600/cdfeda8018019425af766bb532b62b814d63965b.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lynnette Lang<br/><strong>Player:</strong>GnothiSeauton<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Check-In Location<br/><strong>Time:</strong>~8:30 a.m., Day 1<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black sweatshirt, shorts.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>Content Flags:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>A grunt of mild confusion came from the man up front behind the wheel of the car.  His eyes scanning the bank of luxury vehicles.  BMWs, Bentleys, Audis and the like, pristine and perfect in the bright summer day.  “You sure this is the right place, ma’am?” He asked, casting a look back into the mirror as the black Honda Civic drove along.<br/><br/>That was the million-dollar question, Lynn thought to herself.<br/><br/>She too could not resist looking out upon the cars and the gathering girls and feel a sense of shame at being so utterly out of place.  That familiar sense of shame that had forever lingered mind each day of school, the same tinge of anxiousness that scathed the surface of her troubled thoughts every time she pushed herself to go to social gatherings.<br/><br/>There they all were.  Arriving in their fancy, shiny little toys their parents bought for them, ready to go all out on their parents’ dimes.  While she was riding in the back seat of her Uber ride from the bus station.<br/><br/>“Yeah.  Trust me.” Lynn said, eyeing a few of the people from behind the window.  “This is the spot, dude.”<br/><br/>God, she could have used a drink.<br/><br/>Her driver stole another look to her in the mirror.  “You see those chop-chop movies in the woods?” He asked, pulling the car into an empty spot.  “It doesn’t turn out very good for everyone who is not white.” He said in a cautious tone from his seat.<br/><br/>Softly Lynn snorted.  “Gotta go sometime, right?”<br/><br/>The Uber came to a stop among the parked cars, and Lynn pulled herself out from the heavily Febreez-ed back seat.  Her eyes caught a glance at some of the girls around and recognized them easily from various brief and forgettable encounters in school.  Sickeningly picture perfect for the most part.<br/><br/>A couple of weeks, she told herself, slinging the straps of her duffel bag over her shoulder.  Lynn told herself she did not have to prove anything to anyone there, a fact she had tried to remind herself constantly to the buildup before the departure.  She was there to relax.  To have some fun.  To enjoy the last bit of adolescent freedom and fun before the heavy weight of being an adult became whole upon her shoulders.<br/><br/>She tipped her driver, pulling cash from her pocket, before setting out towards where everyone seemed to be gathering.