<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale at the stables</em></div><hr/><br/>"It keeps sounding better and better, like I have an excuse to be who I am instead of what people want me to be."<br/>Vincent had not even thought far into his adulthood, he never had a plan like going off to college and raising a family. Did that mean he would spend the rest of his days in this camp?<br/>"So...what do adults do? Is their like a resort they go off to once they hit a certain age...I know this sounds weird but are there creepy thirty year olds mingling with the teenagers? Makes me thing that one guy is gonna pop out with cameras and start asking people to have a seat, you know."<br/><br/>He automatically perked up at the thought of a race and having to build something.<br/>"Ohhh man, can I join? I would wipe the floor with everyone!"<br/>Noticing she was dozing off he let his words drift off as his hand continued to caress her back as the other wrapped around her to hold her close. Her cheek had ended up pressed into his chest, his legs parted to let her curl into him as much as she wanted. Smiling softly he checked his watch, making sure he stayed awake in case he needed to carry her out to the cabin if she did end up dozing off...<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Clint at the lake, taking it all off. </em></div><br/><hr/><br/>Clint did not go rushing to the lake he had to find someone to sing a tune and seal up those cuts, his right leg still damp and the boot on that leg heavy as he finally made his way to the lake's edge with a towel over his shoulder. If only they had decided on a meeting space which meant she could be anywhere. Finding no more reason to be clothed he began to strip down, stacking his clothes onto a rock before stepping into the water very slowly. The dagger his father had given him slung over his shoulder, in reach in case he had to use it once more that night.<br/><em>Jump in the lake...</em><br/>The words were recalled and he assumed that meant he was suppose to make a splash, shifting into his black hawk he skimmed the lake's edge before shooting up a few feet before the transformation faded from him in a veil of black inky smoke that blended in with the early night time. The water was black, reflecting partial light from the stars as he made a loud splash in the lake, sending ripples in a 360 degree area. Paddling and kicking his feet to get himself under control, he waded around and shivered at the cool touch of the water hitting him all at once. His breathing had spiked for a brief moment before he relaxed a little, realizing he was no longer in his domain, he was now in hers...<br/><br/>