<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/>As others began to gather, Lynn watched someone in a camp shirt approach from the path that had to have led to the administrative area of trailers.  Her eyes followed the tall and slender woman’s gait as she came forth and deposited the bag on the ground before beginning the introductory speech.  Elf, she said.  Lynn had to fight back a snort.  Someone’s parents seemed to like that Lord of the Rings shit a bit too much…<br/><br/>Though, she had to admit, she could sympathize with parents overly obsessive with some ideal.<br/><br/>While Elf’s opening remarks were compelling and entrancing, Lynn let her eyes and attention wander away from her and the other women to the surroundings.<br/><br/>This was the sort of shit she had signed up for.  Getting closer to nature.  Relaxing and shit like that.  Not being suffocated with the thousands of groups of people trying to make beach trips or going to the city.  It was out there, out in the open, free from the trappings and tethers of modern life.  Out where one could get away from it all and unplug, recharge in a way few ever had the opportunity to do.<br/><br/>A last chance to get away from the world and life.  A last chance to enjoy the true fruits of life and nature.  A couple of weeks to enjoy, without restraint or pressures, the ripe fruit of life.  All before she had to put on her big girl panties and submit to the demanding madam that was adulthood.  Mommy and Daddy were not going to be around to bail her out with flashy luxury cars and designer clothes.  It was a life she was going to make for herself.  A life she could call her own.<br/><br/>When no other woman voiced their name, Lynn took the initiative and stepped forward.  A hand raised, she called out her first name, asking for a looser fitting medium shirt.  Once receiving it, she’d dip back into her little space in the rear of the crowd, just waiting and itching to get going and jump in that lake.<br/>