<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zHq30N5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Howard<br/><strong>Player:</strong>Visna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking<br/><strong>Time:</strong>8:30<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>orange-red athletic shorts (https://i.imgur.com/hHNgt4t.jpg), a sky-blue Baja poncho (https://i.imgur.com/zk2Yb8U.jpg), a white tank top, and beat-to-hell hiking boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Crowd/Open<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Arrival<br/><strong>Content Flags:</strong>-<br/><br/>"See, dad?" Amber kicked her feet up and down on the dashboard of the blue Toyota FJ Cruiser. "I had my legs up the whole drive, and they aren't even burnt! Incredible, right?" Amber's father, Dan, was a pale-as-death, ginger compatriot with his daughter. Because of that, he often chastised her about the importance of sunscreen. While Amber understood the importance, sometimes it was overbearing. An example of it being too much was that morning, when Dan told Amber her legs were going to burn up if she left them up on the dashboard.<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, you win this one, dork." Dan chuckled. The two were unbelievably close. Dan, like many parents, would always say he didn't have a favorite daughter. But, that was definitely a lie. His favorite daughter was Amber. While Amber's sisters were more typical girls, Amber had a flair of down-and-dirty, spike-in-their-face tomboy. She had her normal side as well, but her time with her dad usually brought out her more adventurous and outdoorsy side. The two would sometimes go on backpacking trips together. All in all, Amber was definitely a daddy's girl.<br/><br/>The group rolled up into the parking lot. Amber recognized a lot of the faces, but she didn't know any of them well. Unlike most at the camp, her family was not well off. They managed to get by, but Amber rarely enjoyed luxuries. She had been in public school until the previous year of high school. Realizing her potential to get recruited to a D1 school on a volleyball scholarship, her parents scraped up enough money to transfer her from public to private school. The volleyball team was far better at the private school, which would hopefully allow her to get a bit more recognition from scouts. Since she spent most of her time in the gym or practice, she was still getting to know a lot of her classmates. Although she was likely the best player on the team, she was new enough and modest enough to not have much of a reputation yet. Some may have known her though, if they went to any of the school's games.<br/><br/>"I wrote down a few trails. Hope I get to trek them." She chirped, tapping her pen against a list of trails she had scribbled into a spiral journal. "Yeah, yeah. Just be safe. Go with a buddy." Dan trusted Amber. For her age, she was pretty wise and reasonable about things. He definitely gave her the usual date lectures about boys, safe sex, wilderness safety, and drugs. But, he had never found himself in a situation where Amber had truly found herself in much of trouble. Because of that, he usually let the smaller misdeeds slide.<br/><br/>"While I'm gone, keep looking at schools for me?" Her main focus, and stress, was about getting into the right college to play volleyball. She was using the camp as a brief escape to hopefully lighten her stress. When it came to her future, Amber had some negative perfectionist tendencies that would make her beyond stressed out. One of her older sisters had been to the camp several years ago. Her parents had sent her there because she kept running into trouble with marijuana addiction, but it had seemed helpful enough for her. At least for a few months. So, her parents recommended it to Amber as a means of de-stressing. Since the redhead loved the outdoors, she was excited about it.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you have everything you need? If you forgot something, I'm sure they'll have it around. Or just feel free to call your mom or me. Any time." Dan paused. "Preferably not past midnight, you know." Amber grinned in response. "I have all the essentials dad: an eno, lots of socks, my boots, a volleyball. What more could a young girl need?"<br/><br/>"Oh wait, I forgot my toothbrush! Oh, but who needs that?" She was grinning from ear to ear, clearly joking. "Don't stress so much dad." She joked, since he knew the point of the trip was for<em>her</em>to de-stress.<br/><br/>Finally, the car came to a stop. Amber swung the passenger door open, letting the warm air into the car as she spent a few minutes putting her boots back on. She had spent the ride with them off. "I'll call now and then, don't worry." Her parents never told her to call every night, because they knew it would never happen. Amber was an independent soul, and she was spontaneous, and she often lost track of time. All of the above. But they knew she was a good kid.<br/><br/>"Love you." Amber hoisted her Osprey backpack over her shoulder and moved to the crowd of girls. She set it down beside her. Usually, she used the backpack for overnight hiking trips, but it was large enough to hold everything she needed for camp. She turned and waved to her dad as he drove off. She found herself looking off toward the mountains for a moment. They were beautiful. Her red hair was in two braids down her chest. She had arrived just in time to hear Elf's introduction.<br/><br/>"I'll take a medium." She was pretty tall. Well, quite tall compared to the other girls. And she liked her shirts loosely fit. Once she was tossed a tee, she hoisted it over her shoulder, saving it casually for later.