<strong>"So what is this, a camp to make it up for shitty childhoods or something?"</strong><br/>Vincent made it obviously blunt, still not sure of the purpose of the camp and why some wanted it dead he was having mixed feelings about this place. Food was great, there was plenty of girls which didn't make it a prison but he was not sure why "they" were chosen to live here against their will. He continued to eat, for his small frame he had a hell of an appetite. Placing his fork down and wiping his mouth clean he looked at her as she spoke about her mom.<br/><strong>"Sorry to hear that, I don't think I'd ever be able to smack a woman around...but if my dad ever came around string shit with me I'd put him in his place. I didn't need him then, I don't need him now." </strong><br/><br/>The comment made him think of his own mother, obviously she did not want him as he was a child of the state a few seconds after he was pulled out into the world screaming and bloody. The thoughts did not linger long in his later years, but his hand reached behind his head as he took a breather from the massive meal he had served himself. His eyes looked around to the people starting to head towards the pavilion, looking at their faces and noticing how some traits stuck out more than others. Drawn back to their conversation by her offering a drink he looked at the empty cup with a skeptic look thinking it was some kind of trick. Thinking he would outsmart her he placed his order...<br/><strong>"I want a strawberry lemonade, with fresh strawberries and a splash of seven-up, crushed ice." </strong><br/>There was no way in hell she could make that appear in front of his face while he was watching, a arrogant smirk spread across his lips as he declared victory...