[Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails
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				Title: <strong>[Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>04-04-2022, 05:38:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Camp Runamuk<br>Mountain Trails</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/9qJ3zWkhkIPQXOrScmOsFq5BwCg=/0x0:6000x4000/1200x900/filters:focal(2520x1520:3480x2480)/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_image/image/57008903/shutterstock_1356281234.18.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/84/07/88/840788572e9869a424af238976df9b71.jpg) (https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a9/Hiking_to_the_Ice_Lakes._San_Juan_National_Forest%2C_Colorado.jpg/1200px-Hiking_to_the_Ice_Lakes._San_Juan_National_Forest%2C_Colorado.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><hr>Nearby mountains make for excellent climbing and fantastic views, with myriad trails of varying difficulty. Campers can sign up for tours or, if proven to be able to find their way via maps and posses the survival skills, even take on trails near the camp by themselves, whether it be on foot or by bike. <br><hr> </div><br><div align="center"><strong>GM Announcements (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341209.msg16151117#msg16151117)<br>Character Sheets (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16144921#msg16144921)<br>OOC Chat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341011.msg16144918#msg16144918)<br>Sporting Yard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341078.msg16146870#msg16146870)<br>Performance Center (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341080.msg16146899#msg16146899)<br>Arts &amp; Crafts Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341081.msg16146941#msg16146941)<br>Science Building (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341084.msg16147012#msg16147012)<br>Sweetwater Lake (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341117.msg16148075#msg16148075)<br>Gardens (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341118.msg16148093#msg16148093)<br>Cabins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341119.msg16148106#msg16148106)<br>Dining Hall (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341130.msg16148627#msg16148627)<br>Deep Woods (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341131.msg16148641#msg16148641)<br>Administrative Offices (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341133.msg16148771#msg16148771)<br>Surrounding Woods (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341183.msg16150460#msg16150460)<br>Mountain Trails (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341188.msg16150578#msg16150578)</strong></div><br><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: (Header) <a href="#" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=3]Stuffy Picture[/img] [img height=200 padding=3]Human Picture[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character Name:[/b] [i][url=https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326182.0]Name[/url][/i]<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] [i](Optional) What is your character wearing, or 'as pictured?'[/i]<br>[b]Time:[/b] [i]Time; Morning/Afternoon/Night[/i]<br>[b]Location:[/b] [i]Locationl[/i]<br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] [i]Tagging[/i]<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>07-04-2022, 02:14:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Ellie | Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Robin was not exactly sure what to think of Ellie suddenly returning into his life (albeit self-aware enough to acknowledge that from her perspective, he was the one doing the returning). It had felt like it certainly would be the strangest thing to happen all summer… but then Camp Runamuk definitely proved that wrong with the whole ‘magic is real’ curveball. All the same, it was hard from Robin to know how to approach Ellie since she played a strange dual role in his past: on one hand, she had been the epitome of those past peers that contributed to the vicious circle of Robin’s social anxiety. Back then, he could not form words in front of others, and she berated him for that, which made the road to being able to speak in front of strangers all that much more difficult. Towards the end, before she left, Robin had grown comfortable with her, even began to whisper in her ear, much like he had done with his sibling and occasional friend. Then she up and left school, California, and what felt like a growing connection was no more.<br><br>Ellie and Robin are together now, though, and now he has to consider what to make of it. Fellow peers out of his backpack as they walk along the way, giving somewhat cautious sniffs to her as they go further into the safety of the woods. Robin isn’t much of a hiker, but fortunately the camp guides were able to tell him which paths were more along the line of ‘a slightly elevated walk dressed up as a hike’. He happily suggested such a route, bringing some sandwiches, fruit from the garden, and drinks that were prepared by students who were better about such things than he was.<br><br>”Thanks for agreeing to come out here,” Robin finally decides they are far away enough from the ears and eyes of others that he can be less concerned with the subjects broached. He holds in a breath as he works up one of those ‘gentle inclines,’ finding himself peculiarly self-conscious about breathing or sweating too hard despite neither of them exactly advertising that they were seasoned hikers.<br><br>Robin pauses, looking up across an opening that allows the view of some of Colorado’s terrain that is thick with both forests and mountainous regions. He turns his green eyes to then settle on his companion for the moment. ”I know that this is really dumb to be bringing up, but I’m sorry if what I said back then just came across as a criticism. I would have said it differently if I knew you were going to be going away soon. I… I mean, like I say, I know that’s silly to even bring up. But us getting closer was intended to follow after it, not… just letting it feel like an ending.”<br><br>Robin pulls his hair back, ensuring its security, which incidentally was much shorter the last time Ellie saw him. Obviously, of course, his outward changes did not come close to Felix’s, however.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>08-04-2022, 21:51:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Kiddie Trail</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin</em><br><hr>Ellie could feel her own skin tingle with self-awareness. Or perhaps it should be considered self-consciousness? At one point she even had to coach herself to breathe. She was feeling entirely too nervous for what this entire thing was supposed to be. This wasn’t a date, Ellie. They were just going on a pleasant walk into the forest where they could get some privacy to <i>talk</i> and catch up. It wasn’t like they would end up rolling around in the gross making out – no matter how beautiful his lips were. <br><br>Oh god, <i>stop it</i>. <br><br>By now her cheeks actually ached. Had she been blushing this entire time? At least she could use the hike as an excuse for being flushed – even if she wasn’t winded in the least. Then again, who could blame her for blushing like a virgin school girl with a guy like that walking next to her? Robin had always been cute. From day one she felt her chest squeeze whenever she looked at him - just like when you looked at an itty bitty pudgy pupping. <i>This</i> was different, though. <i>Robbie</i> was different. <br><br>His face had slimmed down and yet somehow grew more chiseled. He was taller, his shoulders were wider and just like that Ellie realized he was actually bigger than her now. She hadn’t grown an inch since middle school, but Robbie was almost a head taller than her now. And somehow his long hair was even more beautiful than her own. How was that even fair?!<br><br>“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Ellie laughed it off but in her own head she sounded so awkward. Really, she had jumped at the chance to get some time with Robin again. Especially considering where they had last left off. Although that topic wasn’t something she planned to breach right then and there. So when Robbie took a swan dive into it, Ellie’s heart leapt into her throat. <br><br>“<i>What?</i>” She squawked unattractively, stumbling to a wide eyed pause. “Oh, <i>no</i>-- Ah!” She wobbled in place for a moment. “Er, no.” She cleared her throat awkwardly and pulled her own hair back much like he did. “That’s not how I saw it at all.” Did he just say that he <i>wanted</i> to get closer afterward? “It seemed more encouraging than anything else.” She found herself peering off into the trees rather than the one she was actually talking to. <br><br>“I was a kid back then.” She added, completely aware she was <i>still</i> a kid by legal standards. “If I didn’t know how to deal with something I terrorized it until it did what I wanted.” She cringed, then turned to flash Robin a sheepish smile. “And there were <i>a lot</i> of things I had no idea how to deal with.” It was either bicker at it or beat it into working. Poor Robbie got a bit of both, didn’t he? Although in her mind the latter was more of a <i>rough-housing</i> she was somehow convinced would help toughen him up… while also giving her the chance to grab her crush’s full attention. <br><br><i>God</i>, she was such an idiot.<br><br>Ellie had a lot of things she regretted about her Elementary years. And her Middle school years to boot – but at least then she started pulling her head out of her ass. Ray, number 5 of her bounty of step dads, had a lot to do with that…<br><br>“I was a bitch…” Ellie admitted with a sigh and ruffled her fingers back through her copper mane. “I…” She paused, glancing toward him almost distantly before her gaze flicked back toward the trees. “Sorry.” And with that she continued moving along the trail – this time with more determination. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>11-04-2022, 22:44:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Ellie | Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Fellow peers out from Robin’s backpack again, this time taking a longer look at the somewhat upended-seeming Ellie as she works through her flustered words. There’s a quietness about him that seems perhaps reminiscent of Robin - at least <em>the old Robin</em> - which is emphaized by him ducking back in Robin’s bag again without a word, and acting as if a freely-moving purple mummy plushie with crazy eyes was easy to miss. It isn’t, at least from where Ellie stands: Robin, on the other hand, seems somewhat unaware given that he’s not particularly used to small sentient creatures rummaging around his bag.<br><br>He stops and looks at her, pursing his lips. He seems to be looking for words - speaking of <em>the old Robin</em> there he is staring quietly, struggling with what to say, or perhaps not wanting to say anything at all. He does, though, and it eventually comes out in a fluster of words, ”I knew someone somewhere would find me difficult to deal with. All this time people were calling me a pushover, I needed someone to say… uh… someone different.” <br><br>Okay, so that wasn’t eloquent.&nbsp; It barely made any sense, but Robin couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. When he was nervous, his old tendencies didn’t return, per se, but he still sometimes struggled getting out what he wanted to in a way that made sense to others around him.&nbsp; He turns his attention back to the trail, going quiet for a little longer - this time, though, it’s also so he doesn’t have to reveal his winded breathing. He suspects leg muscles that he didn’t even know that he had are going to be sore tomorrow. Fortunately, the trail evens out again quickly enough and with it he at least has had time to gather a bit more speech.<br><br>”It’s okay, you know. Being a bitch.” Robin breathes through his lips in a pursed fashion, finding his normal exhalation pattern again. ”I mean, I appreciate it not being directed at me…. anymore… but the truth is I admire people who say what they want, it’s been… uh…”<br><br>He laughs nervously, the history of his silence well known between them. ”It’s something I admire. Being able to express things without freezing up. If anything I just.. Uhm… wondered what I did to you. To.. .others too, I mean. Anyway, it’s the past.” Robin looks away, perhaps just slightly flustered.<br><br>”I’m not sure how I would have gotten by without Felix…” Robin glances at Ellie at the mention of his brother. He can’t help but be curious about how she is handling the news. Very high on the list of things that would be quite difficult - and probably rude - to ask though was how she was processing that Felicia was now Felix.<br><br>He lingers in the moment, as if hoping the silence does some talking for him, that it opens up a prompt that he himself can’t find the fortitude to form into words. As if coming with a back-up plan so that he wouldn’t just end up staring endlessly (like <em>old Robin,</em>) he forces out, ”So.. Uhm.. I think I saw you going into the science building a couple times. Is that.. A.. uhm.. interest?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-04-2022, 05:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Kiddie Trail</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Felix</em><br><hr>Ellie caught sight of the little <i>fellow</i> peeking out from his hiding place on Robin’s back. Ellie shouldn’t have been surprised, she was well aware of the others like her – and that Robin was one of them – but it still managed to startle her. Unfortunately, before she could wipe any signs of such a response off herself, the little mummy had already burrowed back into his refuge. <br><br><i>Jeez</i>, yet another great first impression from her, huh? <br><br>“A <i>pushover</i>?” Ellie looked even more skeptical than she sounded. Whoever called Robin a pushover didn’t seem to spend much time with him. As a matter of fact, he was probably one of the people she’d butted heads with most growing up. “You are definitely not a pushover.” The redhead rolled her eyes. The idea annoyed the ever living heck out of her. “If you were a pushover I would have—” Ellie trailed off abruptly. Yeah, let’s not finish that sentence.<br><br>It was equally frustrating to hear him try to excuse her behavior. She might have agreed with him if he said they were kids, but instead he made it seem like something almost admirable. She might have argued with him, if he wasn’t him… “Listen,” Ellie sighed, steeling herself over for what was to come next. “You didn’t do <i>anything</i> to me.” Her stomach churn where she could firmly feel his foot twisting. “I was just a dumb kid.” <br><br>“I don’t know if you know this, but you were really pretty.” Ellie flashed him a sheepish smile, then busied herself with pulling her hair back behind her ears. “Still are.” She murmured, but didn’t stop to continue. “And I was really sensitive…” <i>Still am</i>. “So whenever I tried to talk to you or get you to play with me, I didn’t know…” She gestured sort of timidly. “I didn’t know you were <i>shy</i>.” Yeah, okay, that was the super understated version, but it felt wrong to make a big deal out of it. “I just thought you were a snob or that you thought I was stupid -- so I got hurt.” She grimaced. “And I didn’t know how to deal with that hurt. I just knew if I was quiet I got ignored, but if I was loud–”<br><br>She stopped and turned to face him, her hands coming out beside her. “Well, then I got noticed.” Just like at home. She was the third child by then, and her mother was typically falling over herself or falling asleep somewhere in the house at random. And with two wild big brothers that didn’t know the difference between having a conversation and throwing a fist to get what you wanted, Ellie had to be loud <i>a lot</i> to get any help. “So I was loud about it…” She swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat. His reliance on Felix was just another kick in the gut.&nbsp; <br><br>Robin might want to act like he could brush everything aside – and poorly at that – but <i>she</i> couldn’t. The past was important. The past was something she had a hard time letting go of. There were just too many things there that… <i>defined her</i>. And she didn’t want this to be one of them, anymore. “I’m sorry, Robin...” Her feet shuffled beneath her and she tugged at the sides of her jacket awkwardly. “I really am—” Ellie exhaled slowly, lifted her chin and made sure to look him straight in the eye this time. “<i>so, so </i>sorry.”<br><br>For a moment she nearly reached out to squeeze his hand, but she knew if she were in his position the last thing she would want a former antagonist to do was <i>touch her</i>. “You don’t have to reply.” She added with a sheepish smile and a touch of humor glowing in her eyes. <br><br>To punctuate that point, she moved onto the next topic just like he tried to lead to begin with. “But uh, yes. You could say that I have some interest in science.” She peered toward the sky shyly. “I’m sure you remember the two or three times I got to come along with your family when you guys went camping, or whenever I’d spent the night at your house – but Felicia– er, Felix…?” She trailed off, her brows furrowed. She still wasn’t exactly sure how to go about the whole Felicia/Felix thing. Was she supposed to refer to Felicia from the past as Felix too? Would that upset Felix? “Uh, but um, <i>we</i> used to spend a lot of time with her–his…” She fumbled yet again, and this time she was starting to grow rather red for it.&nbsp; “<i>Telescope.</i>” <br><br>Ugh, she was starting to feel like a real dunce.<br><br>“Anyways, I really love science. Especially astronomy.” She popped a single finger up toward the sky. “I actually won my trip here in the county science fair.” And with that she actually genuinely smiled with pride. After all, she felt like she had come a long way from the little girl they used to make stand before the class, stumbling through every single word at a snail's pace with tears glistening in her eyes. <br><br>“Come to think of it,” Ellie blinked, now that she had a chance to use her head. “Did you guys move? You’re pretty far from California, and I’m sure they have much better camps there than this one…” It was actually a little bewildering. “Or did your parents get hit with all the economy collapsing or something?” And his parents actually had to send them to some normie camp or something? Because as far as Ellie remembered -- at least in her understanding at the time -- they were rich.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>17-04-2022, 01:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Ellie | CJ, Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Robin flinches ever so slightly at the accusation of being snobbish. It’s not the first time that he’s heard that accusation leveled against him, and it’s not the first time he’s vehemently felt it unfair. At least he is pretty sure it is unfair; sure, he sometimes <em>has opinions</em> about people and how they spend their time. (It’s certainly not something that has ceased in camp, judging by his silent groan that it had barely started when people were talking about getting stoned in the woods like half of his friends in California will be doing in the comfort of their very own room all Summer. What a waste of an opportunity...)<br><br>Still, he tries to relax. He knows Ellie is trying to say that she was wrong about judging him, and he knows she isn’t silently reading his mind to know his more recent thoughts (well, probably… who knows with the way the last few days have gone.) ”I <em>was</em> shy, you know… maybe still am…”<br><br>Robin glances down, as if it is not his proudest moment of confession. ”Or maybe… I think?&nbsp; It’s like… it’s like… you have all these things you’re thinking. And you want to say them all.. .badly, sometimes all at once. But none of them sound right, and you know that you should say something but that just makes it more difficult when you know nothing sounds right.. And you try to even just say hi.. And the words just get stuck there… and you know everyone is watching you… judging… which makes you know that you should say something.. .anything…&nbsp; <em>even more,</em> but then that makes you more anxious and…”&nbsp; His jaw drops in slightly exasperation as he tugs at his tied-back hair just slightly. He swallows audibly and abruptly ends his thought, “I didn't… don’t… feel very pretty.”<br><br>“But thanks you are… I mean,” he stares, inhaling, feeling those old patterns returning to him in the moment, causing his throat to clamp up and his mouth to go dry. “I mean you are… you are…”<br><br>He glances away and stares down, momentarily jumping as Fellow seems to take the invitation that Ellie pulled away from, and creeps a hand out to touch Robin’s back.&nbsp; Robin jumps just slightly as he recalls the source of the strange, soft, and very non-human touch as the bandaged hands rub at his sweaty shirt back.&nbsp; ”It’s okay, buddy…” Robin finally breathes.<br><br>He lets the moment pass and listens to Ellie’s verbal gymnastics around his brother and their identities, past and present. He’s able to find eye contact again with a furrowed brow, ”It’s okay, you know. I mean: please, please do try to have it straight around him but I get it. I tried… I try to make it like I didn’t give it another thought. I owed him that much between my parents being asses and everything Felix has done for me.”&nbsp; Robin looks down a moment, offering in a much lower, more serent tone, ”I absolutely love my brother but just… every once in a while I can’t help but also miss my sister. It sounds stupiid to say, I know, but it’s… there.”<br><br>Frowning, Robin studies Ellie, ”Don’t tell him… anyone… I said that.”<br><br>The question about why he came here has Robin breathing heavily again, looking away.&nbsp; ”Mom and dad are fine, still middle class trying to be something better as always.”&nbsp; He huffs out, ”I heard from someone I met that this place was cool. I thought we could use some time away from California…” Robin pauses, running his mind over the moments of first seeing CJ and expecting excitement on the man’s face and seeing his eyes quickly dart away from Robin instead like he was some biblical leper. Robin thinks of bunk assignments and how Felix had planned to take the solo bunk just so that he and CJ could have had some time together: CJ seemed to instantly volunteer to be by Thorne so there wasn’t a chance that he and Robin would be <em>stuck</em> together. He thought of how absolutely stupid and guilty he felt for dragging Felix here, for not having more self-respect to restrain himself from wanting to be here… Robin thought of how since CJ’s obvious disinterest, Robin has judged his own body, his face, his interests, his personality, all in trying to figure out what made him feel that CJ was totally into him online, but in person was absolutely repulsed by him.<br><br>”I’m not sure it’s exactly what I expected. It’s been kind of weirdly lonely if I’m being honest, but I’m adjusting.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>19-04-2022, 08:22:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Kiddie Trail</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Felix</em><br><hr>Just listening to him try to describe his situation – how it felt – made her chest and throat constrict empathetically. The anxiety was palpable – Like an invisible noose hanging from the sky just low enough to keep you constantly standing on the tips of your toes, or strangle you breathless. Except you couldn’t always stand on your toes… It must have been exhausting. “But you are.” She insisted. It always amazed her how differently people saw themselves. Robbie and Felix had always had such striking blue eyes that they almost felt otherworldly at times. She often couldn’t help feeling jealous – she was not much of a fan of her own boring, brown eyes. <br><br>A honey brown that grew warmer as Robin gave her a rare glance into his world, and Felix’s. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t shaken by all these changes in Felicia. Nor was she about to admit she saw her old best girlfriend earlier and thought he was… <i>Captivating.</i> Still, there were so many questions she had that she was honestly too around to ask Felix. She didn’t want to hurt him. So to hear that Robin had once struggled with it as well was really, very comforting. <br><br>Ellie pinched her finger and thumb over her lips, then ran them from corner to corner. “My lips are sealed.” She promised, locking them with an invisible key she then unceremoniously tossed over her shoulder. “But thank you…” She exhaled, smiling to herself sheepishly. “It kinda helps knowing that even someone as close to him as you can have feelings like that.” She already knew she was going to need some time to adjust. She was having a hard time just adjusting to how Robin had changed! <br><br>As for the camp feeling kind of lonely – “Ah, yeah, Colorado’s not too bad.” She kicked a random rock and watched it skip several feet ahead of them. “When you get used to it.” She shrugged. She knew exactly what he meant, in a way. When her family moved all the way out here she honestly felt like her life was over. She missed her shitty life back in California, because at least there she had Felicia and Robbie… Then again, her and Robin’s relationship was a bit more complicated than that, huh? And now it was starting to feel that way with Felicia too. <br><br>“It’s a bit hickey, but everything is cheaper. Food, rent, <i>liquor</i>.” Ellie rolls her eyes at that last part. She learned to really hate liquor from a young age, even if it had a weird place in her life. “I’m glad you guys are doing okay though. My life’s been doing better too, really.” Especially with her mother keeping dates away from home these days. That, and her older brothers were out of the house. <br><br>“But hey,” She nudges her arm against his. “It’s only day five. Who knows what will happen from here on out?” Then she pats the puffy tote bag beside her. “Especially with our new little friends.” She adds, reaching out, and with a flick of her wrist that same rock she’d kicked moments before zipped right up and into her waiting hand. “And other additions.” She pauses, examining the rock – or was it her hand? Either way, she was starting to feel like she was getting the hang of that particular ability. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>29-04-2022, 00:51:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Ellie | CJ, Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Robin half-holds a breath, letting it out in a slow and measured manner between slightly parted lips. Felix is a difficult subject, and speaking of him in this way feels strange. Given how their parents were, Robin wasn’t about ready to tell Felix that he needed a moment to adjust to the <em>new him,</em> In some ways this was Robin’s own secret struggle, though one he was tentatively sharing with… well, ironically someone that he once felt the urge to get away from. Not anymore, though. ”It’s… I mean it’s great. I think what Felix is doing… did… is great. It’s.. kind of like watching someone you care about make changes in their life, though, you know?”<br><br>Robin blinks; he’s not actually sure he knows, let alone if Ellie does. It’s the best analogy he has, though. ”It’s like… ‘do what makes you happy, but not what doesn’t because I think you’re great the way you are’? But I’ll think you are great in other ways, too… Like… I mean, if my parents told me I wasn’t being man enough, Felix would be all over them. I just don’t want… I want Felix to be himself, whatever that is. And I guess sometimes I have some impressions for that, which I’m not sure are correct or not because… well.. Because the past. And I just don’t want him hurting himself by having a.. specific idea of how he <em>should</em> be.”<br><br>This was getting complicated… convoluted, or maybe just intimidating because the last thing Robin wanted was to come across as anything but pleased with his brother finding out who he was. <br><br>Robin sighs slightly, drifting into listening, only slightly startling when Ellie breaks the laws of everything natural by causing the rock to fly back into her hand. ”Show off! He laughs, but not really meaning the accusation; if anything he studies Ellie’s fingers and that rock. He’d become more accustomed to his newfound abilities than anyone else’s yet, and while he was starting to come to grips with the fact that he could have icy breath and use tools that really weren’t there… well, somehow everything everyone <em>else</em> could do still somehow seemed completely weird and fantastical<br><br>Rob takes the opportunity since it’s become a subject to slide his pack off, leaning against a tree to momentarily check on the purple mummy. ”Things going okay in there?” He asks down, glancing at the wide-eyed plush-formed creature who peers up at him.&nbsp; Slowly, a bandaged hand forms a thumbs up.<br><br>Glancing over at Ellie, he offers a slight smile, ”He can talk, you know. Maybe we can get him comfortable and talking to you soon. He’s a bit like… well, like I used to be.” Robin feels an odd and awkward blush coming to his cheeks at the peculiar reminder of the past.<br><br>.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>04-05-2022, 22:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Kiddie Trail</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Felix</em><br><hr><i>Strange</i>, wasn’t it? That the Elliots would get on Robin’s case about not acting man enough, Felicia would defend him and then bam, who was suddenly trying to be man enough? There was such a phenomenon in psychology as one sibling sabotaging themselves to make their other sibling look better – or so she remembered. Did it make her a horrible person if she wondered if Felicia was trying to do something like that for Robbie…? <br><br>No, no, no. This was definitely different.<i>Still</i>, “I think Felix is amazing…” She murmured, lost in thought. “I guess my problem with it is different. Maybe it’s because we weren’t siblings, or whatever, but when I look at Felix I see my best friend.” The girl pauses, her eyes lost somewhere a million miles away. Then she grins. “I mean, I didn’t at first. At first I just thought he was some pretty guy trying to hit on me.” She laughs, even as she feels her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Honestly, she acted super conceited and kind of wanted to die now that she thought back on it. “But Felicia had always been like that, you know? She’d always been a cocky, tom-boyish flirt. Now she’s just extra hot too.” She snorted, her cheeks flaring even hotter with that last comment. <br><br>It was a good movement to toss the rock off into the distance yet again. “Of course.” She grinned back at him toothily, then reached out and the rock she’d just thrown away came arching right back into her hand. “It’s okay, you can bow before my glory and I’ll accept you as my high priest.” She teased, even posing to accentuate her magnificence.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Oh!” And just like that Ellie is suddenly beside Robin again, all of her attention on the cute little mummy peeking out of his backpack. “I saw him from your pack earlier and it surprised me.” She gave a short laugh. “Hello little mummy, you’re really cute.” And really he was. “He suits you.” She added, finding the connection absolutely adorable. “Meanwhile I’m stuck with <i>this<i> monster.�</i></i>� <br><br>Elle lifts her tote back and unbuttons the top, pulling the mouth open wide just to reveal an unmoving blue blob. “He seems to think it’s his personal sleeping bag…” She grumbles, rolling her eyes. He made it hard for her to tote around her supplies and first aid kit. “And he likes to be more active at night…” Her eyes narrowed at him in the way you might expect of a mother that was kept awake too many nights thanks to a colicky child. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>09-05-2022, 19:35:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Ellie | Felix</em><br><br><hr><br>Robin’s mouth curls into a smile as he hears Ellie talk about Felix. It’s interesting with the time between them how certain things still ring as familiar: Felix still resonates as Ellie's best friend to her. Well, apparently ‘now hotter’. (Not that Robin himself would ever deny that his brother was both an insatiable flirt and notably good-looking.) ”You should find some time to talk to him.&nbsp; You know… I think it might do him some good. Like… to see how even with the changes it’s all great. I mean, I do, but I’m his brother. There are some things that probably don’t mean the same, coming from me, though…” <br><br>”Hey, careful there high priest! I have some tricks of my own!” With a laugh Robin purses his lips and the strange tingling of <em>magic</em> (of all the things!) courses through him and he feels his breath become cold and icy, tickling at the girl’s nape.&nbsp; With a playful grin he looks down at Elle’s… uh… <em>sleeping bundle.</em> ”Does he even know about the movie that he looks like? That seems like an awkward conversation.”&nbsp; Robin shakes his head. ”I’d offer to find a way to dramatize it in a play, but maybe ignorance is bliss.”<br><br>Robin moves his hands into his bag and there’s an awkward moment of Fellow seeming to jerk away, not quite sure about the idea of leaving the comfortable confines of his bag, ”Come on, want to try just a moment? The mountain air might do you good. I won’t make you…” The plushie-turned-to-life seems to finally concede to slowly crawling up Robin’s arm, sliding behind his shoulder, and using his head as a half-shield between him and Ellie when her watchful eyes or sounds become too much.<br><br>With a shake of his head Robin begins walking again at half his already casual pace, in order to ensure Fellow is steady and can see onwards. ”So the Wild West is treating you better than Sunny California, you say…” Robin pauses, knowing that there was a time that if he’d managed to speak at all, bringing up her home life would have felt like an intrusion. Did it now? ”Does that mean… you are doing better… or your parents? I mean is your mom even still with.. or…”[/colol] Well, that got awkward fast. ‘Has your revolving door of dad’s changed yet Ellie or should we give it another season?’<br><br>Robin pauses, shaking his head, causing Fellow to cling onto his hair for a moment, ”Sorry.. That question sounded more.. Casual.. In my head.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-05-2022, 07:50:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Kiddie Trail</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Felix</em><br><hr>She couldn’t express how much she wished she was hanging out with Felix right now. Not that she didn’t want to be with Robin or anything! She just… If she could be attached to Felix at the hip, she’d be happy. She missed her best friend, and the idea that she would eventually have to leave him again was honestly gnawing behind her every thought. The worst thing she could do was be clingy, right? They weren’t the same brats anymore, and it had been what? <i>Three and a half years</i> since they last saw each other? A lot has changed since then. The last thing she wanted to do was act overbearing and clingy, and scare Felix away. Now that he was … well, a guy, wasn’t there a lot of different pretenses in whatever she did around him?<br><br>Ugh. To think she was sitting there all wrapped up over Felix while <i>Robin</i> was standing right next to her. <i>Talking</i> to her. Willingly spending time with her and everything! “He’s not the only one with changes that are great.” Ellie added with a lopsided grin. Enough about Felix. <br><br>…Enough about Felix.<br><br>“Eep!” Ellie shuddered and clasped a hand over her neck. It was funny how chilling the sensation had been, considering how hot her face now was in contrast. “Reverse dragon’s breath!” She blurted out, suddenly glad he couldn’t breathe fire. She didn’t want her neck seared. It was too bad he didn’t want to be her High Priest though… Who didn’t love a bit of worship from their secret crush?<br><br>“Hello there. My name is Elle. What’s your name?” Ellie asked, resisting the urge to fret over the little mummy like he was a newborn infant. It was really cute to see how Robin handled him too. If only she’d had Robin’s experience… She might have handled him better too. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he knew. He seems to remember things since before he became… um…” She glanced toward Fellow warily, not wanting to offend him. “<i>animate</i>.” He even had a grudge against her for giving him away in the first place. Not that Robin would know anything about that. “He likes to stalk about the cabin like he’s hunting prey, too. It’s pretty amusing.” Her lips pursed as she fought the urge to grin. He was lucky he was cute.<br><br>The sudden return to the topic of her living conditions found her slipping into a lingering silence. It wasn’t that she was offended by his questions or insinuations, she just didn’t know how to answer him. Should she lie and pretend she was happy? Or should she tell him the truth? … Would he think she was trying to guilt him or gain his favor through pity? “...Everything’s cheaper.” She eventually agreed, not saying much more than that. Then came the question of her quote-unquote <i>parents</i>. Was it strange for her to be <i>relieved</i> that the topic had drifted in that direction? “Last I knew she was dating a guy named Greg.” She shrugged, then paused as a thought occurred to her. “Why?” She turned to the boy with a familiar smirk. “Or were you hoping to be next?” She teased, tormenting him like she always did. Or perhaps this was the torment-lite version?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>18-05-2022, 02:51:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png) (https://i.imgur.com/xqh065e.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin Elliot (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>Hoodie, jeans, hiking boots, backpack</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11:00am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Down River</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em> Ellie | CJ/Bully</em><br><br><hr><br>The fact that Ellie had fallen back on the fact that Colorado was <em>cheaper</em> twice hadn’t been lost on Robin. His parents weren’t poor and they weren’t rich, so it had admittedly taken him some time to really acknowledge that people he knew might exist on the far ends of that spectrum – it made him wonder how many times the girl that once bullied him might have gone without a meal the previous night. It wasn’t as if enough had changed between them that he hadn’t already gotten over their initial interactions, but it still… it put Ellie’s once-cruelty in a strange context.<br><br>When Fellow seems to get a bit more emboldened by something - maybe Ellie’s words, the conversation change, or perhaps Robin’s own thoughtfulness - Robin takes advantage of the situation by lowering his shoulder, causing Fellow to slide down his arm and be more exposed to Ellie and Mr. Pringles. The purple mummy sniffs towards the latter, reaching a hand out, as if debating waking up his fellow animated plushie. Robin pulls his arm that is doubling as a bridge back, seeming to dissuade that idea. Still, he lightly laughs. ”Easy there, sounds like he - and Ellie - have had a rough night of it already.” Adding with some thoughtfulness, ”At least they seem to get along well. Fellow is shy but seems..&nbsp; Mostly okay with the new company. Except Bully.” Robin’s forehead creases a bit, wondering if that apparent uneasiness has absolutely nothing to do with the bull at all and instead the fact the plushie associates the crass bull with CJ, whom has certainly managed to stomp around on Robin’s feelings several times during the camp so far.<br>&nbsp;<br>When Fellow stays quiet in the wake of Ellie’s question, and instead looks up to Robin as if wanting him to use his voice, the plushie’s keeper concedes. He knows what it’s like to have people speak for him - not pleasant - but he also knows what it’s like to have everyone staring at you, and that your lack of words are stopping the world around you. Everyone is waiting. ”His name’s Fellow,” Robin concedes with a slight bite to his lip, adding, ”I miiight have heard everyone talking about Pharaohs as a kid and not understood it was two different words. It might have stuck.”<br><br>It’s Robin’s turn to be tongue-tied when Ellie turns the question of her dad’s around on him. “No- I mea- not that,” Robin swallows, somehow knowing he’s being played with, and somehow that knowledge doesn’t quite free him from the question trap.<br><br>”I’m pretty sure to the relief of everyone, I’m not your mom’s type.” Robin finally chokes out, avoiding Ellie’s eyes. He considers making a joke about not putting Jack Daniels in his morning coffee or anything, but thinks better of it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Mountain Trails</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>21-05-2022, 04:01:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AbL9djv.png) (https://i.imgur.com/IPIXXJ4.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Elle "Ellie" Greene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16146281#msg16146281)</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <em>As pictured: Faux leather jacket, black undershirt, black leggings, tote bag, basic sneakers and socks.</em><br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 5th, 11amish</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Kiddie Trail</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin | Felix</em><br><hr>“Bully?” Elle’s brow furrowed. “Is that someone’s name?” Or did he forget a word there? Either way, whether his name was Bully or he was a Bully, she hadn’t met him. “Well, whoever he is, want me to beat him up for you?” She flashed the mummy a cocky little grin. She’d totally beat up a sentient pillow for a friend – especially when he was this adorable. Not that she knew the issue was another plushie. It may seem silly, but in the end, she just wanted to make a good impression… Especially on little Fellow. He embodied the old Robin so much that perhaps this was the second chance Ellie had always wanted.<br><br>“What was two different words?” Elle blinked. Robin’s insinuation went completely over her head. “Mummies and Pharaohs?” He really was just so terribly fitting for Robin – Fellow, that is. A mummy? His true self was all wrapped up and hidden beneath bundles of cloth. He was shy, and reluctant to speak. The fact that he put Robin in the same position Felicia had once been in – his voice – was not lost on her. It was such a poetic twist that it made her want to squeeze them both up in her arms until they popped – but of course she wouldn’t do that… <i>Yet</i>. In the end, this was probably something Robin really needed. Something that placed him in a position where he could feel strong and supportive – and that just made her love them both all the more. <br><br>As such, a perfect way to punctuate how much stronger Robin had become since she’d last seen him, was his reaction to her jest. He stumbled at first, clearly flustered, but as he pulled himself free of a situation that would have once left him gapping and running, Ellie felt her grin broaden. “You’re so damn cool now.” She cuffed his shoulder with a strange sense of pride. <br><br>“Not that you weren’t before.” She coughed, busying herself with a small rock on the ground that obviously needed kicking. “I quite liked you a lot before.” She admitted, her cheeks stained with pink. “But I like it more when you talk to me.” How ironic was that? One of the last and first things he’d said to her was something along those lines, in its own way. Now she finally got to say it back. <br><br>“But you’re right, you’re not my mom’s type.” She grunted as she stretched her arms behind her back and tried to twist them above her head. <i>You’re my type.</i> Was what she wanted to say, but no matter how much courage she tried to work up she just couldn’t get the words past her lips. Was this how Robin always felt? “You’re too well adjusted.” Was what she ended up saying, and it annoyed her to no end. Was she showering him with too many compliments? Was he going to think she was being weird or on drugs, or something? “And too short.” She blurted out. Only to promptly want to punch herself in the face.&nbsp; <br><br><i>WHY</i>, Ellie?! Just why?!<br>
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