[Camp Runamuk] Gardens
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				Title: <strong>[Camp Runamuk] Gardens</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xurtan</strong> on <strong>01-04-2022, 08:07:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Camp Runamuk<br>Gardens</span></strong></div><br><div align="center">(https://plantinstructions.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/veggie-garden-1023x640.jpg) (https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1572085313466-6710de8d7ba3?ixlib=rb-1.2.1&amp;ixid=MnwxMjA3fDB8MHxzZWFyY2h8NHx8Z2FyZGVufGVufDB8fDB8fA%3D%3D&amp;w=1000&amp;q=80) (https://www.aquascapeinc.com/upload/fountainscape.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><hr>A place for campers to get their hands dirty, dig in the soil, and help grow the food the camp uses. More than that, it's a place to relax to the bubbling sounds of fountains, strategically placed so there's always a background of running water. Trellises of roses and walking meditation paths meander through the entirety of it, allowing for a peaceful spot to stop and literally and metaphorically smell the flowers without having to worry about going into the woods. Bizarrely, certain flowers seem to bloom out of season in the gardens, and long-time camp staff occasionally joke of seeing pixies amongst the colorful petals.&nbsp; <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] Gardens</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowned Vandal</strong> on <strong>09-05-2022, 04:29:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkUqzm7.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/HDfKZf7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Carter Jak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145246#msg16145246) &amp; Bully</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a white-t. A stainless steel cross hangs from his neck<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>6:35PM June 7th; 8am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Gardens</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin </em><br><hr><br>Coming from the sports yard Cj moved his head from side to side. The stuffed bull in the off brand drawstring bag behind him groaned. “It smells like sweaty socks in here, you should shower more often. Maybe wash your clothes.” The jock snorted and took a drink from his water bottle. “Hey you wanted to come on my run,” he muttered as he lifted his shirt up to wipe his face of sweat, the stainless steel cross on his neck bouncing a bit with the motion. “Only because I just knew you were going to trip.”<br><br>Cj huffed a bit. “It wasn’t a trip, I was hoping over that root.” The bull snickered. “I’m sure, the musician seemed to believe that one.” <br><br>His footsteps came to a stop seeing Robin in the garden, bent over and around like a pretzel. He swallowed a bit. Holy cow it was a sight. Well it wasn’t the first glimpse of Robin he’d snagged but this was somehow a bit more attractive, maybe because it was in the wild and he could make out the entire shape of Robin’s butt in his pants. He’d done a good job of avoiding the other so far but Felix seemed to know something about how they spoke before. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.<br><br>Carter felt a bit of a lump in his throat, he wasn’t even sure how long he was standing here or what other comments the stuffed animal in his backpack was muttering while he was doing it. After a moment he just took a step forward. “Yo, uhh one of the counselors asked me to find you. Need to gather some wood for a bonfire later,” he finally spoke, with both of his hands buried in his pockets, leaning forward a bit and tilting his head towards the woods. “Unless, you want to keep doing your thing.” <br><br>He turned his head to follow several students that walked by, nodding his head in greeting at several of them. "Smooth. Gathering wood at eight am, for a bonfire that wont happen."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Gardens</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>10-05-2022, 16:06:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HZDJQfQ.png)(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131) &amp; <strong>Fellow</strong></em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yoga Pants -&gt; Yoga Pants, black t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 7th, 0800</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Gardens</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>CJ | Ellie, Felix, Liam</em><br><hr><br>Robin was done with CJ. Absolutely done. Sure, maybe he had fret over plans for the first night that they had time together (only to be interrupted by such small revelations like talking stuffed animals and magic being real.) Maybe the truth was that no matter how many times Robin told himself that he would have come here regardless, there were plenty of closer camps. He wasn’t even looking for a summer camp until CJ mentioned it. His entire point of being here ultimately rested on some late night internet exchanges with the Georgian, even if he had found plenty of reasons to stay here since. And yes, perhaps - just perhaps - Robin quietly sulked himself to sleep, feeling like the most unwanted camper to ever camp when CJ acted like he was a plague victim when it was time to assign bunks. Sure; if you were willing to be critical, he might have even gotten upset when it sounded like Liam was honing in; maybe - just maybe- Robin even got excited at the prospect of Felix interrupting that.<br><br>That was the past, though. There was friggin magic! There were talking stuffed animals and campfire creatures. Felix, Ellie, Fellow, and Hissy Fit were all here. Robin had yoga and his phone loaded with a plethora of bad pop songs espousing break up, independence, and being better than the people who ignore you. Robin had the relaxing stretch of Forward Fold poses and - god damn it&nbsp; he had-the fact that Warrior pose actually made him feel a bit stronger. Like a warrior!<br><br>His mind drifted to Ellie, Felix, his parents… most of all he breathed in the fresh air that somehow was so different from San Diego fresh air. He never thought of air being branded, per se, but all the natural scenes were still so very different from home. He laughs as he feels Fellow at his ankle, nervously looking up, trying to match his contortions with those boneless and plushie limbs of a mummy toy. ”Keep going, you’ll get it..,” he encourages the plush as it collapses on its side for the fourth time. <br><br>Fellow suddenly scurries into Robin’s bag, as if to hide, which brings his attention around to that guy with the ridiculously strong jawline and lips that could… - No. No. C.J. was no one of note, definitely no one who was looking and smelling amazing in his morning athleisure wear.<br><br>”Oh hey,” Robin feels the speech that he prepared asking CJ to spend time with him, and then the subsequent speech that Robin prepared to inform CJ that he was <em>totally</em> fine being permanent strangers when the athlete was avoiding him, both drain out of him. Instead he just stares at the handsome casualness before him, swallowing and reaching up to fidget with his hair, repeatedly pulling it back.<br><br>Who the hell prepares for a bonfire in the morning? It was bullshit and Robin knew it and he knew that he didn’t want anything to do with it. He would spend the morning with Fellow and then catch up with Felix and Ellie and forget all about this CJ. It was decided. ”Oh yeah, I’d love to help…” What?! No, that’s not what he meant to say… was it?<br><br>Robin reaches down to grab his pack, making to pull a simple black t-shirt out and working it on. As he does so he feels Fellow push at his hands, glancing up at him. Fellow clearly wasn’t a fan of CJ or Bully, and the stuffed toy definitely didn’t have any particular urge to go with them. WIth a frustrated sigh, Robin whispers down into his bag, ”It’s just gathering some wood, it’s not like he’s a serial killer in the woods.” Probably. ”It’s fine. It’s good.”<br><br>Talk. Robin needed to talk. It wasn’t like he had a history of being absolutely terrible at that, and spent years of his life in anxious silence around strangers. Oh right, it was exactly like that. ”So, I was thinking about the Falconers… Falcon.. Falcons lately,” he begins, having no clue about football let alone about a NFC team that was nowhere near California. It is something to say that isn’t talking about the weather, though, and he looked up random facts to impress CJ back when he thought he would have a reason to actually impress him. ”Do you really think they have a chance of recovery? The team roster has been suffering lately. They need to be recruiting some big names if they want to stay relevant, right?! I mean, not that they don’t have a great history..”<br><br>Robin sighs trying to remember what in the hell he even is talking about.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Gardens</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowned Vandal</strong> on <strong>19-05-2022, 00:19:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZkUqzm7.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/HDfKZf7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Carter Jak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145246#msg16145246) &amp; Bully</em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Loose fitting shorts, sneakers and a white-t. A stainless steel cross hangs from his neck<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 7th; 8am</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Gardens</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>Robin </em><br><hr><br>Cj grinned a bit with a slight casual lean back into the void of air behind him like he had just successfully laid the smoothest of pick up lines on the choicest babe. “I’m not sure who I’m more embarrassed for here you for saying that, or him for it working.” The comment broke the lean as Cj’s face turned a bit red and he looked towards the nearby woods. “At least you didn’t go with the wood being in your pants.” The jock grunted. “I’m going to kick your butt one of these days.” Of course the bull had to have the same attitude he often hated. Pushing his boundaries with every comment and they were constant. Cj grabbed his cross for a moment and let it go as he walked slow enough that it was clear he wanted Robin to catch back up to him.<br><br>The question about the Falcons made his face light up, ignoring that Robin had gotten the name wrong twice and then almost formed the right name into a question. “They’ve been weak since Mike smith was head coach,” he muttered. “A big name wouldn’t hurt but if they don’t get a quality coach in there it won’t matter. Offensive line is kind of garbage too. Been feeling like I spend half the game yelling at the TV.” He smirked a bit at Robin. “But they are my team so I can’t give up on them. Though..” There is a loud groan from CJ’s backpack. “Holy fuck kid, he doesn’t care. It’s like someone stuck the most awkward damn kid as a sports announcer.”<br><br>A twig snapped under CJ’s foot as he turned around to face Robin once he was far enough and out of line of sight of any passerbys. “So… I didn’t expect to see you at this camp.” He swallowed, looking over his shoulder and then back at Robin. “But he dreamt of it alright, well that or you showing up at youth group,” a forced gag could be heard from the back afterwards. Cj dropped his bag onto the ground and glared at it. “Let me talk man, please.” While he didn’t get the okay he hoped for, there was silence that followed so something of a win there.<br><br>He turned back to Robin and rubbed the back of his neck, the steam for what he was going to say was kind of taken from him.“You always been a Falcons fan? I don’t think we’ve ever talked about it before.” &nbsp;Cj shifted a bit and tilted his head at Robin. Speaking of plans, he wasn’t even sure what he was thinking with this conversation. Lured Robin into the woods to talk about what was their whole cabin’s version of “how about that weather?”. Might have been easier to think if Robin hadn't been pretty much naked bending over when he stumbled on him. <br><br>“Anyone else notice we still haven’t started looking for wood?” The voice made his eyes narrow and he sighed.<br><br>“Just felt like we haven’t gotten to talk since we got here.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Camp Runamuk] Gardens</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>22-05-2022, 09:48:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HZDJQfQ.png)(https://i.imgur.com/aVxMRPx.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> <em>Robin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145131#msg16145131) &amp; <strong>Fellow</strong></em><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yoga Pants -&gt; Yoga Pants, black t-shirt<br><strong>Time:</strong> <em>June 7th, 0800</em><br><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Gardens</em><br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> <em>CJ | </em><br><hr><br>Between Fellow’s continued prodding inside the confines of the bag and CJ’s distance, Robin is (perhaps fortunately for CJ,) unable to catch the words being mumbled so far ahead of him on the trail. Still, he catches up to CJ by walking double-time, all the while thinking, ‘Jocks walk fast, right? I should probably walk fast, too.’<br><br>He’s more in a position to hear Bully’s commentary on CJ dreaming of him at the camp… or the youth group. It’s the most awkward moment for Robin in regards to talking for a very long time (and he’s had plenty); despite his minutes-ago internal monologue about the fact that the Georgian meant nothing to him, Robin finds himself wanting to ask, confirm, and - yes&nbsp; half-leap into CJ’s personal space and embrace him. Instead, Robin stands there for a moment, blinking, feeling his eyes lower and a knot forming in his throat. He’d ignore it; there was nothing to even act on.. Right.. Maybe?<br><br>No, maybe not, and while Robin wants desperately to answer the statement about not being expected in the camp, he can only assume that CJ’s insistence to Bully about needing to talk extended to him. So Robin waits, catching his breath, not sure whether he’s going to be accused of stalking, scolded for following the athlete, or be wrapped up in that lip-touching embrace that he fights against simply seizing.<br><br>And..<br><br>He hears about the the fucking Falcons. A well of frustration that Robin’s more used to feeling when being ordered around by his parents fills him, but he shoves it aside with a friendly smile. ”I mean, sure, there’s a lot to me other than just late night computer games,” Robin tries to play the line casually, even if the pop songs he’s been listening to concerning some diva being under appreciated by a man ring in his head. ”I mean like being a fan of the Falcons. They’re great. Or, I mean, can be great… were great.. can be great again. If they finally give Mike Smith the boot, right?” He forces his voice to make it all sound like a question, as if it is a totally original statement that he is offering, and not something directly pulled from what CJ had just offered him.<br><br>As if he owes Carter Jak’s loud-mouthed stuffed animal some authenticity, Robin begins to look around for wood, even half-heartedly grabbing a couple pieces (but only half-heartedly… even he’s not quite so naive to buy this early morning bonfire preparation story.) He fights off the absurd feelings, reasoning that CJ perhaps needs wood for some other project, and he reasons that the stretch he feels going through his thighs and calves as he forces bending over in his wood gathering can substitute for the rest of his morning yoga.<br><br>He leans up, momentarily relaxing his deliberately-kept tight core as he turns to the athlete’s comment concerning that they haven’t talked much. It flusters Robin for a different reason given that he’s felt invisible since arrival, and experienced flat-out rejection when CJ didn’t exactly clammer to be a bunk mate with him. ”I’m around; I’d like to talk.” Robin stifles his frustration again, which he finds far easier suddenly as he realizes he’s alone with those expressive eyes and perfectly-shaped cheek-bones. Yeah, now he’s feeling different things entirely.<br><br>”We could always catch some sports, or you can help me with some costumes if you’re into acting at all. Watch a movie… Or.. I..” Robin’s eyes fix on CJ’s cross and despite a tendency to sneer at organized religion and a stack of historical arguments with his mother about making sure not to say anything that might be offensive to her constituents, he <em>somehow</em> hears come flying out of his mouth, ”Or we can pray together.Maybe share some concerns and curiosities about what’s going on at camp. This whole magic thing is a lot to process with.. Uh.. other faiths.” Robin realizes that it is a good thing that he doesn’t believe in hell, because if there was one he was fairly certain he would be condemning himself to it while his mind raced through fantasies of skin-close ‘praying sessions’ with CJ.<br><br>Robin feels the force of a plushie foot in his back from where Fellow rests in his pack. Even the shy little guy obviously knew when there was a line being crossed. Robin didn't want to be ingenuine, but he wanted Carter to stop ignoring him even more.
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