Christina
Age; 17 | Gender; Female | Cabin; #2 | Mood; Excited | Location; Airport | Tagged; - | Status; Single | Crush; - | Orientation; Heterosexual
Christina woke up to feel a very faint vibration being noticeable in her lilac matching walled room. Although it wasn't hard to guess who it was- her challenging neighbors. One was a drummer, who constantly liked to practice for his highly known band. He also made himself highly known by Christina as the noisiest neighbor one individual could have. Although she can thank him for waking her up, just for today, as today she needed to head to the airport. That is, if she wanted to go to the seemingly amazing summer camp her school told her about. And boy, did she. And plus, Luke, a.k.a drummer boy was her ride to the airport. She always thought that a taxi always cost too much. And in her town, it did. $70 for a mile? Not worth it. He only offered $15. Still a little pricey, but better. She soon opened up her pearly white walk in closet to pick out an outfit for the day. Once that was picked out, she took a quick, comforting shower, and got dressed up. It wasn't too fancy- just a floral top, lavender cardigan, and white jeans, with a pair of rosey sandals to top it off. She held onto her already packed luggage, and soon, Luke drove to her driveway in his classic 1980's mobile. As she put her luggage in the trunk, afterwards she was in the passenger seat. "Did you hear that awesome drumming solo? My brother taught me that stuff. Guy's a wackjob, but he rocks on the drums, man!" He said enthusiastically in his surfer accent. Christina just smiled and shrugged. "He sure can!" She responded, not as energetically, but in a cheerful as he backed out of her drive. The accent got on her nerves, but his enthusiasm was charismatic, she'd give him that.
When they got there, she paid him his now 15 bucks. "Hey Christina." He said, getting her attention again before she tried to leave. "Maybe, when you come back, we could go on a date. You're pretty hot and all." He said, giving a cheesy smile and wink. She gave a slight eye roll. "Bye Luke." She shut the door, and got her luggage, heading inside the airport. Her big chocolate colored orbs searched around the big building. She got past security, and all, and soon stopped by a Starbucks. She didn't really have anything to drink or eat this morning, so maybe a frappuccino and a muffin can do her some good.
Dylan
Age; 19 | Gender; Male | Cabin; #3 | Mood; Prepared | Location; Airport | Tagged; - | Status; Single | Crush; - | Orientation; Heterosexual
Dylan finally woke up after a few minutes of his alarm ringing, and he turned it off, now realizing it was beeping before he woke up. And he didn't even hear it until now. That proves how much of a heavy sleeper he is. He struggled to get up, as he hated having to face the morning glare through the window. He looked at his bed, as he got up, forcing himself to get ready. The summer camp he was supposed to go to was special, he heard. His school recommended it to him. So he thought, why not? He just hoped he'll be able to play sports there. Maybe even work on some music with someone. He loved sports, but music was the one thing he loved. It was his passion, and his guitar meant the world to him. Who knows, maybe he'll find someone to share that passion with. He went into the bathroom an did everything he doing the basics. Taking a shower, eat breakfast, brushing teeth, get dressed. And soon, his taxi came. Although he had to call out "Taxi!" as it looked like the Taxi was going the wrong way. And it was. As it stopped, he put the bags in the trunk, and he got in the trunk. "Airport. Now." He said, with the driver obeying as he drove away.
When he got there, he paid the driver, and he got out of the car. He didn't want to stay in the car too long, because he didn't really trust the driver too much. He really didn't know why, he just didn't. He took his luggage and he made it inside the building. As he looked around, the place was kind of nice. He hoped that airplane food wasn't as bad as people said. Man, would that suck. He got past security, and he let his luggage roll with the others. He looked around for a bit, as he waited for the time he needed to leave.
