[ Well, this is practically Carver’s personal nightmare. He stares at the cabin and the assigned bunks with open disgust, lip curled. The look he gives his fellow bunkmates is similarly unimpressed. ]
You touch my shit and I’m bouncing your skull off the floor. Just so we’re clear.
[ Cool. He’s not going to be sleeping much. ]
Icebreakers
[ Participation is, of course, mandatory. And now Carver, a grown ass man, is sitting on a log and holding himself stiffly in front of a fire. Hating himself more than a little.
He exhales through his teeth. This whole thing is ridiculous. Childish. He’s wearing a tie-dye shirt and feels uneasy and uncomfortable without his uniform. ]
Fine. Two truths and a lie. Let’s just get this over with.
Nighttime
[ Insomnia isn’t doing Carver any favors. At night, he heads out into the dark to scout. Dressed all in black and quiet on his feet, trained to disappear into the woods, he’s practically a ghost. It’s against the rules, such as they are, but he’s not wearing the camp uniform out here. Not at night, where he means to scout. ]
Going somewhere?
[ His tone is bland, should he come across anyone else wandering. He doesn’t have a flashlight. But he does have a knife sheathed openly at his hip, as you do. ]
Wildcard
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[ Well, this is practically Carver’s personal nightmare. He stares at the cabin and the assigned bunks with open disgust, lip curled. The look he gives his fellow bunkmates is similarly unimpressed. ]
You touch my shit and I’m bouncing your skull off the floor. Just so we’re clear.
[ Cool. He’s not going to be sleeping much. ]
Icebreakers
[ Participation is, of course, mandatory. And now Carver, a grown ass man, is sitting on a log and holding himself stiffly in front of a fire. Hating himself more than a little.
He exhales through his teeth. This whole thing is ridiculous. Childish. He’s wearing a tie-dye shirt and feels uneasy and uncomfortable without his uniform. ]
Fine. Two truths and a lie. Let’s just get this over with.
Nighttime
[ Insomnia isn’t doing Carver any favors. At night, he heads out into the dark to scout. Dressed all in black and quiet on his feet, trained to disappear into the woods, he’s practically a ghost. It’s against the rules, such as they are, but he’s not wearing the camp uniform out here. Not at night, where he means to scout. ]
Going somewhere?
[ His tone is bland, should he come across anyone else wandering. He doesn’t have a flashlight. But he does have a knife sheathed openly at his hip, as you do. ]
Wildcard
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