Mortuary-Camper

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[mortuarycamper]

[As it wasn’t clear what purpose the false indigos he found might serve, Mort tears a few off with his middle and index fingers. On his chest were several wildflowers, which he kept from falling with his left arm. Being curious had led the boy to not add the non-scented flowers with the rest, so he held it up and observed it… as he did with every flower he found.] … [after giving these indigo-coloured flowers a look, he could just put them by his pillow, they don’t give off any sort of floral smell but it would look.. nice.]

[Keeping his hand on the flowers, he heard a voice calling out to him. That didn’t startle him until a second later.] … [He secretly had hoped that it was pointed towards another kid that was somehow nearby. Leaning a little more forward, and looking more interested in the flowers by his chest, Mort stays quiet for a moment. He thinks that they would come over anyway.]

[embry-westhaven]

[What, is this kid hard of hearing? Embry has a distinct voice, very scratchy from damaged vocal cords. Difficult to ignore. He sighs as he approaches, already dreading his obligations as a part of the staff. He’s not great with children.]

[He stops a few paces away and watches Mort pick through the flowers.]

Hey. What are you doing so far from camp? [A pause as he observes.] … Are you foraging for flowers?

[mortuarycamper]

[A slightly uncomfortable feeling begins to linger, his left fingers feeling the petals slowly as he crouches down to pick some more false indigos with his right.] ..yeah. [Mort had only heard the second question, so he replied with a small voice as he wrapped his fingers around the flower by its stem. There wasn’t an actual need to get more of these, but for the sake of seeming occupied he tears it and adds to the bunch.]

[embry-westhaven]

[This is so awkward. Embry doesn’t often interact with teenagers and has no idea how to approach them. He rubs at his neck and grimaces, wracking his brain for what to say.]

Uh… [He remembers the cool rocks and animal teeth in his pockets and decides it’s a good icebreaker. After all, he, too, was foraging.]

Me too. What are you looking for? I know a little bit about plants. Well, more about mushrooms.

[mortuarycamper]

[Facing down a little more, he narrows his eyes slightly. Now feeling a little curious about the next near him.] …. [He takes a moment to stand up, adjusting his hold on the wild arrangements in his arms a bit, but not even turning to the fellow speaking to him.]

….I- [now, how should he word this? Maybe a little formal?] ..I’m just gathering some flowers to bring back. …That’s all. I’ve found what I need already so.. [He speaks with a slightly nervous tone. hunched a little and looking down at the flowers like he did before.]

[embry-westhaven]

[Embry frowns. Did he come off too aggressive? That’s a recurring issue for him, and he’s terrible at damage control.]

Hey, uh, you’re not in trouble or anything. You don’t have to be so, uh… Like, you didn’t do anything wrong. [He scratches his scalp.] … If you’re done out here, can I escort you back to camp or something? It’s dangerous to be out here alone.

[mortuarycamper]

[Mort, keeping his gaze onto his flowers, turns around to their direction. even though he is aware he isn’t in that much trouble, it was still a little nervewracking to make eye-contact with people. whenever he made a small comment before, it was almost never made and so he opts to keep looking down.] ...o-okay, I’m fine with that.

[mortuarycamper]

[As it wasn’t clear what purpose the false indigos he found might serve, Mort tears a few off with his middle and index fingers. On his chest were several wildflowers, which he kept from falling with his left arm. Being curious had led the boy to not add the non-scented flowers with the rest, so he held it up and observed it… as he did with every flower he found.] … [after giving these indigo-coloured flowers a look, he could just put them by his pillow, they don’t give off any sort of floral smell but it would look.. nice.]

[Keeping his hand on the flowers, he heard a voice calling out to him. That didn’t startle him until a second later.] … [He secretly had hoped that it was pointed towards another kid that was somehow nearby. Leaning a little more forward, and looking more interested in the flowers by his chest, Mort stays quiet for a moment. He thinks that they would come over anyway.]

[embry-westhaven]

[What, is this kid hard of hearing? Embry has a distinct voice, very scratchy from damaged vocal cords. Difficult to ignore. He sighs as he approaches, already dreading his obligations as a part of the staff. He’s not great with children.]

[He stops a few paces away and watches Mort pick through the flowers.]

Hey. What are you doing so far from camp? [A pause as he observes.] … Are you foraging for flowers?

[mortuarycamper]

[A slightly uncomfortable feeling begins to linger, his left fingers feeling the petals slowly as he crouches down to pick some more false indigos with his right.] ..yeah. [Mort had only heard the second question, so he replied with a small voice as he wrapped his fingers around the flower by its stem. There wasn’t an actual need to get more of these, but for the sake of seeming occupied he tears it and adds to the bunch.]

[embry-westhaven]

[This is so awkward. Embry doesn’t often interact with teenagers and has no idea how to approach them. He rubs at his neck and grimaces, wracking his brain for what to say.]

Uh… [He remembers the cool rocks and animal teeth in his pockets and decides it’s a good icebreaker. After all, he, too, was foraging.]

Me too. What are you looking for? I know a little bit about plants. Well, more about mushrooms.

[mortuarycamper]

[Facing down a little more, he narrows his eyes slightly. Now feeling a little curious about the next near him.] …. [He takes a moment to stand up, adjusting his hold on the wild arrangements in his arms a bit, but not even turning to the fellow speaking to him.]

….I- [now, how should he word this? Maybe a little formal?] ..I’m just gathering some flowers to bring back. ...That’s all. I’ve found what I need already so.. [He speaks with a slightly nervous tone. hunched a little and looking down at the flowers like he did before.]

[mortuarycamper]

[As it wasn’t clear what purpose the false indigos he found might serve, Mort tears a few off with his middle and index fingers. On his chest were several wildflowers, which he kept from falling with his left arm. Being curious had led the boy to not add the non-scented flowers with the rest, so he held it up and observed it… as he did with every flower he found.] … [after giving these indigo-coloured flowers a look, he could just put them by his pillow, they don’t give off any sort of floral smell but it would look.. nice.]

[Keeping his hand on the flowers, he heard a voice calling out to him. That didn’t startle him until a second later.] … [He secretly had hoped that it was pointed towards another kid that was somehow nearby. Leaning a little more forward, and looking more interested in the flowers by his chest, Mort stays quiet for a moment. He thinks that they would come over anyway.]

[embry-westhaven]

[What, is this kid hard of hearing? Embry has a distinct voice, very scratchy from damaged vocal cords. Difficult to ignore. He sighs as he approaches, already dreading his obligations as a part of the staff. He’s not great with children.]

[He stops a few paces away and watches Mort pick through the flowers.]

Hey. What are you doing so far from camp? [A pause as he observes.] … Are you foraging for flowers?

[mortuarycamper]

[A slightly uncomfortable feeling begins to linger, his left fingers feeling the petals slowly as he crouches down to pick some more false indigos with his right.] ..yeah. [Mort had only heard the second question, so he replied with a small voice as he wrapped his fingers around the flower by its stem. There wasn’t an actual need to get more of these, but for the sake of seeming occupied he tears it and adds to the bunch.]

[mortuarycamper]

[As it wasn't clear what purpose the false indigos he found might serve, Mort tears a few off with his middle and index fingers. On his chest were several wildflowers, which he kept from falling with his left arm. Being curious had led the boy to not add the non-scented flowers with the rest, so he held it up and observed it… as he did with every flower he found.] … [after giving these indigo-coloured flowers a look, he could just put them by his pillow, they don’t give off any sort of floral smell but it would look.. nice.]

[Keeping his hand on the flowers, he heard a voice calling out to him. That didn't startle him until a second later.] … [He secretly had hoped that it was pointed towards another kid that was somehow nearby. Leaning a little more forward, and looking more interested in the flowers by his chest, Mort stays quiet for a moment. He thinks that they would come over anyway.]

[mortuarycamper]

would u like to gather some flowers to take back to the funeral home

..sure.

[After putting his belongings on an unattended bed in cabin 7, he walked around the forest for half an hour before discovering a flower patch near the trail that led back to his cabin.] …… [Crouched on one of his knees, he examines the plants, then curiously examines a small- …what was it called again?? Mos.. moscheutos Hibiscus? As a hand reaches out for a particularly lonesome one, it pulls it by the stem.] [He stares at it for a while before thinking of something.] ..actually, I’ll just be taking some for the cabin instead.

[mortuarycamper]

Meet anyone interesting at camp Mort?

[He stares somewhere, comtemplating on how he should reply]

..

[Uses his finger to pull down his mask to answer]

No, I've only had very small interactions with one of the staff so far. They didn't seem very interesting.

[mortuarycamper]

[Nickname: Mortler]

[age: 15]

[height: 5′6]

[Gender: Male] - [pronouns: he/him]

[cabin 7]

[Mort enjoys dozing off and isolating himself, as he was always used to it. He also sometimes enjoys doodling coffins, trees or flowers if he is too deep in a day dream]

[His pupils seem to be the same colour of his iris, his gaze seemingly ‘misty’]

[Mort tends to be quiet even if he was very uncomfortable about something. always seeming uninterested or had a cold gaze when it’s actually him being nervous and slightly panicking in his own head. He is a little bit of an overthinker due to past miscommunication and problems]

[He isn’t much of an outdoorsman since he mostly spent his time just looking outside or doing some assistant work]

[A little bit of backstory for this AU is that Mort is to work in a funeral home a family friend owned when he is old enough due to some debt problems, becoming an unofficial mortuary assistant at 12 and learning how everything worked, seeing how people were embalmed, how caskets were made out of truffula trees and how ceremonies were prepared, It most definitely traumatized him since they had no fake ‘things’ to show how embalming worked, unfortunately, Mort was told to listen and observe everything carefully.]

[eventually, before he is to fully take the job there next year when he turns 16(the age where you could get a job) and quits school, his mother very ‘insistedly’ allowed him to be sent somewhere for the summer.]

...

[ He does hold a dream of going somewhere far away and starting his own funeral home in the future]

[He didn't really have anything to carry his stuff except a plastic bag in the cabinet from the preparation room, so he only brought a few masks and necessities)