#darkestevent2

[leonardo-hastings]

DATE: May 21st, 2021 TIME: 10:36 AM LOCATION: Camp grounds

Leo excuses himself from the group after the breakfast, slipping away without drawing much attention to himself. As much as he is excited for the weekend-- for the first time in years, his siblings are all in the city and now he gets to spend the next few days camping and playing games, yay for him-- his instinct is to check out the retreat site and learn the lay of the land. Away from the rest of the world, no communication device on them, the whole setting is a big fucking security risk in his head... He wishes Logan hadn’t made him turn in his second phone, but he will have to make do with what he has. At least they didn’t notice the weapons he sneaked in. Nothing crazy, just a little insurance. Hearing a footstep, he shifts the gear from scheming to socialization. “Hiya, looking for a smoke area too?” Leo asks, fishing out a pack of cigarettes. He leaves the lighter in his pocket, however. “I don’t wanna set the whole place on fire, but there’s no sign here. Must mean it’s a free game, right?” He shrugs, “actually, you got a light? I seem to have forgotten mine.”

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[maximillians]

where: camp grounds

who: OPEN @darkesthourstarters​

when: day one: morning hours 

Reality set in when the portals brought them to the camp grounds. It was surely lovely, but Max had his mind consumed with other things at the moment  The loss of his device for the weekend took forefront. “Did they really just take away out phones? Is this high school?” He felt like he had heard rumours of the stringent measures in passing conversation leading up to the event, which obviously went in one ear and came out the other. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Max sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time. “No one said anything about taking away our phones,” he whined. A whole weekend without the device was going to be torture. “Just leave me here let me wither away into nothingness.” In true Max fashion, the vampire collapsed to the ground and laid there just aimlessly staring up at the sky. 

[niawinters]

Location: Archery Competition

Open

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Nia was excited to get to let loose and be the competitive woman that her life and upbringing had caused her to be. She stood waiting to start the archery competition, her face as serious as can be because she was definitely ready to kick some ass. “Not to brag, but I think I can win this. I took archery as an elective in college, and I was top of my class. My trick is to imagine someone I hate and I hit the bullseye every time. I call it therapy for the therapist,” she joked. 

[ginasplan]

Who: OPEN @darkesthourstarters​

When: Day Two - Bonfire

With day one wrapped up, and the bonfire and its accompanying merriment well underway she bit into a s’more. The classic bonfire treat was something that she hadn’t had in ages. Many years ago another version of herself thrived in nature. This remote location would have been a dream for a younger version of Gina. Instead of dwelling on regrets and what could have been scenarios, Gina looked to her companion hoping to stir up some bonfire entertainment. “I volunteer you as tribute to kick off the karaoke,” she challenged.

[eliot-isayev]

DATE: May 23rd, 2021 TIME: 10:12 AM LOCATION: Camp grounds

“Wha-- the barbecue is canceled?!” Eliot cries out louder than the thunder shaking the camp grounds. He is obviously devastated. That was supposed to be the highlight of his weekend! “But we’re still doing the stupid paintball? Without the barbecue??” He throws his hands up and grumbles some curses in Russian at the pouring sky. He is more disappointed than exasperated, and he just needed to get it out of the system. After a long facepalm and a deep sigh, his hands drop to his side and he just rolls his eyes. “...the lunch better be fuckin’ good. I’m startin’ a goddamn riot if they cancel lunch. That ain’t right, you can’t not feed people.” He mutters mostly to himself, and Boris by his feet just huffing out a sigh.

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[lucianhastings]

@darkesthourstarters​ Where: Retreat campground  When: 6:20am Sunday morning 

He quickly padded out of the cabin, still in his boxer shorts and an unzipped hoodie, as he slipped quietly out the door, careful not to wake the other people sleeping in the cabin. The images of a funeral were still fresh in his head, flashes of them coming to his mind each time he closed his eyes. Swiping a still mostly full bottle of alcohol someone had abandoned the night before by the campfire, Lucian made his way to the waters edge where the canoes had been pushed off from a couple of days before. Flopping down to the ground, he could feel the water lap gently at the tips of his toes as he unscrewed the cap and took a long swig of the amber liquid, a welcome burn touching his throat. He could still see it, somber faces, dark suits, flowers. He could feel the tension, the sorrow around him for something that hadn’t happened yet. Objectively he knew the future could change, he had based his whole life around the idea that he could change his own, but this felt close, too close for comfort, and he had a sinking feeling that it wouldn’t change. Looking out over the water he was a little unnerved by not seeing a sunrise peeking above the horizon and the fog that settled on the campsite was more than a little ominous. Taking another drink, he heard something behind him, taking the bottle from his lips he turned his head slightly to the side to look back at the intruder to his pity party, a laughable attempt at charm on his face, unable to hide how weighted he was feeling. “Isn’t it a little early to be up?”

[rewritexthestarz]

Location: Camp/ Tie-Die shirt making 

Date: May 21st

Open

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Alden was getting into the spirit of things, as they made tie-die shirts. When he was done, he took off the shirt he was wearing and put that one on. He cocked his head to the side. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn a tie-die shirt. It’s definitely not a fashion statement I plan to make ever again,” he said as he looked down at himself.  “I honestly don’t even think I’ve ever been in a group camp setting. My only impressions of this is horror movies. Do you think they took our cellphones so they could pick us off one by one?” Alden joked. He was hyper aware of his surroundings. As a forensic detective, his observation skills and the way that they were secluded had him slightly worrying that they very well could be in a slasher movie. 

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R.I.P. NADIA. YOU WILL BE MISSED.