He hadn’t been home long, had only stopped by long enough to grab a few more sweatshirts and swipe a few of Max’s books, but it’d been more than long enough. Neil had been home, and now Billy was nursing a nasty gash right on his kidney from Neil’s ring.
They were back at camp now, and Billy didn’t even know whether he was glad or pissed about it. Anywhere had to be better than home. According to the schedule, they were even supposed to get the plumbing up and running in the next week or two. Which would be a fucking godsend, because right now, Billy was trying to decide whether he’d need stitches in the fucking dark, a flashlight held between his teeth.
The community bathrooms smelled like thirty year old shit, and looked about the same, but he could hardly do this in his cabin. Closing his eyes a minute, Billy took a breath around the flashlight, and gritted his teeth.
WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER BRING BACK TO CAMP WITH THEM:
all of the snacks. packaged snacks. tinned snacks. homemade snacks from the old lady who took a shining to ron in town because he asked about the chocolate mice. his entire bag was just snacks.
a bottle of homemade spider repellent from the same old lady who insists that it’ll keep them away. spoiler alert: ron spent a stupid amount of money on a spray bottle of water.
whatever was left of the money he had probably went on a bottle of some cheap alcohol so he can join in on festivities.
a postcard and stamps with good intentions to send it home, but it’s currently in the bottom of his bag and forgotten about.
spf 50. because ginger.
WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER DO WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO CIVILIZATION:
played way too much pokemon go because there are none in the damn camp okay?!
caught up on football scores from the world cup and local teams
lusted after a beautiful glass chess set that was obnoxiously expensive
ate too much
WHAT’S BEEN THE BIGGEST ADJUSTMENT OF CAMP LIFE?
honestly, ron didn’t take too much adjusting. other than the weather being a little unusual for him, it reminds him of summers back home fixing up the family home and being treated like child slaves in the garden. the thing he struggles most with is the food - he’ll eat anything, but there’s not enough of it for his liking.
HOW ARE THEY HOLDING UP?
truly, ron is still ridiculously hyped up for the whole thing to come to fruition. he has his moments where he’s frustrated and hot and hungry - let’s be real, all of it is because it’s hungry - but overall he’s pretty happy. he’s hanging out with some strange people, some people he thinks are cool and others he can’t really stand, so it’s basically like being home for the summer but without his mother pestering him constantly.
ANY HOT GOSS?
other than nearly breaking hermione’s neck and simultaneously wanting to strangle her every time she opens her damn mouth? ron has been a drifter in and out of conversation and has normally kept to himself for the most part. so there’s nothing to report other than the fact there are way too many spiders.
You don’t want to be that lonely loser that doesn’t make any friends, or chooses to spend his nights locked away in his cabin (or tent) while the nightly party ritual pumps on. After all, isn’t that kind of something that played it’s part in keeping you here? Experience a little more than what was offered on the back of the metaphorical brochure? Red solo cups and food passing around every which way, and if you’re a slut for anything, we all know it’s food. So, what was it that’s got you tripping out so bad? Something was laced, but with what is the question? Ever tried LSD? Or magical mushrooms? Well, you’re not an idiot, despite what some of your classmates would think. You know you didn’t physically eat mushrooms, so what the fuck is happening? Best not to wander into the woods on the trails of a panic attack, just sit back and enjoy the ride, dude. People would pay good money for this shit. But hey, do you see those eyes looking at you? Watching you from the tree line? Maybe they just wanna be your friend, after all, no one ever said anything about them shredding you to pieces, that’s all you, bud.
SHE HAD TOLD HIM NOT TO. SHE HAD TOLD HIM NOT TO TEN TIMES. JUST WAIT! There had been an entire safety presentation to the whole group before they’d come. What to do, what not to do. How to appropriately handle situations if the arose, though that was very much a ‘just in case’, a worst case scenario. They had been prepped and by all intensive purposes, Ron should have known better from the get-go. Especially when she told him as much. The mess hall needed to be cleared, but beyond all that, the attic did too. Every building would have it’s purpose, but it did them no good to do what they needed to if they had half the forest living in the attic, along with god only knew what else.
The water damage had been apparent from the ceiling of the hall, but just how bad was it? That was the question, wasn’t it? They needed to figure it out and while they could speculate from the outside, they needed to actually get up close and personal, and get one of the engineering students to take a better look and sort it out amongst themselves. As it was, there would be no shortage for them when it came to delegated tasks. She hadn’t wanted to say anything, but from the moment they’d spotted the entrance to the attic, she had a bad feeling. Hermione, of course, had chalked it up to the fact that it looked like a scene from a horror movie. Dimly lit, musky and old. Stark white with water damage and claw marks from animals, or workers from long ago being too hasty to close anything properly, probably trying to latch it with a broom or something. A logical reason, but she didn’t like it. And it took Ron nearly shoulder checking it as she stood, holding the ladder in place before it budged, and the smell. Well the smell told her it was rotted wood or worse.
He was the first up, and she followed with her flashlight and . . . It was bad. Old insulation molded over, soft beams under their feet, an odd bit of light streaming through confirming what she had suspected. The roof needed work. And the attic? It wasn’t safe, she knew that much. Which is why she told him to stay because while she didn’t want to say anything out of fear for it coming off the wrong way, he was heavier than she was, which should have been more of a common sense realization on his part than anything else, and yet. Even a dog would have known to stay if she told it to. And yet Ron was coming up behind her, the same soft beam supporting both their weight, until it wasn’t. A scream ripped from Hermione’s throat as the floor dropped out from beneath her, sending both herself and Ron falling to the ground, lost amongst a sea of black mass which had once been pink, soft yet still very much wood wood, onto a pile of old tarps that had been dragged into the middle of the room, clutter and debris swept up as if they’d known some makeshift something was needed to soften the fall. She could feel it in every part of herself, but the pain hardly mattered because disgust was coursing through her, rising like a tidal wave of absolute panic.
“I TOLD YOU!” Hermione roared, though her voice was impossibly shrill and unstable as she coughed out a mouthful of foul everything. Dust, mold, everything? Oh god. It was in her shirt, tangled in her hair, in her eyes, in her entire freaking life. A closer inspection would reveal a lot of not nice things, but she was too busy trying to scramble out of the chaos and find her footing, which wasn’t easy because everything moved the second pressure was applied and the smell was all consuming, along with the fact her skin was crawling. And she couldn’t even rule out the pest fraction of things, or if it was all in her head due to the situation. “Why couldn’t you have just listened to me?!” Oh she was going to be sick!
Welcome home, Spider King, enjoy your stay. RONALD WEASLEY, ACCEPTED!
OOC INFORMATION
NAME, AGE, TIMEZONE: Willow, 23, GMT
ACTIVITY LEVEL: 6/10 - Work is a lot on the brain, but I’ll be around on the daily! Just can’t promise a lot of writing every single day.
TRIGGER ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: A-okay <3
ACTIVITY ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Yup yup.
NOTES: U da bomb dot com.
IC INFORMATION
NAME, AGE, SEXUALITY: Ron Weasley, 20, straight.
FANDOM: Harry Potter
HOMETOWN: Ottery St Mary, Devon, England.
CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER: Chess club, Super Smash Brothers Club (SSBC)
CLUBS, ORGANIZATIONS, OTHER CREATION: Super Smash Brothers Club (SSBC): This is a club for people who enjoy playing any iteration of Super Smash Brothers both casually and competitively. This club gives people an opportunity to meet with others who also enjoy the game. More than just playing smash, we seek to create a community among members that encourages each other and helps each other. Even if you are not familiar with the game, we are willing to teach and give a good time.
FIVE POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, brave, humorous, logical, selfless.
FIVE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Jealous, hot-headed, emotionally immature, insensitive, stubborn.
BIGGEST FEARS & PHOBIAS: Arachnophobia. Just arachnophobia. Boy really hates those spiders.
SCARIEST EXPERIENCE: When Ron first moved into his own bedroom, he was ridiculously excited to have his own space. Until, at night, he opened his eyes to a gigantic spider just inches from his face, dangling from the ceiling above his bed. He woke the entire house up, went back to his room and the spider was gone. He didn’t sleep for two nights after that.
DO THEY BELIEVE IN THE GHOSTS/PARANORMAL?: Definitely. He might downplay it, but he fully believes in it and it spooks him.
ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF?: He’s the king of the gingers?
ANY CHANGES TO YOUR CHARACTER THAT SHOULD BE NOTED?: Obviously not a wizard, he’s just a normal guy. Otherwise, he’s the same Ron Weasley we know and love. The idiot.
WHY IS YOUR CHARACTER PARTICIPATING IN THE PROJECT?: Ron Weasley won a scholarship to UCCS - which in itself is amusing. As a kid, he would beat his brothers regularly in games of chess, especially when the family went camping and had limited means of entertainment. Then his brothers started entering him into chess tournaments, which he also won without much thought. It was all one big joke - they needed money? Enter Ron into a chess tournament, win the prize money and everything was good. This continual winning, moving up the rankings and relaxed attitude caught the eye of a few schools around England and, surprisingly, UCCS admissions. When offered a scholarship to study abroad, in America? Well, Ron wasn’t going to say no to the first chance he had to get on a plane and experience something else. And, well, American girls love British accents, right? Given the opportunity to avoid going home, too? That was also snapped up instantly. Ron adores his family to pieces, but after being trapped in the same town in Devon? He’s living the life of freedom.
