#hauntsstarter

[lukazlaska]

open to: anyone! łukaz is in his cabin.

Łukaz, as always, never noticed when someone entered his space. His nose always stuck in a book or some other business that stole his focus, it was perhaps the one thing that gave away his true age. When someone jokingly referred to him as an 'old man,' well... he took it personally.

(What was wrong with being old? Mature? Erudite?!)

But his aloofness could not be mistaken for lack of caring, because he truly did want to be of service to both his fellow counselors as well as the campers he considered his students. He possessed knowledge; he wanted to pass it along. Every day could have been his last, even after so many years of prolonged youth. The next generation needed to be educated.

But finally, a rustling alerted him to a visitor's presence. "Oh—?" he murmurs to himself, turning to face the other. "Apologies, I was just... nothing, don't worry about it. Is there something I can help you with?"

[magicblessed]

the images kept replaying over and over in his head; one of his best friends at camp appearing, manifesting at the bonfire, at first he was excited to see his friend, then that feeling hit him, that was ghost. then he was disappearing again. him and kawehi had been campers here together for many years, trained together, perfected their craft together, now he was just gone. how was he supposed to just accept that?

javier shook his head, he was a counselor now, he had to put his own emotions and feelings to the side, he'd have time to grieve later, he had to check up on the other who witnessed it. he approached the first person he seen, warm smile on his features. "hey, handsome. you doing okay?"

[vinecraft]

⊱     open     ⊰       location -  nurse's station.

the other's forearm sits between bowie's two palms, one of bowie's hands keeping the weight of their arm steady as the other is hovering over the other's wound. you can tell by the look on the redhead's face that he was working hard at focusing, transmitting his lifeforce into the other. with his power to heal, it wasn't uncommon for the young camper to be posted up with nursing duties for the day but that didn't mean bowie necessarily liked it or was entirely good at it either. he could heal without issue, it was the bedside manner that was completely out of practice. as the wound on his patient's arm begins to resolve and repair itself, bowie would finally look back up at the other. ❛ it's really not that bad. last week someone nearly got their arm burned off and that took like twenty whole minutes to get looking good again! ❜  he'll enthuse, dropping the arm back onto the others lap without grace. good as new.

❛ and don't worry about it opening back up or anything. that hasn't happened yet. ❜ a sheepish smile, his eyes hollow from thought. ❛ that was a pretty big scratch though. what happened? ❜