Get out of this funk, bro || Counsellor Bo!

What you give is what you get. And in your case that's nothing but guilt and regret. And all the flames you kept in your brain, Came out your lips and sent you straight into your own grave. You were a walking, talking, corpse at best. And I swear I...

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Old ‘friends’ -- Boris&Briar

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“It’s called a joke,” Briar said, deadpan. He laughed a bit, because he was just the type of person that automatically laughed along whenever someone else was laughing, no matter if he knew why they were laughing or not. Then, at his next stupid spiel of words, he slapped him on the arm, face scrunching up with horror and disgust. “What the fuck is wrong with you,” he cried out. “Dude, you’re nasty,” He shook his head and shuddered. Hell, Sergeant Voss was possibly the least sexually attractive person on the planet. Besides maybe Bo himself, he added internally. Briar wasn’t sure which was worse. Christ. Who even said things like that? Briar had been the first to fuck up and say something kinda weird, sure, but this guy just had to take it to a whole different level. Of course. Look, even Briar had limits. Standards. There were things that didn’t even need to be joked about. Choking on Voss? That was one of them. That was something Briar could have lived his entire life not thinking once about. “But I guess you would be the one to know that that’s an option, huh,” He shoots at him, giving an awful, still- disgusted look to Bo. 

At this point, Briar wishes he could shove his pride away enough to just leave. Being in the company of this dumbass was less than pleasurable, but he’ll be damned if he gives Bo the satisfaction. Shit, he was saying things that made Briar sick. He shouldn’t be surprised, not in the slightest, but he kind of is. Just when he thinks he knows the worst possible thing that could come out of Bo’s mouth, the guy has to go and do something that exceeds all expectations. “Ugh,” Briar complains, still disgusted. He closes his eyes and massages his forehead, lip curled in disgust. That mental image is something he needs to get rid of, immediately. 

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“I’m well aware that it was an attempt at making a joke, thank you very much. It just wasn’t really good, was it?” To be fair, Bo had laughed but not really because it was funny or anything but because he was so weirded out by that change of subject and the tone in which Briar had provided that so-called-joke. It was no surprise that Bo tried to take it further, just to make the other one feel much more uncomfortable, he lived for that shit. Being called nasty on the other hand, especially by someone he disliked this much, made him growl. “Don’t try and turn this around, idiot. You started this, I just read your unhealthy thoughts.”

He didn’t even think about giving in, especially not when Briar implied that Bo probably thought about Sergeant Voss a lot. That was ... some awful thing to say right there. Sergeant Voss wasn’t only unpleasant to be around but also looked kind of like a shriveled carrot with manic eyes. No one would want to fuck that. Bo shuddered instantly, spitting on the ground as if he had to get rid of a bad taste in his mouth. “Shut the fuck up”, he growled, giving Briar a not very gentle push against the chest. “And stop screaming for being beaten, it’s annoying.” Because that was, what Briar really did, wasn’t it? Begging to be dunked headfirst into a toilet and then thrown into the lake, his clothes gone with the wind. Bo didn’t want to do that, it was not like he was proud of having been a bully, but at the same time, something about Briar just put him on edge again. It seemed impossible for him to keep his cool, even though he was really trying to.

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Old ‘friends’ -- Boris&Briar

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Briar gives a laugh, slightly amused at the voyeurism comment. “Right, because if I got off watching people, I’d totally be looking at you,” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. His voice was thick with sarcasm. It’s not that Bo is ugly, really, but he’s an asshole, and not in an attractive way. “Your concern is almost touching, really,” He says. “I think I might cry. But don’t worry, no choking will be happening. Not on popcorn, anyway,” he added, and- well. Okay. That last part hadn’t been something he’d meant to say even remotely. He keeps his face blank, decides to pretend he’d never even said it. Sometimes things just… slipped out.

Bo makes some sort of motion with his hands, almost as if he’s trying to shoo him away. Briar rolls his eyes again, but says nothing. If the guy wanted to be rid of him, he could be the one to leave. Briar wasn’t going to be pushed around by him. He was acting less like he wanted to feed Briar to the chickens now, but Briar was still simmering quietly. He really hadn’t appreciated his stinging words, but they were familiar and not at all unexpected. Bo is as frustrating as ever. He crosses his arms, tapping his fingers against his hoodie sleeve, agitated. He falls into thought, momentarily distracted. He doesn’t want to be the first to walk away, doesn’t want it to seem like he’s running, but he doesn’t want to be left behind or something or dismissed, either. None of this should fucking matter. He huffs out a breath, irritated, and sends a scornful look at Bo. Clearly, this was all his fault.

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As soon as the first comment left Briar’s lips, Bo already snored. What did he know about what got the other one going? And it wasn’t that far off that he’d look at Bo, even though it wasn’t like he’d appreciate that kind of affection from this old friend. But before Bo could even answer that frivolity, Briar pushed out another comment. One that made Bo’s eyes widen for a second, before he burst out in laughter, his back shaking. “Dude”, he coughed. “what the fuck are you even saying.” Goddamnit, that boy was just ... awkward and weird, seriously, it was almost painful. Because of course Bo got what Briar meant and it weirded him out. Not that oral sex would weird him out but it being the subject of conversation between the two of them, that was worrisome. “Honestly, I would be careful with these kind of remarks, since most of these bastards around here are kids. And you want to be a good boy, don’t you? Didn’t think I’d have to be the one to tell you, but well. You can still get choked by the Sergeant’s dick if you’re so desperate”, he snored, a devious grin on his face.

And whilst he was shaming the other one for that comment, he almost gave up on the hope that Briar would just disappear or kind of go away by choice. His resentful looks were one indicator for him not wanting to be the one leaving, not the one giving up. And Bo took up with that challenge, since he didn’t want to be the losing party either.

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Old ‘friends’ -- Boris&Briar

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“Sounds about right,” Briar huffed and rolled his eyes, slow, as if he was totally bored with everything Boris was saying. He hadn’t changed much at all, from the words he said to the tone he spoke them in. All he seemed to care about now was making people miserable, just like he had back then. He had been a little bit curious why someone like Bo had come to be a counsellor. The apparent explanation fit. It just wasn’t the situation that seemed to.. well, fit him, as a person. He hated people, why would he take a job where you had to be around them? But coming to ‘return the favor’ and be a hardass and make everyone miserable… yeah, that sounded about right.

Being here again, exchanging venomous words with Bo was almost uncanny. A blast from the past, you could say, except instead of the kind of blast where you’re having fun it’s the kind of blast where you’re so fucking annoyed you can’t decide whether you want to kill yourself or everyone else. Clearly, this guy had gone from being a sad, angry little teenager to being a sad, angry little man. If he was less of an asshole Briar might feel sorry for him. But, as it is, all he feels is annoyance. Maybe a little bit of pity towards anyone that had to answer to that fool.

“If you’re already this nasty on the first day back, I look forward to seeing you deteriorate as actual shit starts happening. Maybe the counsellors cabin has some popcorn I can make for the show.” His tone is condescending and smug. Sooner or later Boris was going to fuck up, get his sorry ass in trouble. And when he did, Briar would be there to shove his miserable face in it. 

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It bugged Bo that Briar thought he’d fuck it up first. But he probably wasn’t that far off with his imagination, since Bo really had the tendencies to go overboard with everything he did. Some things he even regretted but most of them he just tried to forget, just like he has been keen to forget about his time in Brookside. Even though he might not show it in any way, he did change. At least internally. He was sober, he didn’t go around stealing and vandalizing anymore, but he still had quite the temper, especially when it came to people from his past.

Bo grunted after Briar spat out those condescending words, but a pretty fucked up grin spread across his lips. “So you’re also into voyeurism now, huh? Better not choke on that popcorn, would be so sad to watch you suffer”, he snored, waving a bit with his hands like he wished Briar would now just get out of the way. He really didn’t feel like digging into this any longer. His grudge wouldn’t disappear, but he was also calmer than at the beginning of this unfortunate conversation, not heaving and really trying to not jump into the other one’s face anymore, instead he seemed finally a little bit collected.

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      god, Poe needed a smoke again already. this guy was irritating. the sheer knowledge that he would have to continue working alongside him caused a frown to etch onto the corner of his lips, but Poe kept any commentary to himself for right now. the smell coming from the others cigarette causes him to fidget a bit, but it’s concealed by shifting in his chair again and scooting downwards, long legs spread out underneath the table haphazardly and without care. the other asked for his name, and for a moment Poe considered not bothering, but ended up ignoring the urge. ❝ It’s Poe. ❞ he gives the other a withering expression, but it wasn’t directed towards him – it was more so directed at the joke that he knew was going to be there. because it always was.

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Sadly, Bo hadn’t really thought any behavior of his through. He’d been sure that he’d kind of get along with most of the staff, except for Briar of course, since their hate for each other grew worse with every passing second, but it seemed like Briar wasn’t the only one Bo would have a problem with. Sure, he didn’t really know what was going on inside the head of the counsellor who was with him in the kitchen, but he definitely could read that blatant frown, thinking that this guy might be actually the worst. Well, but maybe he was wrong, maybe they’d get along just fine. At least if they didn’t like really talk to each other. Bo would’ve been fine with that, just now it was kind of a shitty situation. And he couldn’t help himself but sport a grim look on his own face. At least the guy told him his name, which obviously made Bo pull one of his eyebrows up. “Wait, like Poe? The writer? That’s sick man”, he grunted. Of course there could’ve been different associations happening but at least Edgar Allan Poe was the first one that came to his mind when hearing the other one’s name. Probably just because he was kind of obsessed with everything dark and shitty.

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Old ‘friends’ -- Boris&Briar

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An awful grin spread across Briar’s face and he holds his hands in the air, innocently. It seems as if things will be exactly the same as they always have been between the two of them. His eyes spark with something uncharacteristically dark. Well, the pair has always seemingly brought out the worst in each other. He couldn’t even place his finger on what had gotten them started hating each other back when they’d been the delinquent campers. He was sure it was Bo’s fault, though. Dude was just a dick. It would be a miracle if he had any friends, in Briar’s opinion. He almost feels bad, because he is kind of being the instigator in this situation, and that’s not really like him. But this fucker is just practically begging for it. 

For him, the mutually nasty interactions had been a way to pass the time, mostly, keep life interesting. That’s not to say that sometimes it evolved into something worse than that. He’d never admit it, but the fucker did manage to really get under his skin sometimes. But with someone like Bo, who was seemingly stuck with the title of Worlds Biggest Asshole, it was sort of impossible not to get pissed off at him, at least a little. Briar knew, however, that showing any sort of upset reaction would just give him satisfaction. So no matter what, continuing to act chill around him was the goal. “Aw, so sweet,” He says with a hand placed over his heart, tilting his head and pushing his lower lip out in a mocking pout. 

“My, my, Bory,” He tsked, tone remaining easygoing. He’s unable to stop himself from giving a small, amused laugh, satisfied at how upset the other seems to already be. “Still so hostile. Are you sure your unfortunate attitude isn’t just going to make things worse for the poor campers? We are supposed to be helping them, you know. Not ensuring they get sent off for a life sentence or two.” He snorts. Christ, imagine being locked in a cabin with that guy for a few months. He wants to grimace at the thought. Who could be faulted for committing murder at that point? 

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Of course that fucker grinned. It was exactly as if no time had passed since they’ve been campers in Brookside themselves - and not in a good way. Boris didn’t get along with anyone particularly well back then but the one who had bugged him the most just had to be the one he counselled with this year. Great. So great in fact, that he didn’t regret coming here, not at all. He had totally been looking forward to this, absolutely, since he was such a genuine carer for teenage idiots. (Rather not.) They haven’t even been here for twenty-four hours and he already felt taken aback, pissed off and mostly annoyed by every single human around here. Most of them just needed to breathe into his direction to make him doubt their abilities to make it through this year without getting either beaten, kicked out or after that heading to juvenile. But none of the campers did what Briar did, it was kind of ridiculous how on edge Bo already was. The urge to pull out a cigarette and sigh and leave it was almost maddening, but he didn’t plan on showing that idiot in front of him any weakness. He’d rather die right on the spot.

Bo pursed his lips and scratched his chin, shooting Briar another look of disgust. He wished he could just go off on that dude, wipe that awful nickname, that he obviously couldn’t stand (that was probably why Briar used it especially often), off of the blonds tongue. “Do I look like I care about making it easier for the fucking campers? They didn’t make it easy on us back then, I’m just here to return that favor”, he grunted. “But happy trying to help, idiot. I’m pretty sure your obvious selfhate will be like a fieldtrip for them.” Honestly, he was just waiting for Briars campers to realize what a great spoon of nothing he was and Bo would probably not even help him out of any bad situation. It would be much funnier to watch him struggle. Or better: to watch him finally go off, set something on fire or whatever he did for fun, just to be the kicked-out Counsellor, the one who’s own difficult past would show. Bo was very determined that he wouldn’t be that loser.

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Old ‘friends’ -- Boris&Briar

Look, Briar considers himself a decent human being. A nice person, for the most part, someone that’s fairly easy to get along with.  He’s not the sort to go around picking fights- never has been, not even back when he’d been a camper. But some people… some people just have a talent for getting under your damn skin.

And Bo? He was one of those people.

So when Briar had discovered they were now going to be working together, a little part of him might have shriveled up and died. Life had a funny way of making everything difficult, it seemed. Out of everyone he’d met here, Bo had to be the one he was least expecting to ever see again.

“Thought I was rid of you, Bory,” Briar teased, voice wry. He drapes an arm over the other counsellors shoulder and gives him a resigned look.  And though he’s joking, the words are true- when he’d left the camp, he’d thought that would be the last he’d ever see of that little jackass (and, alright, he only had one inch on the guy so maybe he didn’t have much business calling him little, but it was an inch he would never let him forget). There had been no tears shed at their parting. Not from him, anyway. 

“Miss me?” He asked dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm. Hell, Bo had probably missed Sergeant Voss more than he had Briar. But give him a little credit, here- he was trying to start off on a friendly note. Kind of. Okay, fine, it was barely even an effort, but it had to count for something. People changed, right? Maybe now that they were older and more mature they could… get along. Or at least hate each other less or something. Find each other more tolerable. He wasn’t quite sure how to connect Bo of all people with the word ‘tolerable’, but Briar considered himself to be an… optimist.

@wtfboris 

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Boris didn’t consider Briar a decent human being. Actually, he pretty much hated the guy. He couldn’t even remember what exactly kicked off the hate, it was way too long ago, back when they were both just wayward kids and campers who got into trouble as soon as someone turned their head. So no, back then Bo couldn’t name one thing that he liked about this guy and he didn’t really believe that it would be any different, now that they were both back as counsellors. It’s been quite the shock when he found out, some kind of not-you-again-moment arose and now Bo was just determined that he wouldn’t have to deal with the other one as much as he feared.

As a matter of fact, he even had planned to just not say anything to the blond, not even one fucking word. He’d just ignore him and get on with his life. But as soon as he saw Briar, it became evident that the not-even-that-much-taller-sicko (yeah yeah) probably just wouldn’t let Bo slip through. Maybe he remembered that Bo always took the piss out of him, that he humiliated everyone as much as possible, just for the fun of it, especially targeting the skinny arsenist in the group.

He flinched when he felt the other one’s arm on his shoulder. “Get the fuck off me”, he grunted miserably, pulling away and shooting the other counsellor a nasty look. “Yeah, I missed you just as much as Britain misses the plague.” He did get the sarcasm but still a tiny part of him just thought that Briar might enjoy this much more than Bo, who felt extremely uncomfortable, him already being on edge. “Look. Just don’t fucking talk to me, alright?”, he spat out, taking two steps away from what he thought to be the most awful, spoilt brat he’s ever had to deal with. And the sad thing was, that Bo knew that it was almost impossible to get Briar lose his cool. In fact, the cooler that idiot tried to be, the more it aggravated Bo and let a side of him come out that he had thought to be long gone. Like, he should’ve outgrown that, but obviously he hasn’t. He also didn’t want to get sucked into teasing until Bo lost it because there was just something about Briar that drove him nuts. And even after all this time, he couldn’t put a finger on it.

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      Poe gave the other an expression – something indescribable and only something that could pertain to him alone. it was the ever so popular ‘Poe Look’ – and part of him felt a little miffed at the other acting as if he didn’t believe him. no part of Poe had any reason to lie about the parking lot that the woman at the front desk of the AC told him about – he had straight up asked her about where he go could to smoke. she had seemed to hesitate at first, but after a few seconds seemed to damn whatever voices were telling her not to tell him. ❝ Yes. A staff member did… because we are also staff members. ❞ this time he rolled his eyes. a test? really? scoffing, Poe reached into his pocket and tossed the small electric blue lighter he had towards the other. why there was something he had to prove; he didn’t know nor care to understand. it was none of his concerns if the other wanted to smoke here. hell, he had just done it himself. ❝ Go crazy. ❞ his voice drawled out, laced in heavy sarcasm as he gave the other a snarky little grin.

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That look on the other one’s face was pretty hilarious and provoked a weird grin on Bo’s face. Even though he had the feeling that he wouldn’t at all get along with this individual, at least not if he gave that look out like old women gave away candy, he had to admit that this was kind of funny. And that even though it bugged Bo that the other one seemed to have the need to act superior. Fucking asshole, he said to himself, still grinning and doing his best to act what he thought was pretty friendly. “Oh really, almost forgot”, he snored. Still, the guy didn’t seem to go for the test, rolled his eyes and just threw him the lighter that Bo lightheartedly fetched and used to light his cigarette. His shoulders dropped a bit as soon as the smoke reached his lungs, a slight welcomed burn in his chest. “So what are you called? Counsellor ...?”, he asked, his cigarette stuck between his lips, once again grabbing his put aside bowl of cornflakes, shooting a short glance at the other one.

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      the other’s accusations on what he thought Poe might be like cause the quirked brow on his forehead only to raise and crease even more. they both hadn’t even officially met each other yet – he just remembered the other from the conference they had before coming into the camp. those assumptions were a little ridiculous. ❝ Rules are rules. Following them doesn’t make you a sucker… especially if you’re a counsellor. I’ve got enough common sense to not cross too many lines here. ❞ it just so happened though that smoking was an exception —- for his own sanity. shrugging his shoulders, Poe shifted in the chair he had been sitting in for awhile now, avoiding the campers outside, and dropped his focus onto the pamphlet he had been reading over regarding rules. ❝ A staff member mentioned a small parking lot a little past the AC that a lot of them use to smoke at. None of the campers are allowed there since it’s technically off campus. So… there is that. ❞ Poe didn’t bother to mention that he had already smoked a few cigarettes behind the building they were in right now – the back of it facing away from anyone’s view and concealed nicely. all he had to do was squat behind the giant dumpster and he was golden.

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To be fair: Bo just went with what he first thought about people even though there wasn’t any truth to a lot of it, it was just what he imagined people to be like. It was his conceited way of seeing the world and acting like it was supposed to be like he thought of it, completely ignoring that different people had different opinions and ways of seeing the world. So to find out that his first impression seemed to be wrong or at least not really true, was kind of a shock. But as soon as the other one started rambling about rules, Bo was pretty sure, that the stern voice and his cold exterior were just what he had thought it to be, so he relaxed. He could deal with know-it-alls, he could deal with them all day. “Common sense, that’s a nice way of saying it”, he snored. If he bent the rules to his liking, he probably needed that kind of reassurance from his ego. “So, a staff member just happened to mention that to you, hmhm.” He scratched his neck with his fingers before checking if he still got his cigs on him. He pulled one out and put it between his lips. “That seems pretty damn far away. So you like to bend the rules, let’s test that. You got a lighter?” Bo owned his own lighter but he just wanted to see how far that other counsellor would really go, even though it was risky. But in the end ... it was just a cigarette. No harm done by smoking it, as long as the fucking campers didn’t see it, right?

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[VOICEMAIL] I know I know I know I said I wouldn’t call. But God, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. My friends kept saying you’d come around, that you’d calm down and you’d come back and tell me you’re still here and everything’s fine but you never did. I spend everyday wondering what I could have said to make it last longer. I spend nights not sleeping because I keep thinking of the reality I’m living in: you aren’t here. You’re gone. You hate me. I messed up. I’m sorry. My counselor said you’d come around and that you’d accept my countless apologies and things would be ok again, but you aren’t here. And I’m still waiting day and night for that notification. For your name to appear on my screen. But it won’t. It won’t. So ok, I’ll let you go. This is me letting go. [END OF VOICEMAIL]

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      ignoring one of the campers would of been easy for Poe to get away with – ignoring a fellow counsellor? there was a ting of guilt somewhere in his chest that told him that cutting off everybody would be fucking dumb to do, and figuring that his gut was never wrong, Poe didn’t find it much of a task to simply interact with the other. especially when said other had been staring at him the past few minutes while shoveling cereal into his mouth. own mouth pursing, Poe was about to speak up and ask him what the hell he was staring at him like that for – but the other spoke first. brow quirking at the comment, a small smirk found its way to the corner of his mouth before his shoulders shrugged. ❝ Smoke-free zone doesn’t necessarily mean no smoke allowed on the whole campus. ❞ tone matter-of-factly, Poe didn’t bother pulling out his own pack of cigarettes stuffed away in a pocket of his pants just yet, not one to happily share with just anyone. ❝ You just have to know where to go. ❞

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That was the tough thing about this job: you kind of had to interact with each other. Not only with the goddamn campers who were so rotten that they’d probably jump at the chance to make their counsellor look bad, but also with the other forsaken souls who came here as counsellors to act superior and shit. Bo didn’t even know why he himself was here, really, let alone why some of the others wanted this job. When he first laid eyes on that dark haired guy who was now inside the kitchen with him, he was pretty sure that he was some kind of grudgy dude with a helping-complex or whatever that shit was called. Basically someone he wouldn’t get along with. But instead, that guy pulled out his cigarettes and a grin perked onto Bo’s lips. “No shit. Where would that be?”, he coughed, pushing aside his bowl. He didn’t need to ask the other councellor for cigarettes, since he had enough on himself, but still it wasn’t allowed to smoke on the premises and even though Bo didn’t really care much about rules, he was kind of worried fucking it up on his first day. He really needed the money, he really needed the job, it was not like he had anything waiting for him out there. Not anymore at least. “I kinda thought you were that obedient little thing, a sucker for rules, but maybe I was wrong”, he murmured. Even though little should probably not be used for that guy, since Bo was way shorter than him. Well, what he lacked in height, he made up for in confidence.

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Boris had always wondered what it looked like in the counsellors lounge but when he was a camper here, he hasn’t been able to find out. So now he felt a little giddy, that he would. Not that it would show, he just smirked a bit before setting himself off to the kitchen area. The campers were settled in and Bo should probably be out there, but he took some time to fill a bowl with cornflakes and drown them in milk, eating standing up. The one other counsellor who was here right now as well, had to endure Bo staring at him. “I can’t believe this is also a smoke-free zone”, he grunted, being badly at smalltalk and all. Plus: He didn’t really care for a hey-how-are-you-talkytalk that just went nowhere.

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       the interest doesn’t disappear from his face but instead he quirks a brow, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “ i look excellent in pink, actually. the fuck you have against the color pink? and i don’t think it’s appropriate to be calling campers pet names, especially so soon. i mean, didn’t you read the rules? it’s a good thing i’m in this hideous yellow shirt or the temptation alone might’ve cost you a paycheck. ” 

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Bo tried to imagine that boy in a pink jumpsuit and almost smiled because it looked pretty ridiculous. But he wasn’t new to this shithole and he also wasn’t new to having to deal with wayward kids, so he managed easily to keep a straight face, looking that boy up and down. “I could think of a thousand petnames you would like less”, he snored. Didn’t you read the rules? Well, actually, yes he did. He had to. He almost fell asleep reading those snory limitations. But he also knew them from the other perspective, not that he would admit that. “I couldn’t care less about anyone here killing themselves.” Now Bo really smiled, but it was a silent, devious one. “Just hope to god you’re not in my bunk, or else you’re off to a rough start already”, he finished calmly.

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      “ naturally, i look good in everything. but yellow, really? i’m already questioning the judgment of whoever runs this place. there are plenty of other easily-identifiable options. ” with a wrinkled nose, dark eyes hover over the fabric in his hands. it’s mock disdain, though, some sort of deflection because the amusement hangs heavy in his features. he snorts. “ i appreciate the lack of drawstrings, though. safety first and all that, since it’s clear this place is already on the road to being fucking suicide-inducing. ”

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The more that boy talked, the more urgently Bo’s wish got, to finally get out of here and smoke a cigarette. But to be honest, they just arrived and endured that terrible speach of Sergeant Voss and now he just got blabbered by this kid that seemed to have a lot on his mind. “What color would suit you better, sunshine? Fucking pink?”, he spat out before grabbing one of the dark shirts and hoodies, those that were meant to be for the counsellors, from the table. He then shot the other one an ironic look. “If you think about killing yourself already, you don’t know what you’re in for.”

[wtfboris-blog]

Hey guys, soooo, where to begin. My name is Juls, I prefer the pronouns she/her but answer generally to anything, even to my muse’s name, so yeah, feel free. I’m 23 years old, live in germany and kind of live a bohemian life. I’ve done several RPs in my native language, but not many english ones on tumblr whatsoever, still I’m managing and having a lot of fun with it. (But if I ask stupid questions, bear with me please.)

Now, let’s get to Bo, he’s much more interesting than me. He’s known as Counsellor Bo around here, 24 years old and has been a fuck-up himself. His drugrelated past is a nicely kept secret by him. He’s been sober for two years and because of money reasons he took the job as a counsellor. He’s been in the camp himself when he was a teenager, so he’s not at all thrilled to be back. No wonder he’s pretty much wearing a growl 24/7 on his face, making snarky comments and giving people hell. He can be pretty charming though if he tries and he uses that do his advantage. Also he’s calm most of the time, being reasonable which also got him his job. If you fuck up epically though, you wouldn’t want to be near him, because he gets pretty intense.

So, yes, I guess I’ll figure the rest out in a few. I also got a bio and a connections page for all you plotters out there. If you would like to find something good to post, you can always hit me up. I’m pretty much always within reach, so just shoot me a message. :3 I’m really excited for this. ♥