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"Hey." She mumbles to the newcomer, setting down her bright blue headphones, sketch pad and pencil.
"I'm Amy. Damn parents forced me to come here." She rumages through her backpack and offers the girl a cigarette and a light. "This will make this whole thing less painful trust me."

"Dude you're like my twin." I laugh a little and take the cigarette, lighting it quickly and giving the lighter back to you. "I left mine at home, and my parents forced me too. Seems like you like sketching too." I lean against the tree, pointing to your sketchbook. "My names Claire by the way." I put my hand out to shake yours.

“Well we should head inside...” she said to allec, she got up and started to head inside, when she saw two campers smoking, she grumbled and walked over to the two girls and took the cigarettes out of their mouths and threw them on the ground stomping them out. “Who’s are these?” She looked between the girls.

I bite my lip nervously. "I just found a pack with a lighter inside in the woods. Whats the big deal?" I ask. I elbow Amy, "You can bunk with me by the way, I don't have anyone in my cabin."

She raised a eyebrow, “so give me the pack and lighter, there is no smoking on camp grounds besides y’all are too young to smoke anyways...” she held out her hand for them to place the stuff in.

I groan and hand you the pack and a different lighter. "I don't know how old she is.. but I'm 18. It's fine." I say.

She put the pack and liter in her back pocket, “still this stuff messes up your lungs..” she stretched her arms up, “alright you to get to your cabin...it’s lights out now..” she turned and walked towards the counselors cabin, “and don’t let me catch you girls doing this again..”

I shrug and go to my cabin, leaving the door open for Amy. I get out a towel, the few cigarettes I took out ahead of time, my other lighter, and my perfume. I put it in a set under my bed and wait for Amy.

Allec saw the commotion with two girls Jess has lecture them. He just sigh and follow her back to the cabin. " Say who is that new camper?"

She curses under her breath once the cigarette are taken away. Having found a new friend she gladly accepts the cabin offer and takes her stuff inside, reluctantly settling into her new bunk bed. Instead of settling in she remains up for hours, sketching obscene drawings on her sketch pad

(Sorry it took so long to write back
. Time zones are a killer!)

"Been under this damn regieme for a while have you?" She looks to Claire with a amused from plastered across her red-painted lips. She rumages through her bag and takes out a small make up kit, along with two tiny brushes, a duster and black cloth. She opens up a small hand held mirror and sits on the end of the lower bunk, experimenting with her make up pallet which mostly consists of multiple pale shades and black.

She turns up the music on her phone to a reasonable level and sets it on the dresser. "Parents sent me here because they thought it might get the devil outta me." She laughs and shakes her head. "Creativity is apparently the work of evil. Better not be the case around here."

"I sketch when I'm alone, which is pretty much all the time unless we gotta go do something. My parents just didn't want to deal with me to be honest though." I shrug. "The only activities hear involve like lakes and rivers and forest. Which sitting in a tall tree by yourself, is actually fun." I laugh a little. "And oh-" I say as I cut myself off, showing Amy my perfume, cigarettes, lighter, and towel. "We can smoke into the towel, and spray this when we're done." I say as I lock the door and close the only curtain.

"Sounds like a plan!" She smiles awkwardly in the mirror, still focusing on her make up. "We'll get through this if we keep at it." She grins sheepishly and passes a pack of cherry gum over to her new friend. She then turns up her music a few more notches. "You'll have to show me those drawings sometime."

"I will, I just gotta finish my latest one." I say as I take a cigarette, lighting it, then handing the lighter and a cigarette to you. I sit down next to you. I blow a smoke into the towel, and then pop some gum into my mouth. I hand the pack back to you. "I haven't even eaten anything here because I'm always busy or not knowing when lunch and stuff is." I shrug.

"Need to get a big, fat and greesy burger down you or you'll waste away." She says as she lights a cigarette up and blows the smoke coldly into the mirror, staring into it as her reflection creeps back into view. She applies a thick layer of black eyeliner and flicks off the ends with a stylish curl, repeating this same technique underneath her eyes only adding a little more eyeshadow. "I'll do my best to stay on everyone's good side. No promises though." She unfolds a denim cowboy jacket from her backpack and lays out her t-shirts on the floor in front of the bed. They were all band t-shirts of course. A majority of which cone from the norweigan black metal scene.

"I get most of my inspiration from that stuff to be honest with you. There's an eerie perfection in nature. You notice it more when you lay amongst the greenery on your own."
She shrugs her shoulders and rumages through her bag, taking out the remaining trinkets that remain. "My parents are the religious types. They trashed my guitar because they thought god would smite me for playing. Same with my Mic. Wonder if they have any instruments here..." a miscevious from formed across her lips and she decided to slump back into the floor with the cigarette still lit and between her lips. "Going to get some shit eye." (Work time!)

I look at your shirts, "What bands do you like?" I ask curiously as I continue smoking. "And I just don't eat often, my rib cage is very noticeable. Also, you wear makeup?" I say since I've never really bought make up ever or anything.

"I'll show you how it's done later. Plenty of good music you are missing out on." She flicks the cigarette casualty into the nearest bin and it hisses loudly as it smoulders into nothingness. "Take a look at my mp3 if you want." She hands over her headphones along with the mp3 attached. Bands like Mayhem, Behemoth, Marduk populated get playlist. A pleasant array of darkly themed screaming and blasts beats paved the way to a chaotic ride of adrenaline and macabre poetry. Claire may also notice that the tattoo across the upper part of her chest is the Mayhem logo

(Defo off to work now. Will carry on later)

(kk)