Raid Coleman

The young woman had finished unpacking after a few minutes, just shoving her clothing into drawrs of the dresser. Forest took the slightly bigger bed. Well- at least it looked bigger. She hoped her roommate was at least cool. Blowing some hair out of her face, she thought for a moment as she looked around the room, setting her empty bags on the bed now, to claim it as hers. "Do I have to wait?" she asked herself before pulling her hair back into a messy bun and heading back outside, heading toward the stables, this place was big, but everything was pretty much near each other. Walking outside, she noticed three students but really didn't pay much mind to them. The young womans main interest was the horses. She smiled as she rounded the corner into the large, beautiful stable. The smell of manure, and the sweet smell of sweet feed hitting her nose as she waltzed in, her hands behind her back. It wasn't long before she looked into one of the stalls and noticed an all black arabian with a white blaze going down it's face. She smirked and looked around for a name, unable to find one. Exhaling slightly, Forest frowned. "Too bad they don't put your guys names up.." she mumbled before looking around before hearing a shrill whinny coming from outside.

Going out the side entrance of the barn, the female noticed an all black thoroughbred with white specks all over its body and white socks on its feet. "Wow.." she mumbled with a gleeful smile. It was the only time Forest smiled was when she was around horses. "If I could live out here.. This may not be too bad.." she giggled slightly. Forest then noticed the horse had stopped and looked over at her. Forest looked back and smiled at the horse before climbing into the fence. Forest slowly walked toward the horse, her hands at her sides. "You seem like a trouble maker.. Huh?" she asked softly, as if the horse would answer. The horse soon stopped pawing and looked back at the girl, watching as she got closer. "Easy girl.. I'm not gonna hurt ya." Forest mentioned toward the mare. Forest soon held her hand out flat for the horse, not going any farther. She wanted the horses trust, but she coudn't do that if she scared the thing at first. The mares ears flicked about as she lowered her head before lifting it quickly and snorting. "It's okay.." Forest whispered, hoping the horse would let her pet it. The mare soon took a weary step towards the young woman, placing its nose gently to the young womans hand. Forest laughed a little and the mare recoiled, whinnying, she reared up again. Forest was confused before she realized there was someone behind her calling for her. "Miss! You aren't supposed to be in there!" Sighing, Forest exited the pen and looked at the person, who was without a doubt one of the instructors. At least she looked like one.

"Good, thank you."

Forest watched as the instructor walked away and smirked. She looked around for the mare but with the large pasture, the mare was sure not to come back anytime soon. So, with that, Forest just sighed and headed back to the dorm building.

Camryn

Raid Coleman

George Astor

Deliquent/Student || Male || 16 || Mentions: Rouge, Klotho & Joaquin (Dir), Open.

George was grumbling under his breath, from his seat on the front passengers' side - beside his mother in their old pickup truck. He was glaring out the window, his breath caught in his throat with anticipation as the trees flashed by. It had taken a while to get the old vehicle going this morning, as if it could detect his nerves and was determined to make the whole ordeal worse. He had been imagining: if he was somehow late, and they ran out of horses, would he just get kicked off the program? That would be embarrassing. All the other kids would sit back to watch and laugh as they drove away in the farm's truck.

Just to add to that feeling, George could still smell the earthy wool of their ewes though it had been several days since his mother had sold the few. No doubt most of these kids would be rich. The kind of people who bought their way into and out of anything, and laughed at people like him and his mum. Simply for having to make a living. Simply for the smell of farm animals... Agh, perhaps he was judging these figurative people a little too quickly. He glanced across at his mum, her hands holding the steering wheel tightly and her posture rigid. So she wasn't happy about this either, that was good to know. That made two of them.

So, today wasn't starting off well. And they hadn't even reached the camp yet. Plus the sky had been miserably drizzling rain whilst he was out early, feeding the sheep. Surely that would have washed out the smell of woolen animals? Apparently not, because he could still smell it strongly, ingrained into his truck and his clothes despite the fact he had only got home recently. Certainly not long enough for it to have spread to everything he was wearing.

Maybe it was more of a nostalgic smell, like when he used to walk into the kitchen as a kid and taste his dad's favourite pasta sauces cooking.

Smells that weren't really there.

So, now he was miserable, and his hair was wet and getting wilder by the second, despite one hand's futile attempts for a last minute tame. Still, it was nice to be home. As little as that lasted. And he was overjoyed to see his mum again, despite their few arguments over the past few days. Honestly, he wished he hadn't picked those fights with her at all, but for several years now he hadn't felt quite in control of his actions. Everything sort of spiralled until he said things he regretted.

This horse camp was supposed to help with this. That's what the packet thing said.

He had his stuffed backpack resting on his knees, a overflowing pillow for the worn out collie dog sitting by his feet and resting her head on his lap. Feeling her short fur beneath his fingers calmed him for a moment, and he exhaled heavily, causing his mother to snap out of her trance.

"Mmm? Georgie, you doin' okay hun?"

A moment of silence, then he forced himself to nod, with an exhausted smile.

"Think positive thoughts kid. You get to spend a whole summer with a horse of your own."

The smile got a little wider then faltered.

George's mum frowned slightly, then her tired face took on a mischievous grin.

"Make sure to behave George."

George rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop a similar grin from escaping onto his face. This was their little inside joke - what had started out as a calm parental goodbye back when he was little and getting up to innocent mischief, then turned into a worried motherly gesture at the beginning of when it all went wrong, then into the joke. George made the mental note to try his best at this 'behaving,' though he wouldn't admit it out loud. He wanted to make her proud of him again, even if it was just for getting through the summer without getting in trouble.

If avoiding trouble could ever be possible for a kid like him.

They kept the goodbye quick, a tight hug squeeze across the front seats, a light pet to the collie's head and then George was out of the truck walking semi-confidently towords the check in desk. His medium sized backpack was slung over one shoulder, with all the things he needed or cared about enough to not leave at home. Bulky, slightly damaged and nearly bursting at the seams in some areas, but holding it's contents well enough. It has better, with the few items other than clothing holding a higher worth to George than anything else he could imagine.

He glanced across those assembled by the desk, awkwardly standing a few meters away. Half wanting to slide past them and just get to his dorm or horse or whatever would make this thing worth it - the other half wanting to keep far far away from anyone else or to straight up leave. He could get pretty far if he was smart about it, but he didn't want to risk upsetting his mum, or wasting her time. These people the ,they were all so well dressed. Particularly that guy - sorry was that his car?

George knew it. The place was crawling with rich people.

Now he wanted to melt into his slightly dirty grey hoodie and jeans, through his worn boots, so he could sink down, down, down into the floor. No way would be end up getting along with these people. They wouldn't understand him in the slightest, and he certainly wouldn't get their point of view on anything.

No. Again, maybe he was judging a bit too fast. Perhaps an introduction would work. He could judge from there. A little more fairly at least.

Clearing his throat softly, George approached the group of teens coversing right by the desk and flashed a cautious smile. "Hey, did you guys got thrown in here against your will too?"

Raid Coleman

Rouge kept to herself, her eyes surveying her nails, debating what color she should paint them next. She was humming to California Girls, a song that shouldn't even enter her young ears. Well, with the friends that she had, it was bound for her to stumble across appalling songs. Hey, everything was better than listening to opera or classical music all day. She pulled her designer leather jacket tighter around her body as a gust of wind blew dust on it. "Not today. I'll be damned if I dirty my favorite jacket on the first day." Rouge glared accusingly at the dirt ground, wondering if it was possible to sweep the outside.

That was until she heard a familiar voice calling out to her. A devious grin formulated on her lips, tilting her head in the other girl's direction. "My, my. Klotho, is that you?" She lowered her head down, peeking above the rim of her sunglasses. Her eyes inspected the other girl that approached her, her smile never faltering. "Or should I address you as Lady Klotho Marika Sauvage Fawzi?" Man. She would never get used to saying such a long name. Rouge enjoys jesting the other's name as it seems she's from a line of nobility. Klotho's full name was tongue twister, for sure, yet Rouge has gotten better at saying it. Somewhat.

"Dragged I was against my very will. Imprisoned in such a place full of dirty people and horses." A playful smirk appears, "At last, my eye has been blessed with something so rich and stunning. Indeed, I'm certainly pleased to see you here, my ever-exquisite lady." Her tone was full of mock formality, offering a half bow. She wasn't trying to offend her fellow teenager, only trying to bolster their sullied mood. Being a child of wealthy and reputable people made her behavior differ from lesser teens. It's required to address them accordingly. Bow or curtsy with utter perfection. Awe-inspiring talents and excellent grades to try to outshine the other wealthy kids. Ugh, not to mention befriending a bunch of two-faced, backtalking scoundrels. Never in her life has Rouge encountered so many snakes in her lifetime.

When Klotho brings up an escape plan, Rouge laughs, "My master escape plan? Whatever are you talking about?" She offers her a wink, "I would tell you, but a master must never reveal her secrets." Rouge stands up from her sitting position, standing in front of the other, then points to her head. "I handle the thinking," then wavered her hand in Klotho's direction, "while you focus on that silver tongue of yours."

It seems that someone else has joined their banter, as a young. . .person has decided to drag himself in. Rouge offers a cheeky grin, "My. I would've worn makeup if I knew I would be this popular. Good to see you too, my lord." She was jesting, pushing a strand of red hair behind her shoulder. "Funnily, I was conversing to my little friend here on the little prison that our precious," she strained her voice on that word, "relatives have dragged us into. As for the living arrangements, I'm sure it'll be abhorrent. If you're going into town, do smuggle me in the back, yes?"

When he mentioned them signing in, Rouge motioned her head into a no, "Mother always taught me never to sign contracts that I disagree with. I'm debating if I should walk approximately 60 miles home or hotwire a tractor. Although walking is most preferred, you'll never see me using such a vehicle." Her eyebrows rosed on her forehead, a shimmer in her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. "Speaking of metal machines that I wish could transport me away from this place. . .thanks. It's a hummer. Nice pastel blue. It adds a bit of color to this place." Noticing him checking his phone for a single, she sighs, "Service doesn't work here. Tragic. I know." She dramatically sighs, "Our phones would be useful as decoration until summer is over."

She was about to continue until another person joined the fray! Damn, she was attracting attention from left to right. Rouge felt a sense of pride wash over her, eager that she was pulling in many such people. Indeed, she's a work of art in looks and social skills. She thoroughly observes the other's attire, thinning her lips a bit, "Damn. They dragged you here. . .literally." She lowered her brows into a frown, "Want some spare clothes or something? Your clothing would come apart with a single pull of a thread." Rouge places both hands on her lips, pulling her sunglasses over her head to expose her eyes. "I do love makeovers. I can change you from typical country folk to esteemed celebrity country singer." Her eyes gleam with excitement, going over to the newcomer and circles him-thinking about what clothing would suit him more. "What do you think would work on him? Desperado or Lawbringer?" Picturing him in red and black attire before shifting to white and blue. "He radiates Lawbringer to me."