Summer Rp ♥ discussion

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Rookie whistled as she merrily skipped into the registration, Nero at her side.

Damon jogged into the registration office, backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel in his hand.

A woman at the front desk looked up. "No, sorry. No dogs allowed."

"This campground doesn't allow pets, miss."

((I'll let him in don't worry.))

The woman leaned forwards. "I'm not allowed to, but when you get caught I had nothing to do with this," she said, letting the woman pass.

"Okay, lets see," she said and pulled out some papers. "Cabin or tent?"

"Okay. I have . . . cabin number 9 open," she lady said, going through papers.

The lady nodded and went into the back room.

Garrett arrived with all of his things and Elmo, ready to check in and relax for a few days, no interruptions.

Emma ran up to the registration centre and saw Garrett. She smiled brightly. "Garrett!!! Hey!!!" She called

Garrett jumped and turned. "Oh. Hey," he said hesitantly.

Emma smiled. "Um, you forgot your shirt at the beach." She said with a bright smile

Garrett began to nod, understanding. "Oh. Thanks," he said, forcing a smile.

Emma's smile went away. "What's wrong?" She asked

"I just have to make a few phone calls still," Garrett sighed, not expecting to see Emma so soon. When he was assigned to his cabin, he walked out to it to settle in.

((Wait did he leave?))

((Yeah...))

((So does Emma follow or leave?))

((Idk))

((I think she'll leave, and then maybe they can meet up again later? Maybe Garrett can go back to her or something?))

((I don't know, but I have to go shower.))

((Okay, Emma will go back to the beach for now.))

Emma sighed and walked back to the beach, wanting to be alone

Emma and Amber walked up to the registration. "Two for cabin 7 please?" She asked, then turned to Amber. "Is number 7 okay?" She asked

Amber nodded. "Yeah, sounds good to me!"

"Perfect." Emma said. Once they were registered, they walked in to the cabins.

((Continue at campsite 7?))

((Yeppers))

Amber walked with her, smiling slightly.

Reese walked in wearing her bad ass leather jacket even though it was 90 something degrees out and a pair of ripped shorts. Under her jacket she wore her faded Beatles t-shirt and on her eyes a pair of sunglasses. She walked in cooly and came up to the registration desk. "Yeah I'd like to register." She said, removing her glasses from her eyes and putting them on the top of her head. She signed herself up and had the person call her mom to make sure it was ok then gave her the key to a Cabin. "Thanks." She said, taking the key and walking back off to the parking lot. She grabbed a suitcase from the back of her green jeep and headed off to the cabins.

Bluebella gazed out of the window, resting her left cheek on her left hand. the taxi driver had said that they were nearly there but it has been about 8mins and they still were not. finally she saw the entrance to the registeration office. she thanked the driver and paid him for his service. "more like payed him for his bad service" thought Blue. she climbed out of the taxi and opened the carboot. she started tugging out her heavy luggage, hoping the driver will help her but he sat still impatiently waiting and muttering to himself "ah, for gods sake! why wont she hurry up? i deserve more." Blue finally dragged it out. she slammed the carboot shut and walked into the office.
"hey!" she said to the receptionist,"please may i have a place with other people to share?"

((That is not her camping works. You make reservations ahead of time, you don't just pop in on people randomly.))

(oh im confused. so what do i do?)

((You would already have a reservation, and you give your name and the lady gives you papers to put in the stick at the front of the site saying when you got here and when you're leaving.

((okay))

"excuse me...ma'am...may i register please?" asked Blue sweetly.

"Don't you already have a registration?" the woman replied.

((oh so thats what you mean))

"sorry...yes, yes i do. a registration for camp 7 please." she replied after rumiging through her luggage to find her filled in form.

((No, you don't. There are two people already staying there.))

((oh ok))


"sorry, i mean camp 9"

((That one is taken as well...))

"10?"

"Ahh yes. Here are your papers, enjoy your stay," the lady said.

"Thank you Miss" she says gratefully and makes her way to her cabin.

Vanessa appeared in the doorway with about eight gem studded bags. She was talking to the receptionist about a singing campfire gig. Her hair was tossed into a carefully done ponytail, and her clothes were not suited for camping at all. She sported designer fashions, but she, of course, thought they were appropriate because they were camouflage print.

((Lol okay I guess we're doing this.))

Dan followed after her, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, carrying an old green duffel bag. He walked up to join her at the receptionist desk. The lady stood up and glared at them.
"What do you want?" she asked crankily.
"Uh, we have a reservation for cabin 11," Dan said, somewhat afraid of her.
"Name."
"Daniel Harris and Vanessa (her last name I forget)."
"Here. Enjoy."
"Thanks," Dan said and grabbed the key and papers before picking up his bag. "Need help?" he offered to Vanessa.