Camp Super *Advanced* discussion

Simple room with some couches and flat screen, and a bookshelf as one of the walls. Kind of like a common room where everyone can hang out together in their cabin. Its the ONLY Co-ed part of Cabin 4. Keep it that way.

Des rolled his eyes at her smirk. "Yeah, ha-ha, make fun of the new guy." Despite his words, he was smiling slightly. His black eyes took in the room that seemed to be going for casual, but the flat screen T.V kinda killed the look. He swallowed, running his fingers through his spiky hair again. "Fancy." He wasn't going to push for details if she didn't want to give them. "Thanks. You didn't have to do that." His gaze flicked to her for a second before looking away. It'd been a long time since he'd seen his face without at least one angry bruise marring the skin. The picture would probably be a little scary- he'd grown accustom to it. Which probably said a lot more about the situation he'd been then words ever could.

He started walking around the room, idling taking it in. "King created those "unoriginal" plots. Did you know he gets the ideas for his books from dreams? Even unconscious, the guy has more skill then us mere un-creatives." Des made a face at her. "If you don't like his writing, what's left to like, Miss Intellect?" He shivered a little- major water storms had always freaked him out a little. "No, and I really don't blame on it, thanks."

Parker decided not to comment on the healing part of what he said. It was sort of her job as a counselor. She almost asked him about his home life...but didn't. She figured if he had wanted to tell he would have. But she sort of felt the obligation to make things okay. "What ever. You can say what you want about 'king' but your not going to change my mind. There are many better novella's and other fiction books. It sounds like you need a trip to the library."

Des's dark gaze continued to take in the room, still looking slightly awed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Hell, it's what his mom had wanted, too. He could at least try and like the place. For her sake. And the flat screen didn't hurt matters either. A laugh rumbled from his throat. "King. As in, Stephen King. Have you ever read one of his books with an open mind? It might change your perspective a little bit." Damn. He was actually having a normal, descent conversation. Look at the newbie go. "And you, my friend, need realize good literature when you read it." And there went the decency. If he wasn't careful, he was gonna end up with something sharp in his back like the other guy. Or drowned by a Tsunami.

"No, no. Not friends." she interjected. Parker and most of the other counselors were key on this. They didn't socialize with other campers, unless it was completely necessary. Let alone make friends. "I don't have the time or the patience." she added, rolling her eyes. Stephen King. If that was the best author he could think of...ugh. He needed to be enlightened. "Maybe I'll drop some reading material in your room if I get the chance. Because you are at a seriously loss."

Des's eyes looked over at her and he ran his fingers through his hair yet again. "Right." He turned his head and glanced down the hallway toward the numerous closed doors. His fingers itched for a cigarette, his stress reliever. "Just point me in the direction of my room and I'm no longer your problem." Kind of like what his mom had done. Yeah, the burn of a cigarette is really starting to sound good. His eyes flickered over to her and he gave a sharp nod about the books, but otherwise didn't really respond.

Parker's eyes narrowed towards him, but she lifted her hand-pointing in the direction of his room. He seemed to take the no friend thing in offense. To bad, he might have been fun to talk to when she couldn't sleep. He made it sound like she didn't want anything to do with him. What ever...let him think what he wanted. It was better that way.

Des nodded and started off down the hall toward where Parker had pointed to. He remembered never being able to say goodbye to the man who was half the reason he was alive. Nor was his mom home when he got up to go to the bus to come to the camp. Pausing mid-step, he turned back around without really thinking. Stopping right where the hall meet the main room with the shadows dancing over him, he gave a lazy smirk. "Thanks, Counselor." He gave her a mock salute. Then he turned back on the heel of his Osiris shoes and started walking back to his dorm again.

Parker rolled his eyes at his smirk, but it wasn't very threatening since she was grinning herself. She walked out of the dorm heading in no particular direction, just getting away from her cabin. She didn't want to think about all the creatures about to depend on her for support and control. She sighed, twisting her fingers through her loose ponytail. Stress.

(Lols, are they just gonna go there separate ways now, or do you want them to run into each other somewhere else? xD)

(Well they can if you want I suppose XD But not right now, I'm gonna' go swimming.)

(Wait, in realll life, or in da RP ? I feel like I fail xD)

((I was going swimming in real life LOL. :P We can timeskip in the RP;) ))

(Lols, sorry. You're talking to a natural blonde here xD Okie dokie, do you wanna just RP here still ? :])

((Uhmm...Sure;) ))

('Cause I have no idea where else to go xD)

Music blasted from Des's headphone plugged into his ears, the sound drowning out anything in the real world. Anyone within a ten foot ratios could probably here it: it was some unknown hardcore rock band. His eyes were taking in the words from one of Stephen King's oldest book's. The book's cover was so worn and used it was nearly falling from the bind, his big hands practically holding the poor thing together. He'd gotten it from a tiny used bookstore near his house a few years back, still relatively fresh. At least, when he'd first gotten it it'd been in good condition. Now? Not so much.