Thread: Camp Murder   (Casket &  Marie)

Another car came speeding by not long later, this one much nicer. A large Hummer H3 painted in an outlandish hot pink. Stuffed with three girls who, at school, would've sooner torn each other's hair out than be sitting in this van together.. But here they were, all signed up for this ridiculous summer project. Quinn Hudson was he owner of the outlandishly colored Hummer, the head cheerleader at one of the local high schools. She made sure everyone knew it too. The back windshield of Hummer read CHEER in bright pink lettering. Her long blonde hair pulled back in an obnoxiously high ponytail that she insisted be called a high pony. She was seventeen and going into her senior year, she was sure she had it all figured out. Her shorts short enough that if she bent the wrong way the world would get a view of everything underneath, not that she was actually wearing anything under them any way. Eww, there's a hitch hiker on the road, she said softly. Gross... She rolled the windows up, turning the AC on rather than letting the natural breeze cool the car. Though it made the annoying Katy Perry music she seem all the more annoying.... Can you please turn that garbage off? We've been listening to it for the last forty minutes... I'm over your 'I'm a teen pop princess' soundtrack.... Dayana Cross commented from the back seat. Her legs cross in annoyance. She was sporting her usual all black attire, even including a thick black corset cinching her waist. Most people often questioned how the girl could stand to be in such clothing in such sweltering heat. To Dayana it wasn't a a matter a choice, it was a lifestyle. It was part of who she was. Can it freak, my car, my music... Quinn quipped. Smirking at her, giving her a playful wink. Dayana hissed at her, flashing canines that had filed professionally into fangs. Piss off skank, she growled. Guys, come on... It's like a hundred degrees out there... We should pick him up... What if he's like... The counselor or something? A soft voice piped up from the seat behind Quinn. Holy shit! You do speak! Quinn gasped. Using her rear view mirror to look back at Marlene Mackinnon . But no... Again, my car... We're not picking up some sweaty, smelly hitchhiker. No matter who he is... Marlene, or Marley as she was known to some, was a soft spoken, shy girl. She Sighed softly, looking out the window as they passed Hank. Mouthing 'I'm sorry' , hoping that he would noticed. She'd wanted to pick him up, he would die of a heat stroke out there in this heat... She bit her lip gently. Tugging at the shorts that her father had bought for her before she left, he was a single dad who tried hard... Too bad he hadn't really noticed that she'd grown six inches in the last year... So the shorts were nearly as short as Quinn and it made incredibly uncomfortable. She was glad she had some older ones that fit better in her bag... Mia Varon was driving down the road to the Camp Porte Miroir. She was a high school English teacher who taught yoga in the evenings and on the weekends. She wasn't sure how she had managed to get roped into this ridiculous summer gig. Then again, things had been tight since her divorce from her husband. She had never once let one that anything was wrong though... She kept up appearances at school, and at the yoga studio to make sure that everyone thought that it was alright. If anyone knew that the cup she drank out of in the afternoons wasn't filled with coffee, but with wine... They certainly weren't letting on that they knew. She had helped choose the kids, so when she watched them drive bast Henry on the side of the road she sighed. Shaking her head as she pulled over. You're Henry right? The soldier or whatever? She asked leaning out her window. I'm so sorry about them... I kind of expected Quinn to pass you but Jason was a bit of a shock... Get in, I'll drive you...