Thread: Camp Murder   (Casket &  Marie)

Aww, poor little Mikey... Still don't like me after all these years? Michealwhom indecently hate'd being called something as mundane as 'mike' heard Quinn chide him as they rolled up and spit on the ground out of anger. After all, they were almost fully graduated, and here Quinn was bringing up something from the fucking sixth grade which was completely ridiculous to him. Jason meanwhile had stashed is roach and looked out his mirror to see that hot ass Quinn had gotten out of her Hummer and started over toward his van. He knew she's smelled it when she pulled up, the stuff as smelled like you hit a skunk going 80mph. Shit he cursed and rolled up his window, yeah she was hotter than hell but she was a mooch. Jason had first smoked with her in the 10th grade and he'd been proud as hell and bragged to his stoner buddies but soon after he'd learned the error of his ways. Quinn would hit him up for pot whenever she'd seen him after that and never offered a dollar in exchange. It was almost like she assumed that because she was so hot that her presence was equal compensation for the expensive pot he'd bought. Freddy smiled, like the idiot he was as Quinn explained her situation, Yeah I like to party, we'll have to party together this summer! He said, not getting her sarcasm as she walked passed him. Oooh yeah...heh....well yer prolly wondering why I got this wet spot on my crotch, you see the thing is I spilled a red bull on myself cause that stoner Jason can't drive for shit....so it ain't pee or nothin' He said, overstating himself and feeling embarrassed immediately as he did so. She probably hadn't noticed the spot but he'd actually almost pointed it out to her by the time he was finished speaking. It was then that another quake of pounding on the side of Jason's van set off and again he yelled What the fuck man?!!! I said don't pound of the fucking van! But the van's side door burst open and an angered Dayanne opened the door instead of the dorky dude he'd thought was pounding on his door. Holy shit Day, I didn't know you were doing this shit this summer....wait a second...what the fuck happened to you? Jason questioned as he saw what looked like a friend who'd shit her panties. Meanwhile outside the van Micheal had heard the angelic voice of the girl he'd actually had a crush on for almost two years, Marlene Mackinnon. She'd settled down Dayanna and now Micheal stepped out from behind the van and gazed upon his dream come true. Yeah he'd thought this summer was gonna suck, but he'd set his mind to get through it, but now here was the thing he desired most, and in a camp almost alone with each other. Yeah he wanted to ask her to the spring formal last year and chickened out, but now the were the only two intellectuals in a tribe of troglodytes he could finally shine. He stepped out from around the van and peered upon her. Oh hey Marley, good to see you here, how'd you do in the exam portion of finals? I hope my tutoring helped you some, although I'm sure you didn't need much....you know, because you're so naturally blessed with intellect. Micheal felt himself sound to drone on and cut himself off as he approached her. Shit, I've got a number to call in case of emergencies but it says to only call between 12-4 on Monday through Thursday and it's currently Saturday. Kinda weird they didn't supply one of us with one, but I guess they are some big company and probably overlooked something as small as a key. It might even be a lock from the last owner and they don't even have a key. Hank pondered aloud. He saw the kids get into a scuffle, two to the girls at it appeared. He jumped out of Mia's car before it even came to a stop and rushed forward but by the time he'd exited the skirmish was over and the mud covered one was heading for the van. Alright, everybody calm down, my name is Captain......I mean Mr. Kellner....shit......You can call me Hank....ahhhh I'm one of your NCP corespondents, this is Miss Mia Varnon and if everybody can just settle down we'll discuss what we should do next.