Ponceuses Alton Kitt

Lieu: voiture de papa > cabine rose > hall principal
Interagir avec: Via Text: Favorite Slut Hana (); Precious Air-head Nessa ()
Adapté à l'extérieur
Une autre année au Camp Liberty. Alors que l'extérieur était quelque chose de Kitt Sanders n'aimait pas beaucoup - "Les portes ont été inventées pour une raison, les gens!" - voir des visages anciens et nouveaux vaut la peine de surmonter les insectes nuisibles et la saleté sale de l'extérieur. Son dédain a été montré ouvertement, comme son dédain avec tout, quand son père a mentionné le dédain dehors. Avec ses brises fraîches et l'herbe pokey et le soleil lumineux- bien, le soleil lumineux était agréable mais le reste pourrait aller en enfer, damnit! Surtout les insectes, les viles petites choses qui bourdonnent. C'est dégueulasse! Kitt détestait les dégoûtants. Ils étaient de minuscules frayères ailées de Satan, Kitt savait qu'ils l'étaient. Mal au cœur de leurs petits corps, seulement ici sur Terre pour rendre la vie de tout le monde beaucoup plus difficile. Kitt n'aimait vraiment pas l'extérieur. Le dédain de Kitt a montré plus loin à l'amusement de son père de sa souffrance imminente. -- Je le jure, si nous devons encore dormir dehors, je mourrai! le jeune garçon a annoncé de façon spectaculaire, s'écroulant dans le siège avant amorti de la Mazda de son père.
George a gâché à quel point son fils pouvait être trop dramatisant. Ça a toujours causé un spectacle, c'était sûr. "Tu dois dormir dehors chaque année, tu le sais." Il a souligné, en conduisant le long de la route sinueuse et pavée qui mènerait au camp, la verdure de chaque côté d'une belle vue, une différence flagrante entre la forêt de béton dans laquelle ils vivaient. "Une telle reine de théâtre, Kitt. Comme ton père. Vous êtes tous les deux si semblables, c'est épouvantable." Il continua d'un ton taquin, prenant son temps le long de la route, appréciant les jolies curiosités; ces deux dernières années, lui et Bryan avaient conduit Kitt jusqu'au camp, pendant une longue période, des adieux tirés parce qu'ils étaient toujours tristes de voir leur petit congé dramatique pour bébé pendant une période prolongée. Cette fois, Bryan n'a pas pu venir, et Kitt était un peu amer à ce sujet. Bien sûr, il ne l'avait pas caché, et il ne le cachait toujours pas. Il l'était. Il n'a jamais cessé de s'amuser, c'était un fait.
"Je verrais mon fils partir pour sa troisième année au camp, cependant. C'est notre différence." Kitt dit, regardant ses clous, taillés, lâchés et polis, la lumière du soleil coulant à travers les fenêtres teintées les attraper et les faire briller. C'était un autre problème avec l'extérieur; il a toujours sali son beau se assemblé. L'année dernière, il a gâché ses ongles d'un des jeux. On en a cassé un et on s'est fait faire du gâteau sous tous les autres. Il avait été si bouleversé. Hana était une poupée en l'aidant à réparer ses ongles horriblement maltraités. Il leur a promis que cela ne se reproduirait pas cette année, cependant, Kitt aimait gagner. Il aimait l'attention qu'il portait sur lui. Cependant, il a dû décider entre avoir les ongles parfaits ou l'attention qu'une victoire a apporté. C'était un choix difficile, un qu'il prenait beaucoup trop au sérieux. En parlant de cette précieuse salope Hana, il devait lui envoyer un texto et voir où elle était pour s'assurer qu'elle ne faisait pas de faux pas de mode. Il s'inquiétait de ses filles et de leurs choix de mode; c'était pour leur bien... et ses yeux aussi.
George a ronflé. "C'est la fille d'un papa! Tu ne peux pas y aller une minute sans lui, n'est-ce pas?" comme les mots amusés étaient prononcés, le noir élégant Mazda tiré dans le parking de Camp Liberty. Kitt a jeté un mauvais coup d'œil à son père, fouettant son téléphone et retirant ses SMS. "Tu es aussi la fille de papa." il a dit, riant de sa propre blague alors qu'il a commencé un nouveau message texte. George a garé la voiture et s'est tourné vers Kitt, levant un sourcil. "Oh, tu n'aimerais pas savoir ce qu'on va faire..."
"Oh non, tu peux arrêter ça tout de suite, papa!" Kitt a crié de parler de son père, le regardant avec de grands yeux bleus. À la réponse rigolo de son père, il soupira considérablement et roula les yeux, lançant la tête contre l'appuie-tête. "Oh pourquoi, pourquoi, est-ce que j'ai fini avec vous deux?" il demanda au plafond de la voiture, en lui tapant le pied un peu sur le plancher. Il aimait les deux hommes dans sa vie jusqu'à la mort, sans eux, il n'était pas sûr où il serait. Mais parfois, il voulait vraiment mourir quand ils le taquinaient avec des trucs comme ça. Non merci, il ne voulait pas savoir comment les bébés ont été faits par eux, d'accord?
George a ri. "D'accord, d'accord, calme-toi. Tu sais, Bryan voulait être ici, alors arrête d'être un petit con amer, et va t'amuser un été, tu peux l'appeler." son père a dit calmement, regardant la tête de Kitt fouetter sur le côté pour le regarder en état de choc. "Daaaaad!" il a crié, agitant un peu ses mains, "Vous êtes sur un rouleau et vous devez arrêter!" qui a reçu un autre rire de son père et Kitt soupira à nouveau. Il soupirait beaucoup autour de ses parents. Ils méritaient tous les soupirs dramatiques. Il s'est finalement rendu compte qu'il n'avait même pas commencé un texte et s'en est rapidement allé, les pouces survolant l'écran tactile.
À: ma salope fav hanananana
Ma salope principale! Je suis là et je suis queer! Où ça?C'est quoi, ça?
"Qui tu envoies des textos? Un garçon, j'espère." George a demandé, essayant de se pencher pour regarder, mais Kitt a appuyé sur le bouton sur le côté de son téléphone pour rendre l'écran sombre et a tiré sur son père un regard ennuyé. "Non." Il a dit pointu, tirant le petit miroir de plafond pour regarder son visage. Il se reverrait dans les toilettes de la cabine, qu'il savait déjà. Quoi? Il devait s'assurer qu'il faisait de son mieux pour les nouveaux visages. Tu n'as jamais su qui allait être là pour impressionner. Peut-être un garçon mignon, Mhm. Il savait, puisqu'il était un peu plus tard que d'habitude, qu'il était plus que probablement en retard pour obtenir le lit simple dans la cabine rose. Bien que, il pourrait être un rêveur et prétendre qu'il l'aurait, n'est-ce pas? "C'est Han-Han. Je vais sûrement envoyer un texto à Nessa aussi. Cette tête d'air... cette tête d'air précieuse. Parfois, je crains qu'elle ne flotte." Kitt s'est branlé, en flippant à ses bangs, qui ont été façonnés à la perfection, pas un cheveu hors de sa place. Il s'est clin d'œil avant de laisser le miroir se remettre en place.
"Avez-vous rencontré des garçons mignons?" George a demandé curieusement, puisque Kitt ne leur a jamais rien dit sur les garçons du camp. Mais Kitt a regardé l'horloge du tableau de bord, et a sifflé bas. "Regardez cette fois! Papa, c'était marrant, mais je dois y aller. Et oui, je peux avoir mes bagages, pas besoin d'aide. Je m'en occupe." Après que George ait soupiré et ait décidé de ne pas le pousser, il a présenté sa joue et Kitt lui a donné un baiser fort et fougueux. "Sois sage! Ne fais rien que je ne ferais pas!" Kitt a dit d'une voix de chant, ouvrant la porte et sortant. Cependant, il s'en retourna, pour saisir son petit sac qui était à ses pieds, et pour entendre la réponse de son père.
-- Eh bien, cela ne laisse pas beaucoup à faire alors, n'est-ce pas? George s'est moqué d'une blague et a souri à son fils. "Amusez-vous bien. Appelez-nous bientôt." il a dit, voix devenant ferme, et Kitt, encore, soupira. Vous voyez? Il soupirait beaucoup autour de ses parents. "Je le ferai, mon coeur! Au revoir, papa, je t'aime!" Il lui a fait un baiser avant de fermer la porte. Le coffre était déjà ouvert et il a sorti ses deux valises géantes. Sérieusement, géant. Kitt avait même une tenue d'hiver là-dedans. Tu ne sais jamais ce qu'il te faut! Son petit sac avait une sangle qu'il mettait sur son épaule et les deux autres, il pouvait rouler, donc il soulevait les poignées pour les rouler derrière lui. Il est allé sur le chemin qui a mené aux terrains de camping et a agité son père alors qu'il s'éloignait. Il est resté là un moment de plus, pour regarder la voiture noire descendre, et puis a sorti son téléphone à nouveau.
À : précieux nessa à tête d'air
Devinez qui est là! Tu ferais mieux de me trouver bientôt, j'ai besoin d'un câlin de nessa u jolie pute u
Il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour qu'il se rende à la cabane rose après ça. Le soleil s'est senti incroyable sur sa peau, bien qu'en plus de cela, l'extérieur était un endroit mauvais. Lorsqu'il est entré dans la cabine rose, son rêve ne s'est pas réalisé; le sac et la valise de quelqu'un ont été jetés au hasard sur le lit simple. Eh bien, merde avec un côté de baise. Il soupira pour la centième fois ce jour-là, il n'était pas rare pour ce nombre d'obtenir des milliers honnêtement, et de mettre ses valises géantes sur la couchette inférieure, avec son petit sac. Après, comme il le savait, il s'est rendu et s'est vérifié dans le miroir de la salle de bains, allant même devant et revendiquant l'un des miroirs de vanité pour lui-même. Après s'être emparé comme la petite reine qu'il était, il s'est cogné les lèvres et a décidé d'aller annoncer sa présence à la salle principale. Plus vite il est arrivé là-bas pour éviter une éventuelle attaque d'insectes - il croyait vraiment qu'ils l'avaient cherché pour l'attaquer - le mieux. Ainsi, il s'en alla, marchant à travers les terrains de camping avec une confiance un modèle célèbre se tenait pour eux-mêmes, et entra dans la salle principale. Bien sûr, il a dû aller s'enregistrer, faire savoir aux adultes qu'il était ici et présent et prêt pour un été de bon et propre fun! C'est bien, il s'amuse bien, son joli cul de pervers. Après s'être tenu en ligne pour ce qui se sentait comme forrrevvverrrr, il était temps d'aller dans la salle principale, et de voir de nouveaux et anciens visages. Il est entré dans la pièce, qui était assez pleine à l'heure actuelle, et s'est un peu débarrassé de la gorge. "Tout le monde, tout le monde, calmez-vous! Pendant que la Reine est arrivée, il n'y a pas besoin d'arrêter ce que vous faites! Continuez, mes paysans, continuez! » il a crié, et alors que son ton était globalement plaisante, il y avait un sous-jacent de sérieux à cela. Il était quelque chose à émerveiller, et à émerveiller tout le monde devrait. Avec un grand sourire qui a montré ses blancs nacrés, il a commencé à se déplacer autour de la pièce, juste pour prendre les visages, et de voir s'il voyait quelqu'un qu'il connaissait. Il était de plus en plus bondé, étant donné qu'il se rapprochait de l'heure de la rencontre officielle et salue ou quel que soit l'enfer que vous vouliez l'appeler. Ça ne dérangeait pas Kitt, ça signifiait plus d'attention pour lui s'il le désirait.
►Cassidy Ann Bradbury◄

”Being a geek is a great thing. I think we're all geeks. Being a geek means you're passionate about something and that defines your uniqueness. I would rather be passionate about something than be apathetic about everything.” – Masi Oka
Cassidy Ann Bradbury
►Nickname◄
Cassie/Cass.
Cassidy has known this nickname her whole life and knows it better than her own name, usually saying Cassie instead of Cassidy when introducing herself.
►Birth Date◄
July 19th.
►Age◄
17.
►Gender◄
Female.
►Sexuality◄
Bicurious.
►Relationship Status◄
Definitely single.
►Sexually Active◄

No; hasn't been yet.
►Team Color◄
Member of Team Purple!
►Years At Camp◄
First year (a virgin in more ways than one!).
►In Depth Appearance◄

Cassie doesn't think she stands out, at all. So she doesn't try too. She barely wears any make-up, only wearing foundation when she has a problematic zit (which happens more often than she wants). She rarely brushes her hair, just letting it do what it will. If she leaves it down, it becomes straight yet messy "nest" (according to her) that varies between a deep red or an orange-red, depending on the lightening of where she's at. Her eyes are a hazel-green, usually looking more green, and she has just the lightest dusting of freckles across her cheekbones and bridge of her nose, more noticeable in brighter light. She doesn't tan easy, usually burning instead, and so she usually has a pale complexion all year around. She has a fast metabolism, so while she can't gain weight, she also doesn't gain very much muscle, so she has a thinner frame standing at 5'6.
She has to wear contacts but if she doesn't, she, of course, has to wear glasses. Most of the time, she has her hair up, be it in a messy bun, a quick braid, or a high ponytail. She's very laid back in her clothing style; almost always wearing t-shirts and jeans, tennis shoes or flip flops. Sometimes, she might put a button up over a graphic tee that's a little nicer, she might put on a nicer pair of flats, or a piece of jewelry, but usually, she's seen in clothes that mirrors her laid back, friendly personality.
►Habits & Quirks◄

  Has a tendency to chew on things when she is either nervous, concentrating, or just bored, be it her lip, her thumb nail, or even her hair.
 Has a habit of singing in the shower, or whenever she has headphones in. Loudly and with no shame. She may dance as well, but that does depend.
 When she eats out, she must clean up her side of the table and stack her dishes and prepare it for the busboy or whoever.
 Has the habit to make references, be it of TV shows, movies or even video games.
 Has the habit to talk to herself about any and everything.
►Likes & Dislikes◄

Likes:
 Many things considered "geeky" or "nerdy," depending on who is asked.
 Music, especially live music.
 Meeting new people.
 Cats and dogs and just animals of any kind, yes.
 Mythical creatures.
 Junk food.
 Reading stretched out in warm sunlight.
 Any type of humor, even the worse kind.
 Harmless flirting/teasing.
 Stars/nighttime.
 Trying new things.
 Flavored drinks (tea, smoothies, cold coffee drinks).
Dislikes:
 Rude people.
 Spelling because she sucks at it; big words because she can't remember many of them.
 Wearing heels.
 People commenting on her bad habit of chewing on things.
 Losing.
 Not being listened too.
 Reality TV.
 Feeling clueless.
 Bugs. Not that she's disgusted by them, but they're annoying pests.
 The cold.
 Staying still for too long; she has to move or pace after a certain amount of time.
 Fights of any sort.
►Fears & Phobias◄

 Aviatophobia - fear of flying.
 Rejection.
 Her ex-boyfriend.
 Being played with/tricked/being the butt of a joke.
 Forceful personalities.
 Sex; she wants to have it but is very scared of messing it up/the other person not listening to her.
►Good Personality Traits◄

 Level-headed/calm.
 Honest but not to the point of being blunt.
 Funny.
 Determined/doesn't give up easily.
 Quick learner.
 Friendly.
 Helpful to a point.
►Bad Personality Traits◄

 Some would say she's too open and vocal.
 Doesn't know how to deal with more negative emotions.
 Easy crier.
 Makes noises considered rude by accident.
 Loud.
 Not very trusting at all.
 While she's a quick learner, she forgets things she doesn't find important/isn't interested in very easily.
►Personality◄
Cassie comes off as a open, friendly, and happy person with a loud, but chilled, personality. Which is what she is. Cassie believes in being friendly to everyone, no matter what, and helping to the best of her ability. She loves life, shows it in the way she embraces new things and breathes in the outdoor air with a beaming smile, and is quite positive. She rarely frets, instead choosing to point at the positive of situations. She doesn't judge harshly at all, taking everything in stride, and going with the flow. She barely bats an eye at rude attitudes, it doesn't mean she likes them though, and instead makes a joke to dispel a possible fight or awkwardness. She uses humor to deflect from having to fight, be it vocally or physically, and as a shield to hide her softer emotions. Because while she may seem open, she actually rarely dives into her past or her emotions, instead being open by how accepting she is and about her likes/interests. Humor of any sort is a defense mechanism, the first thing she turns too when she's beginning to grow upset, or someone isn't being too kind.
She doesn't handle her negative emotions well. She's an easy crier, tearing up over what some people would consider the smallest things. When she's in a vulnerable place, she takes more things to heart, unlike when she's in a good mood, where she lets everything roll off her back with no problem. She doesn't know how to deal with anger or sadness, turning to her likes and hobbies to bury it and ignore it, choosing to lock it away than deal with it. It takes a lot to get her to a bad place, though, since she is so laid-back and can take a "beating," so to say. However, when she does get there, she will say her honest thoughts instead of using her humor to try and deflect any negative emotions.
Cassie is an expert in harmless flirting. She shamelessly flirts with everyone, enjoying watching how people react. She does get a little surprised when someone delivers the same amount of flirting or even humor her way but she recovers quickly and loves it. However, she is very inexperienced in crushes, dating, and sexual activities, so if she starts to like someone, she gets more nervous and even somewhat shy around them, having a tendency to ramble when she's feeling nervous or shy. She grows very weary when she begins to like someone, and usually, she starts to distance herself, not wanting a repeat of the one relationship she did have that failed horribly bad. She isn't clingy or needy in the bit and she thrives off of her alone time. She might be flirty and very friendly, but she doesn't very much like touching, or being touched, and avoids that at all costs. She doesn't freak out if someone does touch her but she makes sure to step away and, if they don't get the hint, she'll be honest and tell them to please not.
►Place Of Origin◄
New York City, New York.
►Background◄
Cassie was born to Samantha and Jack Bradbury in NYC. Jack was a very successful business owner, Samantha staying home and caring for Cassie. Cassie was an only child, growing up with parents who rained her with gifts, yet taught her to be humble and how to work for things she wanted once she was old enough. She went to the best school in NYC, had all As because she is very smart, and was quite popular. Her life was good, more than good, it was great. She had a very happy, fruitful childhood with loving, attentive parents. Life was amazing, until high school, that was. Freshman year, she met a guy named Jason, who she quickly got attached too. By that time, she was considered "geeky" and had lost many of her friends from being "weird" but she hadn't cared. Jason was a popular jock, so cliche, right? But, that was how it went, and Jason seemed to really love her. They were going steady for almost three months, Cassie being introduced to the popular circle again, going to the best parties, having what she thought were the best friends. She still kept up with her grades, having learned responsibility from a young age and not forgetting it.
Three months in her and Jason's relationship, she really thought she was in love and it was going to last. There was a big party being thrown and Cassie got permission to go and go she went. There, Jason kept pushing alcoholic drinks at her, but she refused to have more than one, afraid of possibly getting caught underage drinking somehow. Jason had seemed annoyed when she kept denying more drinks but Cassie stood her ground, not letting herself be pressured into more. Eventually, he gave up, and invited her upstairs. She went willingly, thinking they were going to just kiss some. Jason hadn't tried anymore than a couple kisses, keeping his hands to himself, and she appreciated that because she was scared by the thought of sex. They went up to a bedroom, it had been a big house, one of the richer kids throwing it while their parents were away (didn't it always happen like that?). Jason closed the door and Cassie began to get nervous. The kissing started out fine; no touching, just a couple of sweet kisses. Then, Jason started to touch her, and trying to deepen the kisses. Cassie tried to tell him she wasn't ready, to stop, but Jason kept pushing for it, becoming forceful. When Jason pushed her down onto the bed and held her there, Cassie got scared, and tried to knock Jason off. Jason got angry and did get off when Cassie started to cry and said he couldn't keep doing this.
That was when Cassie found out he was doing this because he lost a bet. Cassie felt like her world came crashing down as Jason angrily explained that he lost a bet and he had to try and seduce her, take the geek girl's virginity, and he had been so patient, trying to ease her into it, so he could turn the bet around and win it. Cassie had been devastated. Her life had been one big lie. All her friends, her boyfriend, all a lie. After that, Cassie didn't bother making new friends, instead choosing to stay home during non-school hours and work extra hard on her schoolwork and become more knowledgeable on her likes. Her parents were worried for her but she wouldn't listen to them, kept lying and saying she was fine. While her parents noticed that when they went for their weekly outing dinner, Cassie was still friendly and vocal towards strangers they passed by, still all smiles and kind, but she still wouldn't make new friends. Worried that she was going to become antisocial, her parents looked into many different summer opportunities, not wanting her to spend the last summer the same way - working a summer job and staying in her room during free time, playing video games and binge-watching Netflix. They had weighed a lot of different summer camps and decided on Camp Liberty. Cassie had been weary but she had agreed, because she was a social creature, and wanted a summer full of something other than work and console games (though nothing wrong with those for sure).

►Extra◄
Making horrible puns and cheesy jokes.
C O P Y R I G H T
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►William August Whittaker◄


”I'm so down to earth, I'm bringing gravity back.” – Tinie Tempah
William August Whittaker
►Nickname◄
Will, given to him pretty much since birth by his family and eventual friends.
Willie, that he hates, and was given to him by his two older brothers.
►Birth Date◄
September 25th.
►Age◄
16.
►Gender◄
Male.
►Sexuality◄
Closeted homosexual.
►Relationship Status◄
Single.
►Sexually Active◄
No.
►Team Color◄
Red.
►Years At Camp◄
First year.
►In Depth Appearance◄

William might have came from a wealthy family but he did not look nor dress the part. He doesn't work hard on his appearance at all. He lets his dirty-blonde hair do as it will and because of this, he's always reaching up and pushing it off of his forehead, giving it a wind-swept look. He has very thick matching eyebrows, set above eyes that can't decide what color they want to be. In dimmer lighting, they appear to be a blue, with only the barest hint of hazel green; the hazel green comes to life when in bright lighting, especially sunlight, akin to the color of a leaf with sunlight streaming through it. A surprising amount of freckles dot along his whole face, not missing one place to be. They are quite noticeable when he has a paler complexion but when he gets a tan, it looks as if he doesn't have as many. Another feature that may stand out about William is his wonderful butt chin. Standing at a towering 6'2, he has a very skinny, lanky build, with body hair that's more blonde and so, unnoticeable.
He definitely does not dress like the typical rich preppy boy. His style is more on the side of grungy lazy teenager without the stinky part, since he is hygienic, and hipster, a mixture that is both but neither at the same time. His usual go to are slouchy pants, either plain or graphic v-neck shirts, old, faded graphic tank tops, baggy flannel button ups, messy, run down shoes, sandals; most of his outfits make it seem like he really doesn't care what he's wearing at all. He owns too many pairs of boots, all rugged and worn in, usually ankle high with buckles and straps, or plain sandals that have seen better days. If he does wear jeans, it's usually skinny jeans or cut off jean shorts with frayed edges. He has a large collection of beanies and hats, things he still wears in the summer because he thinks they're just that great.
►Habits & Quirks◄

 He's always, always, snacking.
 He has the habit of letting his mind wander, and sometimes, he'll ignore people by accident because of it, but he does apologize; overthinking.
 He really doesn't mind being naked in a non-sexual way, he sees it as a natural thing and thinks there's more to the human body than hidden "sexual organs."
 He has the habit of kicking his shoes off and walking around bare-foot.
 He has the habit of licking/sucking the flavor off his chips before eating them.
 He has the habit of cleaning up after himself/other people all the time because he hated letting the maids do it at home.
►Likes & Dislikes◄

Likes
 Snacky/junk food.
 Black coffee.
 Modern hoboing/trains.
 Music.
 Experiencing new things/hearing people's stories.
 Both wild and concrete nature.
 Daydreaming/thinking.
 Graffiti.
Dislikes
 Entitlement.
 Greed/wasteful.
 Littering.
 Bullying/unnecessary rudeness.
 Formal events since he had to attend some because of his family's position.
 His fear of swimming.
 Spoiled children/adults.
 Misogyny.
►Fears & Phobias◄

 Confinement; he's afraid he won't be able to break the mold his family keeps trying to fit him into.
 A fear of anything that flies such as any insect or any bird.
 Swimming/drowning.
 Global warming.
►Good Personality Traits◄

 Charmingly goofy.
 Feminist.
 Driven/determined.
 Understanding/non-judgmental.
 Down to earth/laid back.
►Bad Personality Traits◄

 Overly defensive.
 Insecure in his knowledge/intelligence.
 Comes off as uncaring/shy.
 Telling white lies/exaggerating.
 Comes off as wishy-washy.
►Personality◄

Will was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but he hasn't let that shape him into some entitled, spoiled brat. Not like his stupid siblings. He keeps to himself most of the time, choosing to be quiet in fear he'll say something stupid or be judged harshly, so he comes off as shy. He isn't insecure in his looks but he is insecure in himself, his thoughts, and that makes him hold back on speaking aloud. However, that doesn't mean he'll clam up all the time; one of Will's favorite things to do is push people's buttons, finds out what makes them tick, but in a playful, charming way. He doesn't mean to come off as rude or offensive, but some people may see it as that. When he thinks he's wrong about something, he does get defensive then, even angry, not admitting when he's wrong, and having a tendency to tell little white lies or exaggerate a story.
He's actually very understanding and accepting of people. He believes in women's rights heavily and treats each woman as an equal, respecting them as much as he does other guys. He rarely flirts/hits on anyone, though sometimes, his goofy and teasing nature can be taken for a form of boyish flirting. In reality, he sucks at flirting, and can even get nervous around a guy he likes. He's very laid back and one with nature; he loves the outdoors and would much rather be travelling and seeing the world instead of sitting in a big CEO office like his father. He prefers a simple, free lifestyle to a rich, privileged one.
►Place Of Origin◄
Cottage Grove, Oregon.

►Background◄
William was born into a very wealthy family. His father, Franklin, is the CEO of a private business in their little town, making them the richest family there. His mother, Katharine, is a trophy wife and nothing more. He was the third child, having two older brothers. One brother, Travis, was five years older, whereas the other brother, Keith, was two years older. Travis and Keith were very close and didn't like when Will came along. So, Will grew up in a household with an absent father, an uncaring mother, and siblings who bullied him each chance they got. Each child had basically been raised by a nanny and the other maids of the house, the mother always going out to better her looks, and the father always working. when Will was five years old, their parents decided it would be a good idea to have yet another child, this one a girl they named Hannah. Of course, Travis and Keith basically ignored Hannah as they all grew older, choosing to instead bully Will. It partly shaped the person Will is today; his brothers were always undermining him, making him feel stupid, and making him very defensive of his own being. At ten, his brothers got the bright idea that it'd be funny to throw Will into the pool... when he couldn't swim. He managed to not drown, obviously, but it did traumatize him.
As Will kept growing, and learning new things, he noticed how his mother treated Hannah. Hannah was never allowed to play outside, or to play video games, or do anything considered "boy-ish" as his mother said all the time. Instead, Hannah had to be girly, and have her nails painted and wear dresses all the time. It made Will uneasy and annoyed, the beginnings of his feminism. Also as Will kept growing, his brothers thought his fear of the pool was funny, and would sometimes throw him in, fully clothed, and even sometimes with his backpack from school still on, soaking all his books and work. He fought back and defended himself, but they fought back harder, and Will almost always ended up on his ass with some sort of injury for his smart mouth. Being treated in such a way might have made him a bitter bastard but instead, he has a more open and understanding view of the world. Eventually, Travis followed in daddy's footsteps, and became an employee at the office, bagging himself his own trophy wife, and having a big, fancy house. Just because Travis was gone, didn't mean Keith was any easier on Will. Actually, he was probably harder on Will, since Will dressed the way he did and behaved the way he did, and Keith claimed he was a little freak. Will's mother hated how he dressed, and demanded he dress like a normal person, but he always refused. Hannah became a very spoiled "girly girl" that when Will tried to encourage her to break from the mold their mother forced her into, she called him stupid and rarely spoke to him.
At 15, he ran away during the summer. He had been reading stories of modern day hoboing on the internet and wanted to do it himself. Shortly after leaving, and learning quick how to train hop without possibly getting ran over or his neck broken, he met an older man that was hoboing too. They had an instant click, the older man willing to help Will out since he deemed Will was "too damn young to be out here on his own," and Will was thrilled. Almost a week had passed before he had the discovery that he just didn't see the older man as a friend and mentor, but as more, and he liked him a lot. Before, he had never been interested in girls like other guys at school, and now he understood why. He was too young, shy and inexperienced to do anything but he had the hugest and, most of the time, embarrassing crush on the man. The secret came out when the man shared whiskey with him, a way of congratulating him on making it for almost two weeks, and of course, Will was a lightweight and it came out. Unfortunately, his parents wanted him back, and, being as rich as they were, they had all the police in the area around searching for him, and he even had an reward on his head for anyone who found him. After Will revealed his secret, his discovery that he was gay and scared because his hometown had that typical small-town mindset about that kind of stuff, he really didn't want to go back.
The man, of course, turned him down gently and a few more days passed of going nowhere specific when it happened. The man turned him over to the police. Will couldn't believe it; he was hurt and heartbroken over the betrayal. He was forced to go back home by a police escort. After a screaming argument with his parents, he stormed out of the room, but had stopped when he heard his mother mention the man. She said she didn't understand why the man had turned down the money and only said to take care of him. Will felt better that the man hadn't just gave him up for the money but he was still hurt. He had to move on and so he did, spending the rest of his summer under watchful eyes and being pissed about it. He went through the school year, keeping his new founded sexuality a secret, and even going out a couple times with girls, nervous and worried of being rejected and hated. However, one of his guy friends at the time, Jason, wanted to hang out with him one day and Will agreed. He never noticed it but he was well-liked and popular at school, since he didn't let the things at home follow him around and he was charming, goofy and overall fun. Jason and him were hanging out in his room when Jason came onto him, admitting he liked Will a lot; Will had been shocked but he had found Jason attractive and so he went with it. Unfortunately, Hannah decided to barge into his room like the sassy and entitled brat she was, to tell Will their mother wanted to see him, and caught them kissing. Will tried to stop her from leaving the room but Hannah ran downstairs screaming for their mom and told Katherine what she had seen. It went downhill from there; Jason's parents were called to be informed of what happened then he was kicked out and Will's father was called to let him know what had happened.
His parents were very unhappy with him. Hannah and Keith were too, copying their parent's reactions instead of having thoughts of their own. The rest of the day, Will had to hear a long, long speech of how wrong that was, and he tried to argue it, but of course they wouldn't listen. His family treated him like he was sick after that and he couldn't stand it, always snapping at them and biting off their heads, only causing more problems. Even Jason stopped talking to him, keeping his head down more often in school, and Will was hurt and it just made him want to leave all this behind. The upcoming summer, he had been planning another hoboing trip, this time planning on going far away, out of the state, before anyone could find him. But, instead, his parents surprised him by telling him he was going to Camp Liberty, a place where they hoped he could better himself (he took that as "fix" himself). Will wasn't too thrilled but at least he wouldn't be home and he'd be out in the nature. Maybe he wouldn't even go home after.

►Extra◄
Acting!
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►Alton Kitt Sanders◄

"It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It's like disapproving of rain." - Francis Maude.
Alton Kitt Sanders
"Heaven forbid, do not call me Alton, ever!"
►Nickname◄
Kitt - always introduces himself as such.
Kitty - for those close to him only.
►Birth Date◄
August 3rd.
►Age◄
16.
►Gender◄
Male.
►Sexuality◄

Homosexual.
►Relationship Status◄
Single.
►Sexually Active◄

He likes to say he is but...
►Team Color◄
Pink.
►Years At Camp◄
Third year!
►In Depth Appearance◄
Kitt is a cute little thing. Standing at 5'5, with a small build that has no muscles, he doesn't look very threatening at all. He keeps up with himself; making sure his dirty-blonde hair is healthy, his skin is clean and moisturized, and his nails are done and lovely. He almost always styles his bangs back and to the side, or sometimes almost sticking up; on days where he is just not in the mood, he usually shoves a fashionable hat over his hair to hide a mess (or if it's a bad hair day). He has shockingly blue eyes, things he prides himself on, with matching eyelashes around them; he knows how to bat them at people, too, and how to do the perfect puppy-dog eyes. He tries his damnedest to not have acne, though it happens, and when it happens, he always covers it up. He makes sure to use chap-stick often, to keep his lips moisturized and pink, keep them kissable as he says a lot. Sometimes, depending on the day and outfit, he may take the time to do some make-up. He attempts to tan during the summer, though he has to be careful, because he may burn; but he always manages a light one. He does have one tattoo, since his fathers didn't mind letting him get it; it's on his inner right wrist, and it's just a simple black infinity symbol.
His style is quite fashionable in his eyes. He's often keeping up with the latest trends, even getting things shipped from places like Tokyo, Paris, La-la Land, and NYC to his house. He has many clothes and shoes, a large walk-in closet stuffed with things, and prides himself on his style. He isn't afraid to show out with his style, either; some of his clothes can be considered very loud and flamboyant. Do not put it pass him to steal a pair of heels from one of his girlfriends and wear them - he's very confident and proud in the person he is and has no shame whatsoever. He does have a few things considered girls clothes in his closet and adores them as much as the other stuff. When he's alone, or with someone he's comfortable with, however, he dresses down. And when he dresses down, he dresses down. Sweats, baggy shirts, messy hair; he likes to be comfortable in a home environment.
►Habits & Quirks◄
 Has a tendency to pick at his clothes, even when they are wrinkle and lint free.
 Primping. He does it, a lot.
 Chews gum. Loudly. Pops bubbles. Just as loudly.
 Calls everyone, everyone, anything such as "doll," "honey/honey-child," "sweetie," "boo/boo thang," etc., you get it (edit: that also includes whore, slut, even cunt; almost forgot those golden ones!).
 Tends to exclaim things loudly to the sky considered "blasphemy" when frustrated/stressed.
 Has the habit of looking people over, no matter how often he sees them, and judging their clothes.
 Talks with his hands a lot, even snapping his fingers or clapping sometimes to get a point across.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
Likes.

 Fashion.
 Sunshine.
 Coffee (if you count Starbucks).
 Chocolate.
 Cats.
 Shopping, obviously.
Dislikes.
 Close-minded assholes/bullies.
 Bad fashion.
 Rain; always messes up his hair.
 Getting dirty/nature (ironic he's at an outdoorsy camp).
 Having to repeat himself.
 Receiving texts with only one word/letter.
►Fears & Phobias◄

 Losing his fathers.
 Not achieving his dream of being a fashion designer.
 Arachnophobia - fear of spiders.
 Drowning in a car; not drowning, but drowning in a car.
 Bad fashion - he claims it's a legit fear.
 Being bullied again.
►Good Personality Traits◄

 Loyal.
 Encouraging/supportive (when he agrees with it).
 Loving/caring.
 Fairly level-headed/calm.
►Bad Personality Traits◄

 Sassy.
 Loud/sometimes demanding.
 Judgmental in the fashion sense/openly pities and 'tsks' at people.
 Bluntly honest/speaks mind/no filter.
►Personality◄
Kitt is a feisty little thing who doesn't take shit from anyone. He tells it like he sees it, not holding anything back. That doesn't mean he's incapable of being supportive or caring towards someone; he's actually quite a lovable thing once you get to know him. His loud, sassy backtalk turns a lot of people off, though. And the fact he will point out your clothes if they look like shit - he can't help it, he feels like some (a lot of) people need help when it comes to fashion and he considers himself the fashion queen. When Kitt enters a room, he demands attention. He loves attention, the spotlight being on him. He will share it... to a point. He's very spoiled, having grown up in a house where he got all he wanted, and then some. But, he does share his riches as well... to a point.
Once you get on Kitt's good side, you're going to stay there (he'll also spoil you, cool perk, right?). He's a loyal little shit. Unless you wrong him that much, he's going to help you with whatever (while giving his opinion on it, of course). He is actually forgiving and understanding though. He's also open about the bullying he went through, because he doesn't think that needs to be hid, and he wants people to know how much of assholes other people can be. He isn't quick to anger, but he is quick to annoyance, that sassy backtalk coming into play when someone annoys him. It takes a lot to actually make him angry and he isn't above taking (verbal) low blows at someone. He does have a tendency to talk down to people, completely by accident, but it happens. He's just so great, he can't help it if everyone else isn't on his level, you know?
►Place Of Origin◄
San Diego, California.
►Background◄
Kitt was born to a mother who didn't want him, so he was put up for adoption. He stayed in the system for a fair while, getting by in the crappy environment, when at seven, he got adopted by a married couple, both male. At first, he was a little shit (even demanding they call him Kitt, not Alton, ugh!). Not because he had two Dads now but just because he didn't know how to handle a family environment, a fear inside him that it was going to be taken away. Though, his fathers, George and Bryan, were great parents, and they brought Kitt out of his shell by the time he was eight, and he finally let himself enjoy his new parents. Living with them, he discovered quickly that his father, Bryan, was a drag queen. Being exposed to this definitely helped shape Kitt into the wonderfully sassy little thing he is today. He loved his fathers very much and they both were very happy. And loaded, too, so Kitt was spoiled, and loving it. His childhood went from pretty bad to great, and it stayed that way. When he was a little older, by begging, Bryan began letting him hang out backstage at the shows he performed at, where the other queens cooed and doted over him. Kitt ate up the attention and loved it. They would dress him up and let him prance around and just be adorable. Everyone adored the little Kitty. However, his parents were worried about him; while Kitt was very social with people at the shows, he didn't have very many friends at school; instead, he was bullied a lot, because he wasn't afraid to talk about his home life, his fathers, the drag shows, or how he liked boys more than girls ('cause girls had cooties, right? and they're nearly as cute either) and he found out some people didn't like that at all.
Since the school wouldn't do anything about it, they pulled Kitt out of school, and put him in home school. Still, they worried about his social development, because he wasn't having very much of it expect with a lot of older men and women. So, the summer he was fourteen, they surprised him with sending him to Camp Liberty. At first, Kitt was set against it; he wanted to go with Bryan to his shows! He didn't want to go to some stupid camp. But he didn't have a say in it and he was forced to go. The first part of that summer, Kitt hadn't talked much; he wasn't quite sure how to socialize with kids his age. But, slowly, he came out of his shell and actually had a good time. It was why he went the next year, and why he's returning; he actually enjoyed the people and activities. His parents were a little surprised he wanted to go back but, of course, they encouraged it, and gladly let him go back, happy to know he was socializing in some way. They also greatly encourage his dream of wanting to be a fashion designer, and spoil him with the latest clothes and trends, buying him almost anything he asks for. Almost. They do set a limit but it isn't a very high limit. Kitt is very excited to come back for third year at Camp Liberty; his first summer, he had somehow got put into Purple! At first, he hadn't really noticed he should belong in Pink, but as that first summer went on, oh, he knew where he belonged. So, that next summer, he made sure he was in Pink. Maybe his parents' money had something to do with that but whatever! He belonged in Pink, so he got Pink, and he's Pink again this year, and he is ready to kick ass in his new Gucci sneakers, okay? Okay.

►Extra◄
Napping. I don't know why I keep filling this part out, I obviously have read the rules.
C O P Y R I G H T
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