Emplacement: Cabines bleues
Interagir avec: Richard et Astrid King, Jess Rieger et Emilie Parker via texte
Se réveillant dans une cabane vide, Alex était ravie de l'atmosphère calme et du fait qu'aujourd'hui était l'un des rares jours où elle pouvait dormir pendant le camp. Avec les heures où ils s'attendaient à ce que les campeurs « se lèvent et s'approchent », Alex se sentait comme s'il s'agissait de soldats militaires qui devaient entendre cet appel stupide qui était utilisé pour les réveiller. Quand elle était arrivée sur le terrain hier soir, elle n'avait pas à passer par le processus déjà douloureux de s'enregistrer avec une longue ligne de premiers temps confus ne sachant pas comment procéder et tiendra la ligne encore plus. Comme on lui a montré son arrangement de chambre et qu'elle a remis sa clé, elle a rapidement scanné avec qui elle vivrait cette année. En gémissant sous son souffle, elle roula les yeux et pria que la blonde avec qui elle resterait pendant six semaines ne se pointât soudainement cette année. En vérité, ce n'était pas si mal; sûr qu'elle devait traiter avec quelqu'un qu'elle n'aimait pas, mais l'un de ses amis les plus proches était aussi avec elle et l'autre quelqu'un qu'elle n'aimait pas quand elle aurait pu finir avec des gens qu'elle détestait. Mais Alex ne s'est pas arrangée et si quelque chose ne l'accompagnait pas spécifiquement, elle voulait qu'elle le change.
Avant qu'elle ne parte pour aller rapidement réclamer le meilleur lit et la meilleure salle de bain pour elle-même, elle a cherché le nom d'une autre personne sur la liste. Alors qu'elle scannait le groupe de noms, les petites lèvres de la brune s'enfoncent dans une fronce et ses sourcils sillonnent. Richard serait placé avec ce psychopathe Fox ; la pierre en face de muet laissait toujours le sentiment d'être perturbée. Cependant, elle ne s'inquiétait pas de la part de son amie puisqu'elle savait qu'il pouvait prendre soin de lui-même. Mais elle l'a averti quand elle l'a vu pour être en sécurité. Alek était aussi en chambre avec les deux autres et un sourire a fait sans le savoir son chemin sur le visage de la fille. Le grand garçon qui était incroyablement gentil a été appelé Teddy par elle pour une raison. Notant que la cabine n'était qu'à deux pas, Alex se réjouit qu'au moins quelques-unes de ses amies soient proches d'elle. Sniffer avec un sourcil levé, la jeune fille a pensé à la façon dont Astrid serait excitée aussi que son frère ne serait pas trop loin d'eux cette année alors qu'elle ramassait ses bagages et se dirigeait vers sa cabine.
Toujours en train de se réveiller beaucoup plus tôt qu'elle ne l'aurait aimé, Alex est arrivée au travail et a commencé sa journée en se préparant... à avoir l'air absolument parfait. Ce n'était pas parce qu'aujourd'hui serait le premier jour officiel du camp ou parce qu'elle reverrait tous ses vieux amis; c'était simplement la première chose qu'elle s'assurait de faire chaque fois qu'elle se réveillait. Pendant un certain temps, alors qu'elle était sous la douche, elle avait reçu un texto de l'une de ses seules amies, Jess. Une fois qu'elle est sortie et a vu la lumière clignotante la notifiant d'un nouveau message, elle a répondu au membre rose préppy.
Aux: Jessica Rieger
Hé, jeune fille! Venez par les cabines bleues!! Je pense que Richard et Astrid sont peut-être déjà là. Im est sur le point d'aller vérifier.
Après avoir fini de faire ses cheveux, Alex a entendu son téléphone chanter avec une autre alerte et l'a rapidement ramassé avec un grand sourire, ayant supposé que c'était Jess répondant à son texte précédent. Cependant, son expression s'est rapidement transformée en confusion initiale en irritation et en exaspération. "Qui a donné mon numéro à cette salope?" Alex a demandé dans les toilettes vides comme elle a tapé violemment en arrière.
Au: 734-555-3726
C'est pas vrai. C'est fini. N'utilise plus ce numéro ou je te bloque.
Le harceleur blonde a eu de la chance qu'elle ait contacté Alex avant de commencer à se maquiller ou elle aurait fini par pisser l'autre pendant toute la journée et obtenir la courte fin de sa rage. Pour la vaine fille, il y avait quelque chose d'apaisant à regarder son propre visage de près pendant quinze minutes et le changer lentement pour le regarder encore mieux (non que la plongée auto-absorbée ne pensait pas déjà qu'elle semblait exceptionnelle face nue). Au moment où elle avait mis toute une heure et vingt minutes pour se préparer, Alex avait quarante minutes avant de devoir se rendre à la salle principale pour les formalités d'orientation. En sortant de sa cabine, elle a laissé la porte fermer avant de faire le court voyage deux cabines jusqu'à sa destination. J'espère qu'il y aurait quelqu'un dans... qui n'était pas Fox.
Debout à la porte, elle a redressé son apparence une fois de plus depuis les cinq dernières minutes qu'elle l'avait fait. Violentement, elle a ouvert la porte avant de jeter ses bras en l'air et d'annoncer son arrivée avec une grandiose, "Walk up dans le club comme, "Quoi de neuf, j'ai une grosse bite!" souriant avec vivacité.
“A champion is afraid of losing. Everyone else is afraid of winning.”
-Billie Jean King
| Summer Night – Grease | Emotional Anorexia – Svavar Knútur |  Summer Shandy – The Front Bottoms  |  ***Flawless – Beyoncé ft. Nicki Minaj  |

|Name|
Richard Shannon King
|Nickname|
Most call him King, though he'll go by anything other than Shannon.
|Birth Date|
August 23rd, 1997
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Bisexual
|Sexually Active|
Yes
|Relationship Status|
Single
|Role|
Leader of Team Blue
|Years At Camp|
Four – He's been coming since he was fourteen
|Team Color|
Blue ba-by!

|In Depth Appearance|
Pretty boys are always trouble. Always. Never trust their sly smirks and bright eyes and freckled skin. Ignore their tousled hair and slack stance and oh-so-stupid fashion sense. Pretty boys are always trouble. King is no exception to this rule. He holds an endearment for his own face because it is quite pretty. European influences blessed him with blue eyes, blonde hair, and bright (thought easily burned, blemished, and bruised) skin. In reality, King has quite the baby face, with wide eyes and thin lips and just the cutest nose around. Days spent working out and a strictly vegetarian diet keeps him trim and healthy, especially in the face area.
King is tall, standing about 6'1" when straight backed and confident. He likes to think he's just the right height, being able to both tower over people as well as meet the eyes of those higher than him with a mere crook of the neck. There is a confidence that comes with loving the way you stand or sit, with loving what you can see while walking through crowds. King experiences that feel more often than not, though there are times where his back can bend in worry and his eyes can only meet the ground. Anxious times, when the world is so small that he can't bare to look above and passed it. And when he experiences these bouts of depression and self-hate, King's normally loud and musical voice is nothing more than a dull whimper.
Graphic tees, flannel, and ripped jeans are the norm for Richard King. He dresses comfortably, but often takes time to plan outfits and see which fit him the best. Below all those layers, however, lies King's first secret. Bruises and scars, now old and almost forgotten, run up and down his back like a galaxy. Dead colors, muted purples and greens and blues, stand out against the pale skin. The remnants of abuse. King is said to only fuck around with people at least half-clothed, and all those old scars are the reason why. He hates them, despises them more than anything else in the world, and when he catches a glimpse of his bare back in the mirror he can't help but shiver with rage and distaste and fear. The only past influence he really shows off would be the hideous scar of his left bicep. It has since faded to a white line over the years, but he still gets a bit anxious when people notice and ask about it.


|Habits & Quirks|
♞ Biting his lip to the point of breaking skin.
♞ Whistling, just out of the blue. He whistles really well and it's friggin' weird sometimes.
♞ Tapping his foot, fingers, banging his head, ect. (especially when hes around or writing music)
♞ Flirting. What? It can be considered quirky, especially to those who hate it.
♞ Cracking his knuckles, fingers, shoulders.. He can crack almost every part of his body and it's gross.
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Team spirit, he's a sucker for team work and those victory hugs after a game too.
✔Music in it's purest form. He'll listen to basically anything. His favorite artists currently are a few obscure indie bands and Nicki Minaj
✔Competition in all aspects. King's love winning, but they love the challange of winning even more.
✔Partying, drinking, being-a-general-frat-fuck-boy, ect.
✔Flirting, he's a master of the art and just has an uncontrollable hate/love for people as a whole
✔Nature. He has a secret journal where he keeps flower pressings. He isn't sure why he's so interested in flowers and leaves, it's just something he purely enjoys.
✔Dogs! Just... Dogs!
✘Anything that's as big as his pinky finger and has more legs than him.
✘Complete and utter darkness due to some sour childhood experiences.
✘Losing, he's a sore loser.
✘Storm clouds, rain, strong winds, cloudy days, anything that offers the threat of lightning and thunder.
✘Wishy-washy people, emotional people, people who won't follow his lead
✘"Prudes": people who shame him for wanting to have sex all the time
✘His father, for good reason.
|Fears & Phobias|
☠Thunder storms. Lightning is bright, tunder is loud, and it's all more powerful than he could ever be.
☠Superstitions, ghosts, urban legends, ect. It's from all those damn chain mails he got as a kid!
☠His abusive, pig-headed, asshole-ish father.


|Good Traits|
♞ Charitable
♞ Romantic
♞ Hard-working
♞ Protective 
|Bad Traits|
♞ Blunt
♞ Hot-headed
♞ Persistent (in the worst way)
♞ Utilitarian
|Personality|
King is the true being of a member of Team Blue. From his heated, aggressive way of competing, to his asshole-ish attempts at conversing with those he deems "unworthy", he truly does act like he is the Queen (KING) Bee of the camp. Obviously, this leads to King being a rather big bully. He is a shameless flirt, one who finds joy in seeing others squirm in pleasure, and due to this practice he has become a rather gifted communicator.
King, however, considers himself to be bad at reading people. He never really got emotions, whether they were his own or someone else's, and due to this he often failed at taking others into consideration. King is honest to a fault and blunt as hell, especially when speaking to someone he loathes, though his rude (and often exaggerated) remarks are toned down in the presence of friends. He is needlessly spiteful, and can hold a grudge to the end of time if he so wishes. This trait was adopted by his pig-headed father, who is also the source of King's most deep rooted insecurities and fears.
His genius comes in the form of action. Though he is cunning enough to think on his feet, he relies on his sister tactical brain to make bigger calls and instead acts on her behalf. King trusts his body to get him through even the most strenuous of actions. To have so much trust in one's self may be a huge feat, and even for King he has trouble waking up loving himself, but thanks to that innate narcissism and wish to win he can pump himself up enough to fight on another day.
King is a leader with the wish to win in mind. He fight for the greater good of Team Blue while he is open to suggestions, any talk of losing will be met with a hideous glare and a snarky comment. He would even leave behind a team member if it meant the rest could go on winning. He cherishes those who look out for him above all else, however, and would gladly take a bullet for his dear friends if need be.
|Place of Origin|
Beverly Hills, California
|Background|
The houses of Beverly Hills are his first memory. The glowing palaces that teemed with life and sparkling pools. Richard's own house was much grander than most, as it sat on the top of a very large hill and shown more brighter than the moon at night. It his was marble palace, his home base, his party center and his comfort zone. Within those high walls in the garden he and his kid sister would play and chat and hide away from the woes of everyday life like they were in some kind of teen angst movie. It was perfect.
The only issue within that big house of his would be his parents. Victoria and Henry King. Even at a young age they governed his life, told him what to do and what not to do. They were overbearing, one more so than the other. His mother was loving but hideously busy, and she often brought him candy or things she assumed he was interested in after days of being away. Henry turned into King's nightmare. His father became violent and abusive in King's seventh year of school, saying that he was 'knocking sense into him' after every small mistake King would make.
Basically, Richard was spoiled and beat to the point of no return, and in turn forced to follow his parents' every whim. This was what drove him to reach for things that would otherwise be banned for him in his house, and this was also the cause of his intense need to win. His parents would never value him if he lost. No one would, right? Only winners get remembered.
Camp Liberty was just another activity to sign their son up for. He first went to the sleep-away camp when he was about fourteen, and he's been obsessed with it ever since. There was something winning for himself, not his folks, that seemed to liberate the growing rage inside him. He became the real Richard King when he stood atop his first victory all those years ago. Sure, there have been some squabbles, but in the end Camp Liberty is King's safe place and he wouldn't have it any other way.
|Extra|
UH. ACTING IN MUSICALS?