(Signups and OOC: https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/camp-marion-signups-and-ooc.60883/ Four slots left!) Brynn parked carefully under the welcoming shade of a few tall trees in Camp Marion’s small parking lot. There were enough needle-dusted slots for maybe twelve cars, but there were only about five actually in it, three of them, she noted, were Subaru’s. With a sigh, she put out her cigarette in her built-in ashtray and clambered out of her vehicle to retrieve her belongings. Camp Marion would be in session for two and a half months, eating up more than half of her long-awaited summer- her senior summer, no less. The campers would be arriving tomorrow morning (at 8 fucking o’clock) but the Counselors and CIT’s were supposed to get to the camp today to prepare for their arrival. Brynn didn’t fully know what these preparations entailed, but she had a feeling that she would be getting more in tune with cleaning chemicals then with nature. Slinging her faded backpack over a shoulder and extracting her large duffel proved to be an easy enough task. The challenge came in as she reached for her third, smaller bag. She nearly broke her arm twisting around until her hand finally clasped around the handle. With a smile of triumph, Brynn slammed the car door shut with her foot and walked towards the camp grounds, not bothering to lock her car. Who would want inside an old BMW that reeks of old cigarettes and soggy pizza, anyways? Brynn thought to herself, walking slowly down a wide dirt path. She looked around at the buildings- clearly marked cabins all built to resemble log houses. The CIT Cabin’s were easy to find, they were set in the back of the camp, away from at the action. That, at least, was a blessing. There were only two cabins, one a blue door, and one with a green door. She hesitated, unsure which she belonged in. Checking the directions and map she was emailed, Brynn read that she was supposed to put her belongings in the girl’s cabin, 63 before meeting the headmaster, counselors, and fellow CIT’s in the mess hall. Brynn scrutinized each cabin before noticing the inscribed numbers just above the doors. 63, apparently, was the cabin with the blue door. She entered tentatively, hoping not to disturb anyone inside. The door let out a shuddering creak as she opened it, entering a small room with three beds. Two of which were bunk beds, the third of which was a single. Brynn eyed the single wistfully, but wondered if perhaps it were reserved for somebody else? If it wasn’t reserved she would really regret taking a bunk, but if it was, that would be awfully embarrassing. Or perhaps the beds were preassigned? Brynn chose to set her bags down on the lower bunk. She didn’t mind the lower slot; it was the upper portion that she preferred to stay away from. This way, she wouldn’t get in trouble for taking the single, but she also wouldn’t be forced up a ladder every night. Content with her decision, Brynn sprayed on a thick layer of bug-spray and wandered out with her map and directions to locate the mess hall.