____________________________________ Camp ThinkerRock: Summer Camp for Aspiring Superheroes. [ IC | OOC ] ____________________________________ Jago, & Newt Javuant, Diego Bellemont, & Claudette Jean-Pierre. A big grey bus roamed through the streets of a small town. It looked the exact same as a school bus, but on the side "CAMP THINKERROCK" was painted on the side in all black. The windows are tinted to the point where no one could see into them.... but the campers couldn't see out of them ether. The inhabitants of this town have seen this bus a lot. They're told that there's an exclusive summer camp in the area of the town, which only lets in certain rich people. That is the guise. The locals think it's a summer camp, when it's training grounds for super humans. What helps is that the Camp isn't well known at all. What they don't know won't hurt them. The strange things that appear to be coming out of the camp stated to be performances. Not a great excuse, but nobody asks questions. People saw the bus, and knew exactly where it was going. There were many questions about what goes on in that camp. Of course, the campers are going to see first hand the madness of the camp. The inside of the bus was simple. It was set up like any other school bus, two rows of seats. The seats are out of a fine leather and were quite comfortable. Good enough to sleep on (Likely their intention). Above the seats were racks where the campers could put some of their belongings. They weren't too used since the bus had a luggage compartment on the bus's underside. "Ugh..." Jago groaned, twisting his face up into a frown. He had kicked his feet up on the seat in front of him, and had his hands behind his head. Aw schucks. If they were forcing everyone to come here, couldn't they have made things less boring? Then again, maybe he was expecting too much of this place. Last camp Jago went to was a disciplinary camp, and, man, he didn't have a good time. It was like prison, but with less ass-rape. But that was when his magic powers awakened, so he couldn't complain too much. Matter fact, this place is a prison. The twins had arrested, and the big bad feds sent them here. On a big grey chariot.... So isn't that the definition of a prison? Man, the kiddy-diddlers are waiting for him at the entrance. But these fuckers will learn that Jago shields his asshole. Now that they're here, he should see about who else the twins are going to be spending time in the camp with. Might as well. Since Jago's gonna be king of this camp in no time, baby! Jago turned his head. There were quite a few kiddos in the bus, yeah. He wondered what they could do, but, then again, plenty of them looked like a bunch of lil' bitches. Jago turned his head and gave their new "friends" a good hard look. First bitch that caught Jago's eye was some pale ass piece of white trash. Chick looked like a bonafide emo bitch. It's an accomplishment when your face is paler than your ass. She's unimportant, since she'll be too busy cutting herself to get anything done, ha! Next up was some Puerto-Rican dude, a few years older than himself. Was pretty buff, looked like he's seen some action. At least, he has to have to get sent here. Because why else would someone like him show up here? The next girl was another black girl. Didn't exactly look like she belonged here. She was dark. Like really dark. She looked a little bit like Newt with those afro-puffs though. Unlike these other losers, she looked like she came here by choice. Then again, the quiet, meek, ones are always the first to snap. Next up was the other white person on this bus ride, and he was so unnoticeable that Jago didn't even care too much. Guy had muscle to him, a real beefcake. That was it. He wondered if he should put the Beefcake on his ass the first chance he got. Next up was a kid all the way in the back. Didn't look too confident, eh? He was Spanish like the other guy, probably Puerto-Rican. Who knows. Jago isn't an expert on the Spanish people. He was reading a Bible? Yup. A Bible-Humper. He was gonna tell everyone about the good word of the Lord any second now. Only Lord and Savior the pretty girls need to take into their lives is Jago's dick. Last but not least, there was a tiny little black girl. Definitely around ten or something. All sent here? Isn't that racist as all hell? Four black kids, and two Hispanic kids, got arrested and sent here? Pttf, man, no black kids want to go to summer camp. But hey, at least the Javuants won't be the token blacks here. There were more kids, but they were faceless until more characters appear. Good grief, just good grief. Looks like Camp is just gonna be "super". "I hate this place already." Jago slunk down in his chair, speaking to his twin sister. "Everyone looks like a bitch or a loser." Newt giggled a bit. She was eyeballing the Haitian girl, before she turned back to Jago, "I don't know, some of these people are cute." Before she laughed again. "Riiiiight, riiiiight," Jago brushed a dread out of his face. Before he thought about all the fun he could have by screwing with these people. Well, looks can be deceiving, and Jago will never do anything by sitting here. He gotta introduce himself. Make the world know that he's the big dog. Who should he start with. The wimpy kid with the Bible in back, yeah. Jago turned his head back and gave Diego a look, "Hey kid," Jago said to get his attention. "What did you do to get sent to a place like this?" A stupid question. Diego looked up at Jago... they were around the same age, but Jago looked like a punk. The boy had confidence around him, Diego could tell. But he kept the Bible in his hand as he nervously answered, "Uh... I'm not allowed to talk about it." "Pttf, whatever. I bet it was some really raw shit." Jago sat down. Looks like Bible-kid isn't going to give him that. He's gonna have to get it from somewhere else then! "How about you?" Jago pointed at Richard, before his finger went to Bianca, "Or you, My Chemical Romance, what did you do to come here? Cutting yourself doesn't count." Jago only spoke to Bianca because he had a long list of jabs to make at her. What, with looking like an emo. She'll be fun to screw with. '... I can tell that boy is going to be a pest. You should take him out while you have the chance' The demonic voice in Diego's head, Agni, spoke. A reminder of his sin. 'Shut up, Agni, I don't want any trouble.' Diego replied. 'He's gonna give it to you. In fact, look around you.' Just as Agni cued, Diego looked around. 'Every person here is for the same reason you are. They've done something bad... you're going to what amounts to be prison. They're going to take advantage of your weakness if you show it....' I'll be fine, Agni... Hehehehe... when you aren't... you know who to bargain with to fix that. Hahahahahaha.... Agni replied, before he stopped talking.