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@summerstealth sent: “ i am not gonna give up that easy. i’m gonna make this way harder than it needs to be. ” for Kayla!!

“You? Giving up? Pfff, thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” Now making things harder than necessary seemed rather taxing, especially on children going to camp, but who was she to question it? She was no expert here, this whole camp counsellor job was new, and she’d been promised the more experienced counsellors would show her the ropes. Gathering up the items to be scavenged, she placed them inside a basket they’d use to carry to each location. “So tell me, what are we going to do to make this hunt a little trickier for the kids? Are there going to be challenges along the way? Doing a task leads to finding the treasure they seek or whatever, that kind of thing? Did they give us ideas, or are you going to… wing it off the top of your head?”

Was she being a little petulant? Maybe. But Deb was getting tired of the way things were being run at the camp. So many of the other counselors were off partying and doing whatever they wanted while ignoring the things that needed to be set up and fixed. Kenny was meant to be in charge of things, but she hadn’t seen him in hours, leaving her to clean up the mess along the way. So after spending the afternoon doing multiple peoples’ jobs and having ninety percent of things go wrong she was more than just a little fed up. At least she could still count on Kay.

“The memo left for me literally just said ‘scavenger hunt’. Except it was spelled wrong and I think someone spilled something on it. If I left it up to half of these people the whole thing would be over in five minutes, and no matter how frustrated I get I’m not going to just throw something together for the sake of checking things off the list. I might not have it planned out, but that’s what I’ve got you for, right? We can figure it out together.” And pin the blame on Kenny if it all ended up going to hell.

Heaving a sigh, Deborah pulled open the door to the maintenance shed, feeling blindly against the wall for a light switch. Finding none, She reached into her own basket for the flashlight she had brought with her, clicking it on and peering into the darkness. “It’s not that late; why are all the lights off already...?”

#downpaths #a body has been discovered!!#it's probably KENNY #slacking off and being dead #>:(#—— 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 ┊(main.)

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summerstealth · 4 years

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isflirt:

▌╳ @summerstealth sent : “ everything you learn comes in handy some day. one way or another. ”

the rifleman meme. || accepting !

▌█ ∵ 💋 ∵ █ ▌ Her features are warm as she looks at the other. Hands flipping through page after page of the books that Deb had brought with her before nodding softly. it was hard to absorb things, having people do things for her or help her more than they should was always the easiest in school. But, if she wanted to go into social work she really had to take it seriously, Deb had been a great resource for help so far. Of course, this was only during down time when the boys weren’t around or she was too bored to do anything else. But, nevertheless she liked the company and it was starting to get easier to learn things and actually stay focused when someone gave tips. ❝ Right, like shotgunning a beer. Okay cool, I can so totally do this now! Who knew, you could be pretty and have brains, now I am a little bit more than halfway to being just like you Deb! ❞

Bringing the books had been an automatic response; there was going to be downtime, and with classes starting in only a couple short months it would be good to not only fill her spare time with her favorite stories, but her studies as well. Someone was bound to make fun of her, but after years of enduring the nicknames and teasing she believe herself to be immune. Or at least she had thought as much before Tiffany happened.

Knots twisted in her stomach as she paused in what she was doing, gaze trailing awkwardly to the girl sitting beside her. When Tiffany had expressed interest in studying Deborah had thought she was joking. What did a girl like that need books for, anyway? And yet despite her misgivings she had decided to help the girl by offering up her own study tips, teaching Tiffany several different ways to retain rapidly absorbed information. For a few moments it had actually been fun--but all too quickly the excitement faded, replaced instead with cold, uneasy dread.

“Please don’t tease me.” Pushing her glasses up her nose, Deborah turned her attention back to the book in front of her. “I know I’m boring, but I just don’t think it’s funny.”

#isflirt #deb is just #?? pretty girl ??? said I'm pretty ???#error noises #—— 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 ┊(main.)

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summerstealth · 4 years

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@ssinz7: Photo by. @heybiblee 앉은자리에서 4시간동안 폭풍수다. 시간이 부족했다고 한다..

#—— 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈┊(face.)

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preptrope:

@summerstealth: " parties aren’t my thing. “

party starters

Face scrunching up just SLIGHTLY in disbelief, Chad shook his head. He shouldn’t have expected anything more. “You don’t mean to tell me you WILLINGLY took up this opportunity to be the ones in charge JUST to be a stick in the mud?” He asked, tilting his head to one side. Sober, Chad wasn’t a man of many words- nor socialization. With alcohol, however- he’d say whatever he pleased. He didn’t KNOW her, she didn’t know him. He was bored already. “What? Gonna call it a night THIS early? C’mon-”

“In charge--we’re responsible for making sure the camp is ready for the kids. That’s why we took this job, Chad.” God, he was annoying. What was he even doing in a place like this? She might have seemed out of place with her ballet flats and comfortable sweaters, but she looked like a regular camper when placed next to Chad Kensington, King of Douche Mountain. She had known him only a short time, but already she was wishing she had those hours back.

“I don’t care if you guys have fun, but it’s really just not for me. Not to mention there’s already a big mess! You guys have just dropped your beer cans and garbage everywhere after we worked all day to get things clean. I’d rather just go back to my cabin and get some rest, honestly. It’s just...too loud in here.”

#preptrope #do an alcohol??#while underaged??#heaven forbid she has fun :(#—— 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 ┊(main.)

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summerstealth · 4 years

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Tagged by: @atnoctum thank you!!

Tagging: Everyone!!

#—— 𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 & 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉┊(hc.)

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victoriasterling:

a plan? well, plans are subjective, she thinks as she rifles through drawers, looking for a set of keys she knows should be somewhere in the house but realistically could be anywhere in the camp. everyone drives the damn car, so the keys usually get left in whatever cabin the most recent driver is staying in. “ shit! “ she hisses in frustration, moving to the next one. “ the plan is to take the car, pick anyone who’s left up, and get the hell out of here, but the fact that the keys are nowhere to be found is kind of fucking with that plan- “ as she speaks she opens the next drawer, and she falls silent as she picks up what was residing within it.

after a moment of contemplation, she looks up at deb, a new spark in her dark eyes. “ alright, new plan. we fix the phone and call the cops. “ she hands her the fuse she’s found, and she resolutely picks up the axe she’d found in the last cabin. “ can you do it? fix the phone box? “ she has no idea how to do this particular task, but she’s well-aware that deb is a brain and has been since kindergarten. “ because i’ll back you up. “

jason’s thrown a sizable wrench in her summer plans. but she has no desire to die, and while she’s scared out of her mind, the primitive part of her recognizes that she must act or die. the opportunity to act has presented itself to her and deb, and she intends to take it.

#.* @summerstealth said: ’ please, tell me you have a plan. ‘

Heart hammering, blood pulsing in her ears--despite the adrenaline pumping through her body Deborah felt completely useless. What was she even supposed to do? Campfire stories were practically a rite of passage, ghost stories and urban legends passed down from generation to generation. Never, in her wildest dreams, would she imagine one to be real. How was she meant to fight against something that ought not exist? Logic told her that Jason couldn’t be real, that people couldn’t be dying, and it was as though all the gears endlessly turning in her mind had suddenly come to a grinding halt.

Thank god for Victoria.

There was something about the girl that helped ground Deborah, helped keep her centered just enough to push back the ever encroaching panic. If she let herself succumb to that fear she would be dead in an instant, torn apart or brutalized like the victims from the stories. Like their friends. If she panicked she would not only doom herself, but Victoria too, and that knowledge alone helped her focus. They were still alive; they could still make it out.

Hopefully.

Deb’s heart sank once she realized the car was not a viable option. Her father might have helped her learn how to fix basic problems with the engine, but he’d never told her what to do if the keys were just gone. People in stories were always hot wiring them, but that hardly seemed like a viable option. But staying put in the camp and calling the cops was dangerous; there was no telling how long it would be. Would they be able to last long enough for a rescue? It wasn’t like they had much of a choice--

“The phone box?” she questioned, taking the fuse with shaking fingers. “O-Of course I can fix it; that’s easy. I’m more worried about how long it’ll take them to get here--providing they even believe us. God, what if they think we’re joking? I’ve got a really bad feeling about this...”

#victoriasterling #I got a little wordsy I'm sorry!!#I'm just excited!!#—— 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 ┊(main.)

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summerstealth · 4 years

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calling her ‘deb’ is all right--she’s come to like the nickname, although it took her a little while to warm up to it initially. her parents always called her by her full name, but sometime in middle school her small group of friends began to reinvent themselves, giving each other nicknames and encouraging deborah to do the same. although she still prefers the sound of her full name, ‘deb’ has become familiar enough that she doesn’t think much about it.

‘debbie’, though, has never sat well with her. she feels that it’s more of a preppy name, something a popular girl would go by, and she believes it doesn’t suit her at all. ‘debbie’ is bubbly and cheerful, whereas she’s more withdrawn and calm. however if you call her ‘debbie’ she will just smile and say nothing, because it’s easier not to cause a scene.

#—— 𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 & 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉┊(hc.)#pls help her loosen up

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