Camping

[Deleted]

This is just an information page.
Do y'all like the yellow?
Okay done now.

Tired of the city? Bored of getting stuck in miserable traffic and watching prostitutes bang on the street? It sounds like you need a little fresh air! Now you may be wondering - how will I ever get fresh air in a city like New York? Well, silly goose, you won't! You will continue breathing in those awful fumes until you curl up in a sickly ball and die! But fear not - there's help! Camping for one solid week has been proven to decrease your risk of sudden death. 

Enjoy your stay here! There's a small grill, a large lake and plenty of wild life including deer and ants.

I don't even know what I just said.

[Charles Marshall]

(( i53.tinypic.com/8vr98w.jpg ))

Charles wasn't actually sure if anyone was going to even go on this damn camping trip considering that it was just poorly planned all around. The announcements had gone up last weekend asking who was planning on attending and giving the time/dates which he thought was perfectly okay and that was more than enough time but apparently he was wrong. He'd never heard so many girls complain in his life! How could a person seriously not have any camping appropriate clothing? It wasn't like there was a dress code for the trip so why would everyone need 'omg more time to like shop lol'. He had literally just thrown some clothes into his bags and asked a friend who was driving if they'd take them for him.

He could have brought them himself but then he would have had to bring his truck instead of his motorcycle, Bringing the truck just had quite a few various cons to it - the wasted gas, the fact that people would ask for rides, it'd get dirty and possibly damaged. He treated the vehicle like it was literally his own flesh and blood baby. He respected 'Lucy' so much that he didn't even have sex in her because he believed that it would be violating her. He was almost positive that Lucy appreciated this since he'd had her since his sixteenth birthday without even one break down. What could he say? That car was honestly his reason for waking up in the morning, his sunshine.. the reason that he knew that love somehow existed in this crazy world.

He was oddly disappointed when he arrived at the camping site and didn't see anyone. Where was everyone? Did they get lost? Were they dead? Did this place have wifi? Could he still instagram his selfies? What would his followers do if they couldn't see him catching fish shirtless? Or petting that cute little raccoon that he saw in the distance? Or was that a bear? Eh, it's all the same anyway.

[Brittany Snow]

www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=94263651



This was her best chance at meeting some friends. Brittany's hand clutched over the camping informational flyer that was handed out at school. Her other hand on the black steering wheel of her mom's focus. There was no way in hell she was driving Lily all this way. It ran perfect, but the gas mileage ultimately sucked on the '69 chevelle. So she was grateful for her weekend loaner car.

"I really hope not passing along that chain letter won't cause this weekend to be a disaster." She had received a nasty chain message on Facebook earlier that day, but throwing all her supplies together last minute she hadn't had time to respond! She sighed silently scolding herself for talking to herself.

Turning up the dirt road, she pulled to the side. Pulling out her Android from her purse she held it up hoping for a gps signal. Great no service. How was she going to call the police if something bad were to happen. Trying to reassure herself that she was going the right way she began to talk to herself again, "Alright, Brit. I think its just up this hill." She crumpled up the flyer and tossed it in the backseat of the car landing next to her fishing gear.

Parking in the designated area she waved her arms out her rolled down window. "Heey there! Is there wher' sommerset high is 'sposed to be campin?" She called towards the first figure she saw, Charles. She tried to smile, though she remained seated in the safety of her car awaiting his answer. Her doors were locked, but she didn't think that he would notice. She was't too trusting of males in particular, but he did have a nice bike. Her green eyes lingered for a moment on the vehicle -which she assumed belonged to him. She had never actually ridden on one, but back home she would always ride three and four wheelers. She'd always wanted to try, and besides how different could it be to operate?