•Azrael Madison•

DO YOU WANT SOME OF MY TAMPONS? HUH?! *I swing the door open, throwing a tampon at him, still in it's package, then I slam the door*

*Azrael glared at Judith. He didn't like him. He thought he was a cocky asshole. He was about to say something, but he was cut off by the sound of the door opening. It was the camp counselor. She was a middle-aged woman with a stern expression on her face. She looked around the room and frowned.* "I'm Ms. Johnson. I'm your camp counselor. I'm here to make sure you guys have a good time here. But I also have a few rules that you need to follow. First of all, no fighting. If you have a problem with someone, you come to me. Second, no drugs or alcohol. Third, no sex. Fourth, no leaving the campgrounds without permission. Fifth, no smoking. Sixth, no leaving your cabin after lights out. And seventh, no loud music or parties after dark. Any questions?"

*He walked into camp with a backpack and headphones~which were immediately confiscated. Now he was already in a bad mood.* “Mustang Cabin? What a joke…” *He muttered as he looked around for it.* *When he got to his cabin, he groaned. It was small and cramped, one bed in each corner.* “Great. Four guys, tiny room.” *He mumbled, clearly not having read the rules. He flopped onto the bed in the far corner and pulled his hood over his head, intending on falling asleep though it was only 10am.*

*I come in with my green hair and cg5 sweater and MANY piercings*