{EDCT} Setting Up Shop (Open)

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor cast a short glance over his shoulder as he slipped into his assigned cabin.  He'd been busy in the day leading up to the camping trip and it was time for his effort to come to fruition.  A blanket and pillow from his dorm was already spread out across his claimed bed and he hurried toward it, carefully setting his duffel bag on the floor beside him.  He practically slid to his knees in his rush and began feeling around the floorboards, his face lighting up as one of them popped out of place.  Moving the dusty length of wood to the side he let out a low chuckle.  There, beneath the floor of the cabin, resting in a perfectly dug out spot, sat a simple, yet well crafted, wooden chest.  The awe and pure rapture that came with opening the chest felt as though it should have been accompanied by a soft, heavenly glow from inside.  Instead, Trevor gazed over the various colored glass bottles gleaming in the overhead light.

"Oh, you are beautiful."  Trevor said, running a hand along the glass.  Pulling open another compartment in the chest revealed a series of small, plastic baggies neatly arranged in order of type and price along with a handful of small pill bottles marked in code with black ink.  He didn't get the chance to revel in his genius for long, though, as the sound of someone moving up the steps leading to the cabin snapped Trevor back to reality.  Quickly he moved the board back into place and pushed it down before getting to his feet.  Glancing toward the cabin door as it opened, Trevor gave a nod.  "Hey."  He said, leaning over and smoothing out the blanket as if he'd just made his bed.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR wasn't so sure if he could really go through all of this camping phooey. Without being bunked in the same cabin as Ben this was going to be a really long trip, no doubt the guys in his cabin will all be loud and annoying. He stood outside the door breathing deeply, psyching himself up. After a few more moments of controlling his breathing, LDR walked in. He was both relieved and terrified that there was only person in the cabin. Relieved because he wouldn't have to deal with too many people and terrified because he would have to have an actual conversation.

"H-H-H-Hey..." LDR moved slowly towards a bunk on the side of the cabin "O-O-Ohhh I-I-I'm L-L...LDR, y-you?"

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor heard the footsteps drawing closer to the cabin but they'd stopped, leaving him ample time to fully secure his illicit goods and smooth out the blankets on his bed. He watched the door curiously, waiting for it to open. When it finally did and the boy who would be one of his cabin mates for the duration of the trip stepped in and spoke, everything made sense. A stutter and a nervous look was all Trevor needed to figure this kid out. Or so he thought.

"Trevor." He said giving a short, two fingered salute while LDR crossed the room toward an unclaimed bunk. Trevor's eyes followed the boy the entire way, taking in every nuance and detail of LDR's gait and body language. It seemed as though Trevor would need to put more stock in his first impressions of people. They were often remarkably accurate. "You don't look like you really want to be here, LDR." Trevor said, turning and flopping down on his bed. He stretched out atop the blankets and placed his hands behind his head. "Trying something different, I'm guessing? Looking to get out there and meet new people?"

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR sat uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, twiddling his thumbs as Trevor spoke. After noticing Trevor's eyes watching him, LDR decided he didn't like this guy. He seemed to recall not liking this guy before but couldn't place him anywhere. Maybe he had a couple classes with the guy? Probably, LDR didn't really pay attention to who were in his classes. He bent over and started looking through his bag. At Trevor's question he just shrugged "D-D-D-Didn't ha-ha-have a cho-oice..."

Whilst looking through the bag LDR accidentally chucked out an old tin box out of it. His eyes flicked up to Trevor. Then the box. Then Trevor again. He slowly moved forward, picking the box off the floor and sliding it into his hoodie "Ar-Aren't yo-you in my...ch-chem cl-cl-class or so-something?" He wiped his nose, looking over at the guy with his eyes slightly bloodshot. Couldn't he just go hang somewhere else until he had to just crash? Maybe he'd go see Ben or something...