When the bus pulled up to the archway outside Camp Balsam, the teenagers aboard were mostly ecstatic to get off of it. It was a town bus, one that took the new and old campers to the camp grounds every single year, without fail. But because it was a public bus, it had all of the 'charming' quirks one would expect. Strange stains on the seats, a smell that never seemed to go away no matter how open the windows were. It served it's purpose, even if it was a sub-par performance.
The teens on the bus, though, were happy for a myriad of reasons. Some of them were just glad to get off of the bus, sure. Others, though, were excited to be back–others still, only there their first summer–to Camp Balsam. One girl, however, was incredibly grateful to finally be off of the moving vehicle. Red hair pulled up into a ponytail, eyes lined with sharp wings of eyeliner and dressed in clothing more expensive than some people's cars, she looked so out of place it was slightly funny. At least she wasn't the only one, though. Just one of likely only two or three currently fending off a panic attack.
They were greeted as soon as they got off the bus by two counselors, one wearing a sunflower-yellow t-shirt and the other, green.
"Welcome to Camp Balsam!" The one in yellow greeted, face split in a happy grin as they waved. Their hair was cut short, and dyed a bright shade of blue that almost hurt to look at. Stood at a good foot or two shorter than their female companion in green, they looked almost like a small animal, bouncing constantly without stopping. "When you hear your name called, please sound off. Haze-er, new campers, please make your way over to Jane here-" They gestured to their companion. "-so she can show you all to your cabin and answer any questions you have. I'll meet up a bit later to take you all to orientation. Old campers, sign in with your counselors and get settled in, then head to the Pit!"
