Camp Onyx

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *I have False Ego of Sadness and Hatred (Mercury Flavoured ofc), Pending on Approval, and Theoretical Plant*

 *Uhhhh just choose whoever you want :3 ill do taylor*

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*I'm free for rp all day tomorrow and for tonight. I have Taylor, Cass, and some dumb ones I forgot about because they suck*

 *I have False Ego of Sadness and Hatred (Mercury Flavoured ofc), Pending on Approval, and Theoretical Plant*

 *Uhhhh just choose whoever you want :3 ill do taylor*

 A 19 year old is walking around camp grounds, her hair at a medium length, almost a layered bob in shape. Said hair is rather fluffy, and also... greenish? Not dyed. Like a plant. The person is wearing semi fashion, semi functional clothing, but not what you'd expect from a super; a white cropped tank top, with a grease stain on it. She wears large tactical pants, with large pockets, each main thigh pocket able to fit an MRE, like military pants, but in a black colour. She's talking to herself about counselors, or maybe the idea of them? Whatever she's saying she's growing birch bark on her hand, and painlessly taking off strips, as if her body can somehow generate flesh after plant matter it turned into is gone (idk i'm tired and i'm trying to explain nonsense), and writing notes in expensive ink on it. Before dropping the pen on her chest and loudly swearing, as that was a fountain pen, and now her tank top is even more stained.