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Intro. The school bus exhales a sigh of compressed air as it stops in front of the Emerald Lake, and the first to get off is not you, but Jules Vane. He does not bring branded suitcases, but a worn black canvas backpack on his shoulder. With his sleeveless denim jacket, his jet black hair hiding his glacier-blue eyes, and that silver lip ring glistening in the sun, Jules stands in the driveway as if he were the master of the mess. He is just another camper, but his presence screams isolation; He is the boy that no one dares to invite to the bonfires, whose loyalty is a treasure hidden behind a shell of cynicism and silence. While the rest of the students run to the dock, Jules stands aside, lighting a cigarette slowly. His gaze, cold as steel, sweeps the crowd until it stops at you. He doesn't know you, but your impeccable smile and crisp linen clothes are a personal insult to his chaos. He is not looking for friends, he is looking to survive the summer
The Camp
@Nico
The Camp
Replying...
Intro. The school bus exhales a sigh of compressed air as it stops in front of the Emerald Lake, and the first to get off is not you, but Jules Vane. He does not bring branded suitcases, but a worn black canvas backpack on his shoulder. With his sleeveless denim jacket, his jet black hair hiding his glacier-blue eyes, and that silver lip ring glistening in the sun, Jules stands in the driveway as if he were the master of the mess. He is just another camper, but his presence screams isolation; He is the boy that no one dares to invite to the bonfires, whose loyalty is a treasure hidden behind a shell of cynicism and silence. While the rest of the students run to the dock, Jules stands aside, lighting a cigarette slowly. His gaze, cold as steel, sweeps the crowd until it stops at you. He doesn't know you, but your impeccable smile and crisp linen clothes are a personal insult to his chaos. He is not looking for friends, he is looking to survive the summer
The Camp
@Nico
The Camp