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Supernova
- Joined
- May 8, 2011
Laurent Seeder didn't really want to be here.
But that was the point. He had a few disagreement with some officers, half a year back. They didn't like the way he partied, or the way he refused their authority. They were right, of course, Laurent knew the law didn't condone the way he spent his nights, but these impulses in him didn't really listen. He didn't try to stop them, either. There were things that he wanted, and he fed his appetites shamelessly, these days. Sometimes they were violent, and sometime they were carnal. That night they had been both.
So he had his 18th birthday in juvie, and now his parents had talked the powers that be into letting him spend his summer at camp. He's a good kid, all that bullshit. He knew they were done with him because who lets a violent offender be a counselor at a place like this, even if it was official in his child record and he was now an adult for about two months? They just didn't care, which put them on equal ground as him, he supposed.
The dark-haired youth was a tall creature. He hadn't filled out fully, but his shoulders were coming along, and his nightly life had eaten up most of the babyfat on his face, digging out his father's prominent facial bones but leaving his mother's sturdy lashes. Boy lips in a scowl. He wore the beige shirt unbuttoned over a black tanktop. Sleeves rolled. Sitting here while the rest of the leading troop had their powwow by the bridge, he looked out over the lake, and what else he could see of this Jubilee place. A small town was about an hour away, but he'd seen both a convenience store and two gasstations between there and here. The water was warm, the welcome committee had said, but no skinny dipping, especially after dark - one of the offenses that you would be kicked out for, and with a permanent stain on you counselor record. It was the closest he'd been to laughing since getting in the car that dad drove here.
There was some contraband in his luggage, but he had to ration it out. All fucking summer, they'd said.
Didn't really care about the kids. There was some heavy lifting and doings available and he figure he'd call dibs on that to avoid them. Maybe blow off some steam while the other counselors tired out the younglings. He had to save his mental stress tolerance for the peppy crowd. Laurent shifted on the boulder he leaned against. The shadow of the large tree was welcome, and he imagined he'd be chasing its like all the way through this.
But it wasn't all shit.
This kind of open space stirred a sense of freedom in him, despite having been forced to come here, and there'd be plenty of opportunities for solitude when the other staff were busy playing babysitters. He didn't imagine they'd be nightowls, either. Also, there was this absolute smoke show of an experienced counselor on here. He had clocked her the moment he walked in, and the not so subtle way she'd excused a few buttons on her shirt. Her-- personality was bouncy. He needed to do something about her, with her. The way she smiled and really seemed into all of this, had him thinking she might make that easier for him. What kind of adult keeps seeking this kind of place out? He was willing to find out, if only to use it to his advantage. If he were to guess, there was something innocent with her, or, maybe something repressed. He also kind of recognized her. Had he seen her before? He smiled to himself as he pushed off the rock. Maybe in his spankbank.
He looked over at the others. They had to be done soon. How long could a bunch of people stand around and cheer each other on? He popped his lips and stuck his hands in his shorts pockets.
But that was the point. He had a few disagreement with some officers, half a year back. They didn't like the way he partied, or the way he refused their authority. They were right, of course, Laurent knew the law didn't condone the way he spent his nights, but these impulses in him didn't really listen. He didn't try to stop them, either. There were things that he wanted, and he fed his appetites shamelessly, these days. Sometimes they were violent, and sometime they were carnal. That night they had been both.
So he had his 18th birthday in juvie, and now his parents had talked the powers that be into letting him spend his summer at camp. He's a good kid, all that bullshit. He knew they were done with him because who lets a violent offender be a counselor at a place like this, even if it was official in his child record and he was now an adult for about two months? They just didn't care, which put them on equal ground as him, he supposed.
The dark-haired youth was a tall creature. He hadn't filled out fully, but his shoulders were coming along, and his nightly life had eaten up most of the babyfat on his face, digging out his father's prominent facial bones but leaving his mother's sturdy lashes. Boy lips in a scowl. He wore the beige shirt unbuttoned over a black tanktop. Sleeves rolled. Sitting here while the rest of the leading troop had their powwow by the bridge, he looked out over the lake, and what else he could see of this Jubilee place. A small town was about an hour away, but he'd seen both a convenience store and two gasstations between there and here. The water was warm, the welcome committee had said, but no skinny dipping, especially after dark - one of the offenses that you would be kicked out for, and with a permanent stain on you counselor record. It was the closest he'd been to laughing since getting in the car that dad drove here.
There was some contraband in his luggage, but he had to ration it out. All fucking summer, they'd said.
Didn't really care about the kids. There was some heavy lifting and doings available and he figure he'd call dibs on that to avoid them. Maybe blow off some steam while the other counselors tired out the younglings. He had to save his mental stress tolerance for the peppy crowd. Laurent shifted on the boulder he leaned against. The shadow of the large tree was welcome, and he imagined he'd be chasing its like all the way through this.
But it wasn't all shit.
This kind of open space stirred a sense of freedom in him, despite having been forced to come here, and there'd be plenty of opportunities for solitude when the other staff were busy playing babysitters. He didn't imagine they'd be nightowls, either. Also, there was this absolute smoke show of an experienced counselor on here. He had clocked her the moment he walked in, and the not so subtle way she'd excused a few buttons on her shirt. Her-- personality was bouncy. He needed to do something about her, with her. The way she smiled and really seemed into all of this, had him thinking she might make that easier for him. What kind of adult keeps seeking this kind of place out? He was willing to find out, if only to use it to his advantage. If he were to guess, there was something innocent with her, or, maybe something repressed. He also kind of recognized her. Had he seen her before? He smiled to himself as he pushed off the rock. Maybe in his spankbank.
He looked over at the others. They had to be done soon. How long could a bunch of people stand around and cheer each other on? He popped his lips and stuck his hands in his shorts pockets.