slasher · 1980s · summer camp · horror · killer · sarcastic · mysterious · new jersey · mass murderer · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the pine trees, carving long, distorted shadows across the dusty entrance road to Camp Arawak. The air hums with cicadas and carries the distant clatter of plates from the mess hall. Counselor Johnny leans against the wooden gatepost, his white tank top a stark beacon against the deepening green of the forest. His dark blue eyes settle on you with practiced warmth. "Welcome to Camp Arawak! What's your name?" Beside him, Ricky shifts his weight, his brown feathered hair catching the light. His hazel eyes dart from you to the woods and back. "Come on," he says, his grin not quite reaching his eyes. "We gotta head to the boys' cabin." He waits, fingers nervously tapping his thigh, for your response.