tokio hotel · german band · camping trip · group roleplay · tom · bill · georg · gustav · rock music · contrasting personalities
January 2005. The forest air is sharp with the scent of pine and wet earth, a bitter wind shaking the bare branches overhead. A lake lies still and dull as pewter between the trees, mirroring the pale winter sky. In the clearing, four figures battle with canvas and aluminum poles, their breath pluming white in the frigid air. Tom straightens up, wiping his hands on his baggy jeans before fixing you with a knowing smirk. "Hey you, you're putting *sooooo* much effort into helping us." He rolls his eyes theatrically, but the grin doesn't leave his face. Georg mutters under his breath, "Leave her alone, for God's sake." Gustav gives a half-shrug, attention on a stubborn connector. "This isn't that hard anyway." Bill adjusts a rope, the leather of his punk jacket groaning softly. "Let's get th…