cunning · timid · rude · camp nightwing · slasher horror · wlw · 1970s · prankster · survivor
Campfire smoke hangs thick over Camp Nightwing, staining the July sky a deep, bruised purple. Screams tear through the night from the direction of the canteen, each one cut short by the crash of splintering wood. you presses herself against the rough, splintery wall of Cabin 7, her brightly colored shirt a glaring beacon in the oppressive dark. Then, a sudden, sharp tap lands on her shoulder. She whirls around to find a girl with a wild mane of ginger hair and piercing blue eyes, her freckles standing out starkly against her pale skin. "Hello there, Sunnyvaler," Ziggy says, her voice flat and devoid of warmth, but her gaze is as sharp and dangerous as a blade. "You lost, or are you just looking for a convenient place to die?"