Camp Wicapiwakan (OPEN)

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Dalton looked at them both like they were crazy. "Who me? I am the soul of honor and uh.... I am the soul of something, I suppose, but it escapes me at the moment. Still, I like the sound of licking. Is someone getting licked?" He put on his best hopeful face, causing Mia to laugh, and run her tongue over her lips.

"Maybe if your very, very good Doll. That is his nick name you know. Hi, I'm Mia and I will be your fearless leader for this week. This is Doll, and he is as fake and feckless as a Ken doll, but he sure is pretty to look at." Her accent had abated a bit. She put an arm around Dev's shoulder. "Stick with me if you want to live. If you let him get alone with you for very long, that's your own damned fault." She gave Dalton a look that was only half joking, before turning to her camper.

"Right ya'll. What's it gonna be? Dinner is in two hours. We have enough time to join Keith Partridge here for his dirty games and debauchery, or we can go take a dip in the pool. If you wall wanna go, then I will too, but if anyone wants to stay behind, then we'll head to the pool. We need to people to go though, if we're gonna get any points for it."

There were four other people in Dev's cabin. One was a tall black man light mocha skin and a thick beard. He had corded muscles on his legs, chest and arms, but a hint of a belly. From the graying of his beard and the lines in his face, he was probably in his late fifties. He wore a pair of red board shorts, flip-flops and nothing else.

Next to him was a black woman of approximately the same age. She about fifty pounds overweight, with a belly and thick thighs, but her breasts were heavy and impressive. She wore nothing, but had her bandana on her head, to keep the sun off. Her graying braids extended past her shoulders. She had a kindly face and thick round glasses. On her feet were a very sensible pair of hiking boots, with white socks.

Lastly there was a thin, reedy fellow with a bald head and multiple tattoos. They extended over his entire body and were dark and tribal in nature. In his ear lobes were one inch wooden disks and he sported a silver nose ring. Despite this, there was something friendly, and boyish about his face. He wore a black speedo and red sneakers without socks.

 

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((Unless I missed one, you only described 3 - not 4. The black couple and the due with the nose ring. Unless you also meant the counselor or Dev herself?))

Dev nodded to the trio politely. The one with the tats was amusing to her for some reason; she wasn't quite sure why. But while the black couple were all for the games, the tattooed dude - who struck her as Native American - said he wanted to check out the crafts hut and finish a piece he'd been working on before he left to come here. Curious and not ready to dive right in just yet, Dev thought a moment before shrugging.

"I'll join you if you like. I don't know much about Indian crafts, except that beaded purses look cool."

The Native American laughed and shrugged as well, saying he didn't mind at all. He asked her name, and she told him. After speaking to her, he turned his eyes toward the female counselor.

"I am Keewai Wolfblood. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dev. Will you be joining us, counselor, or heading to the games you mentioned?"

 

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phone post. forgive mistakes

Mia cocked her head for a moment. "Since the Bakers", she glanced at the black couple, "are going to the games, I might as well come with you, but I do want to jump in the pool before dinner." DShe trode out of the cabin and Dev and Kewaii followed. Other groups were leaving their cabins also. Some were headed toward the games and some toward the pool. Mia lead them down a path in back of the cabins, to the crafts hut.

The crafts hut was a twelve foot high log cabin with a wrap around porch. There were rustic rockers and benches along the porch where folks could sit and knit or widdle. There were modern windows set in the walls with metal mesh over them. A thin woman wearing a pair of faded jeans and an ACDC shirt sat on the porch, carving a block of wood with a knife. She had long, wavy red hair, pulled into two braids, and a narrow, pale face. Her bare feet tapped a rhythm as she hummed a rock tune under her breath. On her nose was perched a pair black plastic horn rimmed glasses.

She looked up as the group approached and shoved her glasses up again. She waved at then with her carving knife, and then realizing she had done so, gave a sheepish grin. "Hi ya Mia. Got some new blood with ya, eh?" Her voice sounded Minnesotan or possible Canadian.

 

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Dev followed the others silently to the crafts hut as the black couple split from the group to go their own way. It wasn't a huge hut, but it was large enough to comfortably accommodate several people or projects (or both). The girl out front looked kinda cool until you got to the stereotypical nerd glasses, but to each their own. Besides, Dev wasn't here for the dames. She was here for the dudes, gorgeous things that they were. It was too bad they didn't all look like the head dude, but that was okay. It would've gotten boring in such a case.

The native dude greeted the girl outside and glanced at what she was working on, but then headed into the hut. Dev, though, wasn't entirely certain what it was. It didn't actually look like much of anything yet.

"What're you whittlin'?" she asked.

((Sorry for the short post. Do you mind if I bring in a second char later, like maybe on a late bus or something?))

 

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"Well, I thought at first it might be a dildo, but now I'm pretty sure it's a flute. I'm thinking of going all Jethro Tull and romping through the forest of some shit like that."

The girl looked over at Dev's Indian companion. "Wow, killer tats dude! Check out these eh!" She lifted the lower half of her shirt to show a tattoo.

She looked over Dev with speculation. "Hi'ya. I'm Harley. So, you got any tats to show us little lady? Don't be shy now!" As she talked, she continued to chew gum. At one point she blew a big purple bubble.

OOC: my post was also short- bring in anyone you wish- they can be the last person for your cabin

 

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Clearly an energetic girl, this girl seemed to have named herself after a popular American motorcycle. Dev didn't know who Jethro Tull was, but she got the feeling he was someone important. She decided to ignore that for now, then; maybe it would come up again in some future conversation, or maybe not. Either way, it probably wasn't all that important. Dev didn't really like the tats the girl showed on her belly, but then, she'd never been a fan of guns; if you were gonna shoot something, it should be with an arrow you could then remove - not with a hot piece of lead that you had to dig out with a buck knife. Or maybe she was just a little too naturist for her own good. Whatever.

When she was asked about her own tattoos, she merely shrugged at first.

"Yeah, I have a couple."

Turning her right side toward Harley, she lifted up her shirt almost to the armpit to reveal the tiger lilies Dalton had seen earlier. After a moment, she dropped the side of her blouse to pull it up from over her stomach. There, she revealed a tattoo of the Earth goddess Gaia. It was a recent job, finished only a week ago just above her groin; the antlers stretched up to flank her belly button.

"I also have this one."

Then she let her shirt down again and smiled.

"The other two you'll see soon enough."

((Found a couple more tats to add...I'll post 'em in the post where she goes au naturale, though. Nice surprise, I think.))

 

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Keewai had watch this exchange intensely. He turned slowly, showing off his own body art, but did not say much. A friendly grin lit up his face. Despite the extremeness of his body modifications, he seemed a well grounded, happy man.

The blond girl shrugged. "Well, better let you go see what Kiki wants to show you. He's been working on something in there for the past few days, he ain't offered to show me." Keewai rolled his eyes upwards. "Maybe that is because you have not asked me, Harhar." The two grinned at each other. letting Dev know they were kidding.

Both had arrived at camp a few days early. Keewai actually worked at the camp leading the grounds crew, but also participated in a lot of the programs. Harley was Mia's niece and had tagged along to get away from her parents. Being an eighteen year old woman, in a house with two Southern Baptist parents, did not make for a good summer vacation.

 

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Dev smirked at the joke. Yeah, they were real serious, all right. She could totally tell by the way they weren't smiling at all. The two obviously got along well, and Keewai did have some pretty impressive tats. Native Americans were typically skilled at hand crafts, though, and Dev was curious.

"Okay, so what is it? The dildo she decided not to make?" she joked.

((Sorry again for the short post. I really, really can't think of what to post right now. -_- I'll try to eta later unless you post first. But you don't have to wait if you don't want to.))

 

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Keewai opened the door of the hut. "Well come in and I will show you." Dev followed him into the hut and found a room full of work tables covered with dried paint. The room had shelf after she'll of supplies and there were hanging models of butterflies and airplanes everywhere.

He lead Dev over to a corner where there was a statue of a man, half carved out of oak. He stood about three feet high, was naked and had the long flowing hair of an Indian warrior. He was jumping onto the back of what was to become a palimino pony. His phallis was erect and large for his size and in one hand he held a spear.

 

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The crafts hut was a lot larger on the inside than it looked to be from the outside, or so it seemed. There was a lot of space in which to work on whatever project you could think of - including the one Keewai led her to. She couldn't help but stop and stare as he examined it for flaws to work out and new ideas to add to it or to use to perfect it. It truly was a work of art. Of course, as her eyes roamed all over the sculpture, they eventually landed on something that made her grin. She could only imagine what playing with a work of art might be like, but she decided then and there that she probably wouldn't mind finding out.

"So, it IS a dildo," she said as she admired the fine details of the muscles, hair, and face. "Beautifully carved, though - and not just the good part."

This last she said with a wink. Truly, it was well-done. Obviously a break from "traditional" Native American art, it was nonetheless a piece that Dev was certain would fetch a pretty penny almost anywhere - not that he intended to sell it; he probably didn't. Or maybe he did? Dev mentally shrugged, not sure and not really caring; it wasn't her business. But it was a nicely done sculpture.

"You do a lot of artwork like this? Sculptures, I mean. Not just nude Natives," she said with a giggle.

 

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Kewaii wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Are you volunteering to pose so I can do something besides Indians?" He ran an apprasing eye over Dev and his gaze held at her crotch for just a moment to long. "It keeps me busy when I am not designing websites. I graduated art college five years ago, but website design has been my bread and butter."

He grinned at Dev. "You can touch him if you want to. I intend my works to be experienced with all of the senses." He looked her over again. "I paint too. I wouldn't mid having you pose for me. Your a skinny white girl, but you've got pretty face and awesome eyes."

Kewaii had never been shy to say what came into his head. His father had been a school teacher and a Native American. He had raised him by himself after his Mom died when he was three. His dad did not know much about his people and had married a girl who was hald Mexican American and half Brasilian. Key had grown up in a suburb of Chicago.

He had attended university getting a double in Art and Native American studies. He still lived in the modern white world, but felt more closely connected to his heritage than he had. He had also tracked down his father's family and gotten to know them for the first time.