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Victoria arrived at the cabin after driving and following the GPS. She parked her hot pink Dodge SRT-4 that had a black rose decal on both sides of the car and a black widow decal above her rear bumper. She opened the door and got out, she was wearing a red hoodie, black skater shoes with a little gray on them, a white t-shirt on underneath her hoodie, black bell bottomed jeans, white rimmed sunglasses with black lenses and a necklace that's pendant was a red rose on a spider web. Finally got here. She thought to herself as she got her messenger bag that had buttons on it and other countries flags on it to represent what's in her blood; Scottish, Norwegian, American, Brittish and Italian. She put her messenger bag over her shoulder and got her two suitcases out of the trunk. After she got her suitcases out of the trunk she set them down and closed the trunk, she turned the alarm on in her car and walked to the front of the cabin.

~Zachary Matthews~
"Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense." -Helen Rowland

Zac climbed out of his Gold Malibu, he looked around at the scenery, "This is going to be fun." he said to himself as he grabbed his stuff. He spotted Victoria, " You ready for a fun time chika?" he asked her with a smile

~Zachary Matthews~
"Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense." -Helen Rowland

Zac laughed, the scenery made him a little happier than usual, not that he was a depressed person, but he usually gave off a 'step-off' attitude. "Where is everybody else?" he asked looking around

~Zachary Matthews~
"Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense." -Helen Rowland

Zac smirked, "Good, you take the 'Tomb of Doom' and I'll find a normal room to sleep in" he said as he headed in, but he smiled to let her know he was kidding.

Michealangelo, better known as Jack, drove up the driveway in his broken down car. He stopped beside his sisters car and then got out, biting his lip and then lighting up a cigarrette. Angry at himself, he spat the cigarrette out. He hated smoking he just can't kick the habit. Maybe this summer he will actually throw the habit. He threw the pack as far as he could and it fell somewhere in the forest, and a small thump could be heard as it fell into a trash can. Sighing, Jack looked around and saw his friend, which he had a slight crush on, retreat into a cabin. He went over to the one that was two over and found his sister, setting up. "Hey, Scar, can I stay with you for a few, I'm a tad bit paranoid as you know." He said, glancing over his shoulder nervously.

“Adieu! Adieu, ma mère et mon père!” [Farewell! Farewell, Mother and Father!] Leroux called as he pushed himself up onto the toes of his boots, waving frantically at the black Buick that sped off down the winding dirt road. His over-stuffed, charcoal duffle laid at his feet on his left. As soon as his lesson was spent a few hours ago, he had dialed his parents on their way to pick him up and he insisted they dropped him off at the cabin.

Leroux coughed lightly as he peeled off his white cloth gloves and he glanced down at his fitted uniform: a soft black-wool coat hugged his slim physique and his white button-up undershirt peeked out from beneath his coat. He smoothed the lapels of the fitted coat, his long fingers brushed over the wide, black tie cinched around his neck, and he touched the quaint brass buttons fastening his coat shut. He didn’t wear his equestrian uniform very often around his friends and he felt a little uneasy as he dusted off his white slacks, making sure they were tucked nicely into his knee-high black leather boots.

He straightened to his full height, rolling his shoulders as he stuffed his gloves into his right coat pocket, and he snatched his duffle up from the ground and looped the strap over his left shoulder, his black rider’s helm bonked against the side of his bag as he turned and walked down the remaining traces of the road to the cabin.



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Leroux paused just in front of the cabin door and he took a deep breath, glancing himself over. He looked fine, right? He sighed, raising his free right hand to tousle his dark tress, and his hair fell over his pale blue eyes. ‘Ah! Mon Dieu! Victoria’s in there,’ he thought and he closed his eyes as he leaned forward and bonked his brow against the heavy wood-frame. He felt it give and the door swung open, ‘Yoshi mustn’t have closed it completely… or was that Jack I just saw?’

His eyes met Victoria’s and he blinked at her a few times. Th-thump! Th-thump! He inhaled sharply and he chewed on the inside of his bottom lip before he raised his right hand and gave a meek wave to her and Zac, glancing briefly over at Jack. “Bonne journée,” [Good day,] he said quietly as he stepped through the doorway and knocked the door shut with the heel of his left boot, “‘ow is everyone? You all ‘ave arrived safely, I presume, yes?” He forced himself to not smooth his hand over his uniform and he met the threesomes eyes in turn, though his gaze lingered a heartbeat on Victoria’s piercing blue gaze. “‘Ow vas ze trip ‘ere? Good? Bad? Bored out of your mind, yes?” Leroux knew he was rambling, trying not to draw any more attention to himself than was needed, and he tapped his long fingers against the side of his black helm buckled to the strap of his duffle.