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The first part in another awesome, not to mention incredibly lucrative, RP/art jam hosted by on Instagram, which gave me another excuse to revive a neglected character. Because these were a lot more in-depth than the last one I did with Cali, I'll post more description in each post if I can.
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"But Niiiiiiiiiiick..." Rebecca whined, her massive backpack feeling like the weight of the world on her shoulders, "I don't wanna!"

Nick's car door slammed before the entire sentence had left her mouth.

"Sorry, can't hear ya!" he called out the window as he shifted gears and sped out of the parking lot, leaving his little sister in a cloud of dust, sweat and aggravation. She suspected that this was not, as Nick had said, something that would be good for her, so much as an excuse to simply not deal with her for a few days, considering how well he must have known by this point that she hated these sort of "youth activities" like camp or sports teams. Rebecca slouched over to a tree and slumped haphazardly against it as the councilors welcomed everyone and encouraged them to socialize.

"BOI SHE GOT A GUITAR!!" screamed an indistinguishably accented voice as Rebecca leapt five feet into the air out of shock. With her hands reaching behind her to protect the neck of her travel-sized guitar which was poking out of her bag, she whipped around to see the voice's owner, a four-eyed naga creature chatting it up with his equally excitable friend, who appeared to be some sort of bat. She backed away cautiously, making sure to remember their faces so she might avoid them in the days to come.

"BOI, LET'S HANG LATER, YEE??" continued the naga.

"BOI, TOTALLY, AND DONT FORGET THIS HOT NOODLE WITH THE GUITAR!" his friend replied.

Disgusted, Rebecca folded her arms across her bosom and shrank behind a further tree, grimacing. She glanced back and saw the bat-thing flutter their wings anxiously, looking apologetically in her direction. She didn't respond. "I hate this fucking place already..." she muttered under her breath.

Description
The first part in another awesome, not to mention incredibly lucrative, RP/art jam hosted by on Instagram, which gave me another excuse to revive a neglected character. Because these were a lot more in-depth than the last one I did with Cali, I'll post more description in each post if I can.
--

"But Niiiiiiiiiiick..." Rebecca whined, her massive backpack feeling like the weight of the world on her shoulders, "I don't wanna!"

Nick's car door slammed before the entire sentence had left her mouth.

"Sorry, can't hear ya!" he called out the window as he shifted gears and sped out of the parking lot, leaving his little sister in a cloud of dust, sweat and aggravation. She suspected that this was not, as Nick had said, something that would be good for her, so much as an excuse to simply not deal with her for a few days, considering how well he must have known by this point that she hated these sort of "youth activities" like camp or sports teams. Rebecca slouched over to a tree and slumped haphazardly against it as the councilors welcomed everyone and encouraged them to socialize.

"BOI SHE GOT A GUITAR!!" screamed an indistinguishably accented voice as Rebecca leapt five feet into the air out of shock. With her hands reaching behind her to protect the neck of her travel-sized guitar which was poking out of her bag, she whipped around to see the voice's owner, a four-eyed naga creature chatting it up with his equally excitable friend, who appeared to be some sort of bat. She backed away cautiously, making sure to remember their faces so she might avoid them in the days to come.

"BOI, LET'S HANG LATER, YEE??" continued the naga.

"BOI, TOTALLY, AND DONT FORGET THIS HOT NOODLE WITH THE GUITAR!" his friend replied.

Disgusted, Rebecca folded her arms across her bosom and shrank behind a further tree, grimacing. She glanced back and saw the bat-thing flutter their wings anxiously, looking apologetically in her direction. She didn't respond. "I hate this fucking place already..." she muttered under her breath.