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[Jason Bourne? No such person. Meet seventeen-year-old David Webb. He enjoys long walks on the beach, jogging, and SHOOTING THINGS. Also enjoy his Missouri accent, bitches~!]

Hey guys. I'm David, in Sabre Tooth cabin...same as every year. If anyone wants to, like, go running or something, that would be cool.

I've been hunting with my dad for a while and I'm pretty good at it, so if any of the younger campers want some help with riflery, just let me know. I do archery too, but I'm not as good at it. Always up for a challenge though.

[Hmm, someone wants to be a counselor next year.]

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What else would I be doing all summer?

Sounds good to me - let's see if I can get my cabin to agree to that. They'll probably go for it.

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Orrr you can meet me right now. By the lake, west side.

Jawesome.

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Give me fifteen minutes.

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[Claire gave a thumbs up and then decided to walk super slow to the lake. She sat cross-legged by the shore, tossing random stones to watch the water ripple.]

Spam - Derp, this is late :x

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[David went to the lake as fast as he could - it wasn't in his nature to keep people waiting, especially not girls. He found her there, throwing rocks into the lake.]

"Sorry, been here long?"

Spam - Tis okay!

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[She gave him the once over, which brought a flush to her cheeks that she tried to hide with a smile. Gently rolling her shoulders, she replied,]

"Not so long that I felt like you were blowing me off. So, rival cabin, you get to have a say on what the challenge is. Present your case."

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[He grinned at her reaction. Not that she was bad-looking herself, oh no.]

"If it's up to me?" [He grinned.] "A race."

[Sure, he could have picked archery, or riflery - but a race would be more fun. Besides, not everyone went hunting with their dad as often as he did.]

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"Alright, by land or sea?"

[Claire eyed the lake behind her then leveled her gaze back on him.] "And stakes. We need stakes."

[But first she needed to know which sort of race before she set her price, not wanting to overshoot her confidence.]

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"How about both?" [David asked.] "We could make it a biathlon."

[Stakes. Stakes. Hmm.] "Since I picked the type of race, it's on;y fair that you get to pick the stakes."

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Heh, alright, biathlon it is. Three laps around the lake then two from shore to shore. Savvy?

As for stakes...I win, we see who can play the quiet game the longest. [It was an innuendo, but subtle enough that he might miss it.] You win, and I'll do whatever you want. Clean your cabin, take a chore, [shrugs] whatever.

Spam - These two need more lightheartedness in their lives.

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[He winks.] Savvy.

Better get used to taking orders, Claire, 'cause I don't intend to lose.

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[At first, she was fairing better than Jason, leading the race by 'sea', but he managed to come out on top when it moved to land and took the victory. She grasped her knees, catching her breath and glared at him, albeit playfully.]

Jerkface.

[She stood and looked at him steadily, pursing her lips.]

So then, what do you want?

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"Hah, did I forget to tell you I'm on track at school?" [he asked, laughing breathlessly, half-bent over.] "Thought you were gonna win in the water back there..."

[David considered her question, before letting a smile play across his face.] "How about a date?"

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[She sticks out her tongue, in a semi-sore loser mode. But at his prize to claim, Claire's brows arch slightly. Not that her offer hadn't been something similar, but she's still pleasantly surprised.]

A date, huh? [She laughs.] Alright, yeah. Sure. When and where? I always wanted something under the stars. [shrugs.] Just sayin'.

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[He grins.] Stars, huh?

How about tomorrow night, meet for dinner? I'm sure we'll find something to do after that.

[He sounds casual enough, but there might be a certain tilt to his eyebrows, a little bit mischievous.]

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[She tosses back her head in her laughter, steps back with the movement too. Bringing a hand to her mouth, Claire nods, eyes flashing in David's direction.]

Yeeaah, I'm sure we could, David Webb.

[She steps forward and kisses his cheek, lingering for just a moment in the position. She winked before pulling away.]

Don't disappoint me tomorrow.

[And she left with a huge ass grin, a jump in her step.]