018. - Video

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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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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.

Spam - AGREED!

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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?

Spam - A WINNAR IS HIM

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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?"

Spam - trufax.

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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.]