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maythefourthbewithyou) wrote2012-05-20 02:59 pm
maythefourthbewithyou) wrote2012-05-20 02:59 pm
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Character: Hunter
Series: Morning Glories
Character Age: 16
Canon: From the outside, Morning Glory Academy looks like any other prestigious boarding school, with its bright, engaging students and beautifully maintained campus. It's not until you get a good look inside that you realize what's actually going on: teachers torturing students in creative and horrible ways, a mysterious entity that can kill with a touch, and a time-traveling guidance counselor, among other bizarre activities. Now it's up to six new students, all of whom share the same birthday, to uncover the truth behind the school - and try to escape with their lives.
A little geeky, a little awkward, Hunter is the group's pop culture enthusiast. He comes from a broken family and has a distant, uninvolved father, but despite this, Hunter tends to be optimistic, curious and friendly. Though he's perfectly ready to admit when a situation seems bizarre, he tends to try and focus on the good - assuming there's some good to be found, of course. Always willing to help a friend, Hunter is determined and dedicated, especially when things get serious, but for the most part he comes across as simply a normal, if geeky, kid - one who awkwardly quotes from various video games, TV shows, comics and movies and who has a tendency to ramble on about things when he gets nervous.
Sample:
So, hey, how can you tell when a zombie's really tired? When he's dead on his feet! Get it?
—Okay, no, that was terrible. Let's start over. I'm Hunter, and I'm... totally not prepared for this job at all. I mean, last time I was walking around the bayou with a shotgun, I was playing Left 4 Dead 2, so you can see why this is a weird thing for me. But despite the locale, the fact that this place is somehow creepier than a boarding school run by cultists, and the complete and utter lack of communication from the Director, I'm gonna be the best counselor-in-training you kids have ever had. Well, I'm gonna do my best, anyway. And—all that yawning is probably a cue for me to stop introducing myself and start the tour, huh?
Now over here we've got your typical camp mess hall and arts and crafts hut—could be boring, but luckily for all of us I found a crochet pattern so we can all make our own weighted companion cubes—but on the pamphlet I was given, there's a little asterisks thing that says there should be an entrance to the Caves of Despair nearby? And, whoa, as far as I’m concerned, that’s the main thing we should be talking about here. I wasn't told that this job would involve spelunking or despair, and both of those things are things that I suck at. I guess we’ll just make the most of it, right? And I—I mean spelunking in the literal sense, obviously. Anyone using their phone to go to urbandictionary isn't going to get the crochet pattern I was talking about earlier!
You know, speaking of dictionaries, when I was ten and hadn't figured out how terrible I am when it comes to camping or spending time outdoors, I asked my parents to send me to summer camp. And, see, I'm from Canada, and funny story, it turns out that my dad actually signed me up for this language study camp by accident. Or maybe on purpose, I dunno. But anyway, I was expecting the great outdoors and instead I got "exciting cultural excursions," which is just another way of saying "we got to go to downtown Montreal for an afternoon and we spent the rest of the time speaking terrible French and gesturing a lot while we made lanyards." But I've been thinking, and this is Louisiana, and people speak French here, so maybe the language study camp is gonna come in handy after all. Everyone, stay away from... du lac? There was... une créature, et... you know what, never mind. The point is, even when a situation seems shitty, like you're stuck in a summer camp that's also a swamp and your CIT has no idea what he's doing, something good might come out of it. Someday.
Holy crap, looks like I just rambled through most of our allotted tour time. Uh, quick, let's just finish up by heading over to the hospital, and... wow, big building. Jesus, multiple wards? What kinds of injuries are people getting here? Okay, I'm gonna be honest and admit I don't know how to sell this to you guys. All I can say is that those swamp roots must be killer and that maybe the warning I gave about the lake wasn't as far fetched as it seemed originally. But try to put on a brave face. You know what they say—fear turns to anger, anger turns to hate, hate turns to suffering... and I really don't think we wanna find out what brand of suffering this place is capable of bringing us.
Series: Morning Glories
Character Age: 16
Canon: From the outside, Morning Glory Academy looks like any other prestigious boarding school, with its bright, engaging students and beautifully maintained campus. It's not until you get a good look inside that you realize what's actually going on: teachers torturing students in creative and horrible ways, a mysterious entity that can kill with a touch, and a time-traveling guidance counselor, among other bizarre activities. Now it's up to six new students, all of whom share the same birthday, to uncover the truth behind the school - and try to escape with their lives.
A little geeky, a little awkward, Hunter is the group's pop culture enthusiast. He comes from a broken family and has a distant, uninvolved father, but despite this, Hunter tends to be optimistic, curious and friendly. Though he's perfectly ready to admit when a situation seems bizarre, he tends to try and focus on the good - assuming there's some good to be found, of course. Always willing to help a friend, Hunter is determined and dedicated, especially when things get serious, but for the most part he comes across as simply a normal, if geeky, kid - one who awkwardly quotes from various video games, TV shows, comics and movies and who has a tendency to ramble on about things when he gets nervous.
Sample:
So, hey, how can you tell when a zombie's really tired? When he's dead on his feet! Get it?
—Okay, no, that was terrible. Let's start over. I'm Hunter, and I'm... totally not prepared for this job at all. I mean, last time I was walking around the bayou with a shotgun, I was playing Left 4 Dead 2, so you can see why this is a weird thing for me. But despite the locale, the fact that this place is somehow creepier than a boarding school run by cultists, and the complete and utter lack of communication from the Director, I'm gonna be the best counselor-in-training you kids have ever had. Well, I'm gonna do my best, anyway. And—all that yawning is probably a cue for me to stop introducing myself and start the tour, huh?
Now over here we've got your typical camp mess hall and arts and crafts hut—could be boring, but luckily for all of us I found a crochet pattern so we can all make our own weighted companion cubes—but on the pamphlet I was given, there's a little asterisks thing that says there should be an entrance to the Caves of Despair nearby? And, whoa, as far as I’m concerned, that’s the main thing we should be talking about here. I wasn't told that this job would involve spelunking or despair, and both of those things are things that I suck at. I guess we’ll just make the most of it, right? And I—I mean spelunking in the literal sense, obviously. Anyone using their phone to go to urbandictionary isn't going to get the crochet pattern I was talking about earlier!
You know, speaking of dictionaries, when I was ten and hadn't figured out how terrible I am when it comes to camping or spending time outdoors, I asked my parents to send me to summer camp. And, see, I'm from Canada, and funny story, it turns out that my dad actually signed me up for this language study camp by accident. Or maybe on purpose, I dunno. But anyway, I was expecting the great outdoors and instead I got "exciting cultural excursions," which is just another way of saying "we got to go to downtown Montreal for an afternoon and we spent the rest of the time speaking terrible French and gesturing a lot while we made lanyards." But I've been thinking, and this is Louisiana, and people speak French here, so maybe the language study camp is gonna come in handy after all. Everyone, stay away from... du lac? There was... une créature, et... you know what, never mind. The point is, even when a situation seems shitty, like you're stuck in a summer camp that's also a swamp and your CIT has no idea what he's doing, something good might come out of it. Someday.
Holy crap, looks like I just rambled through most of our allotted tour time. Uh, quick, let's just finish up by heading over to the hospital, and... wow, big building. Jesus, multiple wards? What kinds of injuries are people getting here? Okay, I'm gonna be honest and admit I don't know how to sell this to you guys. All I can say is that those swamp roots must be killer and that maybe the warning I gave about the lake wasn't as far fetched as it seemed originally. But try to put on a brave face. You know what they say—fear turns to anger, anger turns to hate, hate turns to suffering... and I really don't think we wanna find out what brand of suffering this place is capable of bringing us.