Name: Raven Morris
Age: 23
Round Status: R1 complete, R2 complete, R3 complete
Romantic interests: Andrea and Xander
Group: Distraction
Skinny Dipping with Andrea
As I headed back to my room the night of the bonfire I heard a woman calling my name as I walked alone on the beach. Curious I turned around and saw Andrea walking towards me. I couldn't help but grin at the sight of her and wondered why she had seemingly followed me out.
"Headed to bed so soon?" She asked.
"Not if you have a better idea." I responded.
"I think I might." She grinned as she began to kick off her shoes. "Let's go skinny dipping."
Truthfully, it's not how I pictured seeing her naked for the first time...but it also wouldn't be the first time I'd gone for a swim without a suit. I didn't hesitate to strip off my clothes and following my lead Andrea continued to strip as well. Despite the fact that we were in what as technically a public place neither of us rushed toward the surf.
Once in the water I asked Andrea if she wanted to play a game, the look on her face was skeptical but I assured her it'd be fun and she reluctantly agreed. I thought back to the first day of my most recent sociology seminar (and the reason I was here) and explained the rules of the game two truths and a lie.
THE RULES OF THE GAME
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Instruct each player to think of three statements about themselves. Two must be true statements, and one must be false. For each person, he or she shares the three statements (in any order) to the group. The goal of the icebreaker game is to determine which statement is false.
Andrea smirked when I was finished and I asked her if that meant she wanted to go first.
"Sure," she said continuing to smirk, "One: I didn't actually think you'd do this, go skinny dipping I mean. Two: I'm glad we're doing this. And three, I think I want to kiss you right now."
"Too easy," I laughed. "If it helps though I
know I want to kiss you right now.
It was no surprise when a few seconds later her lips met mine...
***
About twenty minutes and many more kisses later we swam back to the beach to find our clothes neatly folded and separated with clean towels next to them.
"I guess this place really is full service." I joked, but I couldn't shake the feeling that rather than being some sort of courtesy that the towels on the beach signaled a violation of privacy. I mean while I had chosen to skinny dip in public I'd also only chosen to share it with one person. I couldn't shake that thought as I wrapped myself in the towel and while Andrea tried to make conversation on the way back to our rooms I was too lost in my own thoughts..
Dinner with XanderJust as I was about to step in the shower the next morning there was a knock on my door. I threw on a robe and went to open it, hoping it wasn't an invitation to another mandatory event. I was pleasantly surprised when instead of one of the members of the resort staff, I saw Xander standing there.
"Did I wake you?" He asked.
"No, I was just about to get in the shower...too bad you've already taken one or I'd invite you to join me."
"That's actually what I'm here about."
"Really?" I asked shocked but not in the least bit off put. "You came so I'd ask you to join me in the shower?"
"Actually, I came to see about your invitation from last night. Dinner." He said, a small smile on his lips.
"It's a little early for dinner." I joked, "At least in this time zone."
"Dinner, tonight." He clarified, the smile still on his lips.
"Okay, meet me here around 8. I promise to be dressed by then and I think you'll like whatever I plan."
It may have been just me, but he seemed to grimace at the word plan.
***
At exactly 8pm there was another knock at my door, when I opened it, there was Xander, camera slung over his shoulder like an extra arm. He seemed confused as I beckoned him into my room instead of meeting him in the hallway, and that look of confusion only increased when he saw the picnic spread laid out on my bed.
"I know it's not traditional but..." I started.
"It's...it's different." He started. "Do you mind?" He asked as he reached for his camera.
"Not at all." I said, amazed at how much more at ease he was behind the lens as I watched him take a few shots.
As we sat eating I noticed the way he directed the conversation back towards me, asking typical things like where I was from (a postage stamp size town with 4 stoplights and triple the number of bars), if I had any siblings (an older sister I never saw after she dropped out of high school when I was in the 5th grade), and my favorite color (yellow), as well as some more probing questions like why I planned an indoor picnic (it was something my mom used to do, she said it was whimsical and by extension made conversation easier). I asked him again where he learned to shoot, and this time got a more straightforward answer, it was something he was forced into in high school (photography club was the only after school activity that wasn't full his freshman year by the time he got around to signing up for extracurriculars) and by the end of the year he realized he actually liked it. I could tell that even that story was difficult for him to share, but I still wanted to get to know him.
"May I?" I asked reaching for his camera.
"Please be careful." he said as he handed it to me.
Carefully I took the camera and looked it over. It was more high end than the version my ex had, but I knew the basics. I reached over onto the night stand and made a note of his settings, before I changed them to the ones I wanted and I watched him visibly cringe as a I did so.
"Relax." I said with a smile. "This isn't my first time and I promise to put the settings back, I just want to try something. Keep talking, you can ask me anything."
He asked a few more questions and as I answered I could sense him relax. It was then that I began taking photographs, images with longer exposures that would overlap each other making him seem as if he were in motion, along with a few zoomed images: his eyes, his hands, his lips. Once I was finished I carefully reset his camera to its settings and handed it back to him. He went to scroll through the images but I asked him to wait until he got back to his own room.
"Is the date over?" He asked.
"I never said you had to leave now." I smiled, before leaning over to kiss him lightly on the lips.
It was morning before Xander actually left. Nothing happened beyond a little kissing and a lot of innuendo (99.9% of it was stuff that I said), along with me saying more than I planned to about my past. There were several times throughout the evening that I was sure he was going to leave because how much could one person actually want to listen to about someone else. I even managed to get him to tell me a few more things about himself, nothing deeply personal e.g. in the first grade he sat next to a kid who'd save his boogers to eat later (in response to me telling him about a girl I as friends with in kindergarten who ate her chapstick), but I considered it progress.
"Let me know what you think of the pics when you see them." I told him as he was leaving.
Xander was halfway down the hall and I was just about to shut my door before I noticed Andrea walking toward me. She stopped and whispered something to Xander first before calling out my name and getting my attention.
"You have a sec?" She asked.
"Sure come in."
I'd barely closed the door before she started to tell me about the people who'd gone missing and the meeting that evening.
"Do you have to go now?" I asked as she got up to leave. "I mean you basically just told me that we're in some horror movie, maybe."
"I can stay."
***
Neither of us said it, but neither of us had to, we both planned to stay in my room until the meeting...
The MeetingTruth: My first thought as I sat in the meeting was whether or not something like this needed to go into my sociology paper. On the one hand it could prove to clearly present things like group think or conflict theory. On the other hand though there were people missing and all signs pointed to it being a part of some major conspiracy...I couldn't even enjoy the fact that I ended up between Xander and Andrea, a place I'd thought about plenty in my morning showers...and my evening ones.
Wasn't this the plot to Cabin in the Woods? I wondered,
Get a bunch of attractive people together, throw in some sexual tension and then BOOM! Spooky evil?I listened as everyone talked around me, most of the voices more panicked than their faces let on and it was clear at least a couple had hit the bar my mind drifting back to the first day when I was convinced we were all on a prank show. I found myself longing for that fictional sound stage in Cleveland where the scariest thing may have been a few interns who were too perky. I also thought about the fact that the tournament had been mandatory, like what kind of vacation forces stuff like that, and most recently to the towels waiting for Andrea and I back on the beach...My thoughts were interrupted by Andrea.
"Raven, you up to being a distraction?" She asked. It's a question that normally would have been punctuated by her half smile, but obviously it was different.
I didn't hesitate before I agreed, even offering my room as a place for anyone who needed to get ready and was uncomfortable being alone. I had a feeling none of us were going to be alone if we had a choice...
The Distraction"What are you doing?" One of the other girls asked as I took a bottle from the mini bar in my room where we'd gathered and poured a small amount of whiskey on my finger before smearing it on my lips.
"We have to seem drunk, not actually be drunk." I said before I took a healthy chug of the small bottle and swished the alcohol around in my mouth before spitting it out in the bathroom sink.
I ignored her weird look and grabbed a pair of heels without putting them on.
"We don't have all night." Another girl complained when it became obvious I was still barefoot.
"I'm not holding anything up."
"You don't have shoes on." She seethed.
"Neither do most drunk college girls after a few too many, it's hard enough to walk in these sober."
Satisfied with that answer we finished getting ready and left the room. To anyone watching we'd seem like a group of girls who'd been pre-gaming before a party.
***
It was far too easy to convince the guards that we wanted to party (and super disgusting that they saw nothing wrong with the fact that we all seemed drunk). Luckily, the only person I ended up kissing that night was Andrea, something which seemed to appease the guard who chose to watch...
The plan managed to work but the question is "Now what?"...
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