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chpyre:

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it takes him a moment to realize that his name is being called, having dissociated a bit as his thoughts had swept him away. he isn’t hesitant at all as he stands and heads over to the person who’s calling his name. the person he’s supposed to be training with, he assumes. “rhys?” he asks as he approaches, accent peaking through even with just the verbalization of a name.

he doesn’t have to wait long before his calls are answered. rhys is grateful; patience is a virtue he doesn’t possess in spades, and as much as he likes camp, the place usually drains him of it by noon. tucking his phone back into his pocket, he assumes a friendly, non-threatening smile as the other fire guy approaches, his voice carrying a hit of an accent rhys can’t place. he looks pretty young; that probably accounts for why he’s being forced to train with rhys, but rhys doesn’t know how he’s supposed to help him. he may be older, but not wiser, and definitely not some kind of role model.

pushing those thoughts aside for now, he gives chengcheng a half-hearted wave. “yep, rhys, like reese’s pieces. get any and all jokes out of the way now.” he’s tired of it. tired. reese’s pieces suck anyway. “do you go by chengcheng or something else?” it’s a cute name. he just hopes he isn’t pronouncing it wrong. “where are you from, kid?” rhys figures it’s worth the ask. with the new programs, they have campers from all over the world coming here.

cracking his knuckles, he stretches and jogs in place, trying to curb some of his apprehension at the thought of bursting into flame by choice here. rhys doesn’t like to use his powers, but—he can’t complain now, he chose to come here. “so…” he begins after a heavy pause. “how good are you with your powers? what can you do with ‘em?”

flame on

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artistic expression

☄ — @chxaaron

when faced with the option of any lake-related activities and the craft shack, rhys will, without a doubt, always pick dry land—and by proxy, art. he calls it self-preservation, though the majority of his friends see it as evidence of something else. it’s okay, hydrophobia is a real thing, one of them tells him before running off (sans lifejacket) and jumping into the cool water. rhys wants to yell out that he isn’t scared of anything, thanks, but his friend is presumably drowning or something by now and rhys wants nothing to do with them. suffer, sure.

he doesn’t mind cycling through the various stations at the craft shack. as a kid, he thinks he remembers wanting to be an artist, or maybe he just liked coloring books and drawing on the walls? whatever it was, he recalls enjoying expressing himself in such a way. now that he’s older, he won’t claim to have any artistic talent whatsoever, but rhys is friends with enough creative people that he thinks he won’t completely fail whatever he attempts. their genius rubbed off in him in some quantity, right?

with that in mind, he approaches his canvas with confidence. what style to try and emulate, however… dressed in a smock and tapping his lips with a clean paintbrush, rhys stares at the cavas as if it holds the answers to the universe. should he go for an impressionistic style? fauvistic? no, he’s just a beginner—maybe something abstract, yeah. just follow his heart and his instincts on this. with a decisive nod and the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips, rhys dips his brush in the paint and begins.

it… resembles nothing and the canvas looks like it’s been shot in several places, but rhys doesn’t seem to notice. he blissfully continues painting, stopping only when his eyes land on a box of glitter. hey… that would be highly unorthodox, but isn’t art about innovation? he shifts closer to it. maybe he should…

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light

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chxnoel:

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     ❝ was dinner filling for you?❞ he hums, shoulder-to-shoulder with his friend on their path. idle talk doesn’t suit them, but noel wouldn’t take offense if rhys chooses to ignore his question. he knows noel well enough not to entertain his mindless comments, but it’s always worth a try.

you learn something new every day. his shoulders shake with the effort of holding his laughter in at noel’s words. rhys isn’t concerned with being stealthy; it’s still technically free time so they can go and come as they please. none of his cabinmates seem interested in their little excursion or exchange, so just as well. though even if they were, he wouldn’t really give a shit. whatever does it for them.

with casual ease, he hangs back with a smirk and says, “your pleasure, huh? i’m flattered.” he prides himself on usually being able to tell if someone’s joking or not, but with noel, he never knows. “think i’m a bit too selfish to share, but your offer is noted.” it’s… interesting—far from boring, at least, and he thinks he enjoys the anticipation, the puzzle behind his friend’s eyes, words, mannerisms. because he is a friend, or something close to it. rhys has never been a fan of labels. maybe it’s just enough to say that noel is.

despite his warning (perhaps because of it), noel keeps pace with him easily. to be fair, rhy’s current setting is somewhere between ‘leisurely stroll’ and ‘almost power-walking but not quite’; he’s not moving terribly fast, content to take the time to enjoy the scenery. everything is transformed under the cover of night. beautiful, in an eerie, fractured sort of way.

when noel breaks the silence, he starts in surprise, tearing his eyes away from the shadowy greenery he was admiring earlier. “really? small talk? you’re doing this to me, noel?” he could always choose not to respond; obligatory conversations bore him, and he doesn’t like to be bored during his free time. “if you’re going to torture me, at least make it interesting. use props. i like handcuffs.”

but underneath the glib remarks, he understands the need to break the silence sometimes. “it was fine,” rhys says eventually, his voice flat. “bland, but fine. what i wouldn’t give for some dakbokkeumtang right now.” he glances over at noel, their shoulders bumping lightly as they continue to walk. the spot he’s heading to is close, just near the lake. “how about you? was the food good enough for your refined palette?”

+ rêveur.

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flame on

☄ — @chpyre

sure, go ahead and pair the two campers with fire-related abilities together for control exercises. if you ask him, it’s pretty on the nose, but rhys has never been one to complain about these kinds of things—not publicly, anyway. arguing about it requires a kind of passion and indignation he doesn’t want to muster; better to save those emotions for something that actually deserves such a response from him. the matter of control exercises is more easily dealt with: he just won’t go. wouldn’t be the first (or last) time he flaked out on an obligation.

but—call it boredom, idle curiosity, or the fact that he really has nothing better to do with his free time than to ‘participate’—rhys shows up at the allocated location ten minutes past when he was supposed to be here. he stopped to grab some lukewarm coffee, and though he regrets it, it’s always better to show up late for this stuff than early. one might think he was actually eager to get involved otherwise, and then where would he be? on the road to becoming an actual functioning member of society? no fucking way.

draining the last of the horrible coffee, rhys chucks the paper cup into recycling and scans the area for the person he’s supposed to meet. someone with… fire constructs? he’ll be damned if he’s supposed to know what that looks like. pulling out his phone, he squints down at the name in his notes. “fan chencheng?” rhys reads aloud. “anyone named fan chengcheng around here?” he’ll give the guy five minutes before splitting.

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chxnoel:

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     ❝ heading out again? ❞ his words come out soft in contrast to their invasive nature. he’s seen rhys wander out many nights before, but this is the first in which he’s been curious enough to ask. hopefully it wasn’t an appointment of lascivious nature.❝ would you mind me coming with? ❞

@chrhys

according to his phone, it’s supposed to be lights out in less than an hour—but when has curfew ever stopped rhys from doing what he wants? one of the things he looks forward to about camp is the fresh air, the clear sky, and the myriad of stars visible from his favorite place on the grounds. trying to map constellations and trace the path of the stars is tough even at university; too many artificial lights clouding up the purity of the night’s canvas. no, the view he so desperately craves can only be found here.

which is why he’s itching to head outside. every minute spent in this cabin feels like torture. the ceiling is drab and boring compared to what he could be looking at, and with a sigh, he swings his legs off the top bunk and jumps down with a soft thud! slipping his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, rhys makes for the door when he hears a soft voice behind him.

raising an eyebrow, he glances back over his shoulder at noel, lying in his bunk with a book in hand. this isn’t the first time rhys has snuck out of the cabin and noel’s never said anything before. he wonders what makes him want to tag along now, of all times. “you sure you want to join me?” rhys asks after a pause. a slow grin spreads across his face. “i never considered adding a third, but for you, i’ll make an exception.” he waggles his eyebrows in a silent invitation—but none of his words are serious, of course, and noel likely knows that.

the playfulness fades from his face a moment later. with a shrug, rhys turns back to the door. “you can come with if you really want,” he offers, before slipping outside into the crisp night air. he doesn’t think noel will find his excursion all that exciting, but who is he to say no? “just keep up, your highness. i won’t wait for you if you start lagging behind.”

+ rêveur.

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hello hello! this intro post is kind of overdue i forgot what time acceptances were happening but i’m finally here and super excited to get things going! i bring to you a hot mess named rhys kim, twenty one years old and a student at haven university during the year. this year he’s staying in the kingfisher cabin but he’s been ~around camp since summer of 2015. his power is firebird physiology which grants him a couple different things, namely feathered wings + regenerative healing + some limited fire powers. he low key hates all of them but you’ll never catch him saying that, haha. he’s a slippery boi but please plot with him regardless!! 

i have his profile, background, and plots pages up, but i’ll drop some points about him under the cut as well. you can contact me via tumblr im if you’re interested in plotting, and i have a twitter & discord available upon request! oooooor, you could just hit like on this post to plot and i’ll pop into your ims!

like i mentioned, been at camp for the past three summers, loves it here though won’t admit it lmao. it’s much better than going home, at any rate

attends haven university during the year, pretty well known around campus so if your muse attends uni there as well, they might’ve heard of him or known him from there

originally hails from canada ( eh? ), vancouver in particular. misses canada, misses tim hortons, please any fellow canadians bond with him

middle child of three, mom & younger bro are both mutants but dad & older sister are not... a lot of family drama associated with him but tl;dr: parents are divorced and dad & older sis want nothing to do with their mutant family 

rhys... blames himself for the way things worked with all of, probably not undeservedly since his volatile & out of control powers did contribute to the breakdown of their family

troublemaker & general broody wild child during uni, the counterpart to his brother’s Good Responsible Boy shtick. powers were out of control all the time because they were tied so closely to his emotions

mellowed out a bit once he started attending haven university, mostly because they taught him a) how to actually get a handle on their powers and b) that he wasn’t the biggest mess there

personality wise, rhys is... complicated. he’s really good at playing the charming, charismatic flirt, comes across as friendly and genuinely nice but it’s rarely sincere… 

also enjoys messing with people by making them feel desired/accepted/wanted in a way he never was. is very aware it’s a dick thing to do but can’t seem to stop

he really just cares about his own well being and pursuing his own pleasures, not very good at being considerate of others. can be callous without meaning too just because he’s lost interest in someone or moved on in his own head

really flighty, never follows through with what he says, runs from his problems, runs from his emotions, runs from anything that makes him vaguely uncomfortable or has the potential to make his powers flare up

low key very cynical and sarcastic, bitter but doesn’t show it ( his grip on his emotions is tenuous but he knows enough to never show the ~real him~ to people )

idk i don’t think he has many redeeming qualities but people think he’s something other than he is and he’s cool with that

participation in camp activities fluctuates like some days he’s super into it and some days he just can’t be arsed?? 

not really competitive so you won’t see him try hard during games... just here to chill and have a good time after all

don’t give him any responsibilities he doesn’t want them!

lurks around after curfew mostly just to get some time to himself. he’s not doing anything bad necessarily... i don’t think 

a bit reckless/puts himself into dangerous situations and doesn’t care because eh, he won’t get hurt permanently anyway 

he likes craft time

idk what else to add and my brain hurts but please plot with m’boi! 

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