First in a series of stories leading up to my Camp Nano Project – this one stars Lewis.

For information on the events they’re discussing, see faeapoclive and faeapoclive

“I know a guy on one of the research teams.” Blake had claimed the best seat, the way Blake did, his back to the biggest tree and his left hand next to the cooler.

Lewis had considered doing his usual new-guy-takes-bitch-seat, on the far side with his back to the path, but something about Blake just irritated him, so he sat with the cooler to his right hand and fed sticks into the fire. Technically, they weren’t supposed to have fires out here without staff supervision. Technically, most of them weren’t old enough to drink yet.

Technicalities didn’t seem to matter much with this group… and, unlike other groups he’d hung out with, the real world didn’t seem to bother the group much with those technical issues, either. Not once in his first year here had they been interrupted by campus safety.

“Yeah, they’re digging into those strange ‘shapes’ up in Wales.” As far as Lewis could tell, nobody had asked Blake anything, but that didn’t stop the guy from talking. “Not sure what they think they’ll find.”

“Do you think it’s an ooofo?” Joanne had been drinking when she got here, and was now draped across Lewis’ and Rob’s feet, with one hand splayed over Blake’s. Lewis was spending at least a quarter of his attention keeping her out of the fire, which was probably, if he was being honest with himself, at least part of her intent. “Making the weirdnesses?”

“Well, inasmuch as anyone belives in You. Efff. Ohs…” Blake was going to go off again…

“Carley!” Joanne popped to her feet as if she didn’t have a drop of beer in her. “Carley you came!“

Lewis leaned back against his camp chair and watched them. He had beer, and it was good beer. The fire needed another log, and he added it. Blake started to talk, and Lewis ignored him.

All in all, it was a decent Thursday.

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This is the ninth in a series of character profiles for my upcoming July Camp Nano Project.

As the gods attack Rochester, a group of R.I.T. students and their friends must get out of the city, before it’s too late.

Byron Aguilar – Biomedical Sciences

Byron doesn’t actually know Raven, the Oak and Rowan group, or the gaming group – he has a class with Dorian, and thinks she’s cute, but that’s the closest he comes.

He’s in his third year at R.I.T., studying Biomed and aiming to go to med school when he’s done here. He’s always had a knack for first aid – he was a Boy Scout and everything – and considers medicine to be a good growth career as well.

He’s been noting the strange things on the news all summer – but only in that “passing by his Twitter Feed” sort of way, and so not all that commonly. Byron, taking classes four quarters/year as is common for R.I.T., doesn’t really have time to do a whole lot of delving into the news. What free time he has that isn’t spent in schoolwork, he likes to spend watching football and basketball, cooking, and engaging in lapidary and occasional rock-hounding.

Byron isn’t all that tall – 5 foot seven – and he’s stocky, wide for his height. He’s got eyes that are almost red, skin that is a ruddy brown, and short-cropped straight black hair.

His rock-collecting and jewelry-setting is a hobby he learned from his maternal grandfather, who made jewelry professionally until arthritis made it impossible.

He grew up in Burlington, Vermont, and chose R.I.T. not only for the location – not-home but close enough to drive if he wanted – but for its academics. The potential of gods laying claim to the city obviously never made its way into his calculations.

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