Julien's Bunk

The elevated bed of the pair and accessible by ladder, Julien's bunk looked over the inside of his mother's cabin. The bed itself was covered with red sheets and a blue plaid comforter, with two pillows housed within faded off-white cases residing at the end farthest from the cabin's door. As Julien wasn't the kind to keep a messy house, the bed was made up in a way where the excess comforter was tucked between the bunk and mattress.

Since it was an elevated bunk, Julien kept most of his belongings inside of a trunk at the base of the unit, secured under lock and key. In there, Julien's clothes, armor, weapons, and most of his personal items were stored, save for his snowboard, in which the board itself was under his bed and the bindings were hiding within the trunk.

"Me first!"

"No, me!"

"HA! Suck it, Laurel." Holly had skidded across Julien's bunk like a surfer and dropped a note in Ancient Greek on his pillow.


"Come on! Argus is waiting!" Laurel said impatiently, shouldering her backpack.

"Race you to the hill?"

"Eat dirt, Holly!" And the two girls sprinted off, trying to make each other trip on the way.

OOC: Did we ever get Julien into an official leader/coleader spot?

IC: Julien's time back in the world of the misty-eyed mortals was less than pleasurable. It was a fun time - minus the whole having to defend himself against a pair of Hellhounds in France thing - but his performance at why he was back made the trip much less enjoyable than it could have been. After a mostly successful month of May at Indianapolis, Julien's career as an Indy 500 pay driver came to an abrupt end following a blown engine just after the 100 mile mark and finishing dead last.

A few weeks later he found himself piloting a prototype apart of a team at the 24 Hours of LeMans, only for that endeavor to end as a bust too. While he was off fighting wild beasts from the darkest corners of the underworld between stints, one of the other drivers on the team managed to stuff the car into a tire barrier, ending their race.

Two races, two completely avoidable losses. For a child of Nike, this was somewhere between infuriating, insulting, and embarrassing. Thankfully he had missed the solstice trip - gods forbid what his mother would have to say about the state of his career - but he would still have to take some crap from the few siblings of his that actually watched racing. Then again, there were not too many opportunities to watch TV at camp, so maybe he was in the clear.





Vaulting out of his bunk, Julien quickly began teeing through his trunk looking for anything he could give her. Snowboarding gear wouldn't work - she probably hasn't even seen snow yet - his armor was too big and too personalized to give away, he could probably part with some of the hats and shirts he had obtained over the years, but how personal is some Sparco hat that everyone who drives for them has? Slamming the trunk's lid he tried to think of anything he could afford to part with.

And then it hit him. Climbing back up he grabbed his bag and opened it, hoping that it was still - yeah, it was still there. The helmet from Indy was still there. It would've looked nice on his bunk, but he also wouldn't want to think about that dreadful race any more than he had to. Julien tossed the bag back up and headed out for her parent's cabin.