Cabin A

@jung hoseok Weapon of destruction? Is this kid serious? Soohyuk deadpanned at the other for a moment, trying to decipher is this idiot wasn't just yanking his chain. It was almost too stupid to be real. "You actually went out of your way to come in my smoking area.. so you put yourself in that danger. As for myself? That's non of your concern." He snapped slightly, finding it hard not to turn this fool inside out. After all, he was alone and out of view of everyone. This little punk went out of his way to with him, and it wasn't appreciated. The jab at him keeping the contract meant nothing to him, especially since he was being paid quite a bit of money to keep everyone safe. Smoking didn't mean anything, especially when he was told it didn't matter if kids didn't see. "You've got a lot of balls for someone who just passed puberty." He said with a smirk, knowing his tone was deep enough to make most jealous. Yet he paused in his tracks as he sniffed at the air, it wasn't right. Just as he was about to connect the dots, he heard the other's question and just tilted his head. "You've gotta be kidding me. Nothing, we weren't talking about anything. Now, go drink yourself to a coma by the lake like all the counselors do." The security guard mumbled, stepping past the younger to try and pin point what the smell was. Smoke instantly proved his suspicions as he rushed over and grabbed his jacket from the stump. Without much thought, he threw his favorite article of clothing over the small flame and tried to stomp it out. It was hard to tell what was happening, especially since the smoke seemed to double the more he kicked down the flames.

@lee soohyuk "I can grab it as long as it's a weapon of destruction!" Not the typical label for a cigarette, but still the truth in Hoseok's mind. He's definitely a joke among the camp workers who will likely never see him as a boss. He's only twenty two and cares little to nothing for this job of his. "Littering is better than killing people slowly, not the mention yourself." Usually, Hoseok's seen smiling, yet nothing more than a pair of furrowed brows and a scowl is splashed across his expression. "Me, apologize? Ha, you're the one who should watch yourself. What kind of living hell could you give me anyway? I put in one bad word to the boss and you're out of a job." Not that anyone should want this job Soohyuk has. It must be bothersome with idiotic kids like him. What slipped Hoseok's mind was stomping that cigarette into the ground. Instead, what began as a small spark became a tiny campfire, uncontrolled and eating up dead grass as it burned larger behind Hoseok. "Now, do you want to promise you won't be smoking around here again or not? You can do whatever you want on your free time, but don't bring this around here."

And three, two, one-- Still feeling angry in some way, Hoseok blinks in frustration. What was he saying again? He stares at the taller man in front of him, noting it is Soohyuk, the security guard. Uh, the was he doing talking to him... Frustration is apparent on the younger's expression, though he ends up admitting defeat. "What were we doing again?" Man, Hoseok's in for a few slaps with his first bit of attitude and now his supposed disregard for the other. It's not his fault, though, just some misfiring in his brain with short term memory loss.

@jung hoseok The sound of twigs snapping behind him caused the rather tall male to turn around with his brows furrowed. Part of him wanted to smack the other upside the head and ask if he felt proud of himself, but instead he simply shut his eyes for a second. "You shouldn't just grab things from people. It'll get you in a lot of trouble one day." He said with a slight grin, knowing the only thing keeping him calm was the small amount of nicotine running through his blood. "You know what else isn't allowed on camp grounds? Littering." He tilted his head in the direction of the cigarette bud that was though to be put out. After all, who was stupid enough to flick an ember into the woods and not step on it. "I'm gonna give you one time to apologize, and maybe I won't make your life a living hell." Soohyuk said, his grin slowly turning into a full blown smirk. He knew exactly who this clown was, and the fact that he didn't completely care about his job. It didn't bother him any, because he took his order's from the head honcho, not this little fish.

@lee soohyuk "C'mon, Seok, let's go drink at the lake." "Yeah, yeah, soon. I'll be back in ten minutes." All the campers were supposedly in bed and that meant that the counselors were goofing off around the lake or campsites. Hoseok's doesn't care much about enforcing the rules around camp despite being of the highest management. He still carries the responsibility level of a regular counselor who is here for a single summer in life. Even if his lack of enthusiasm is apparent, there is one thing Hoseok can't stand; smoking at camp. His older sister passed away from secondhand smoking, and Hoseok was a mess after that. He absolutely despises those who breathe in the toxins. No, they can smoke, but they better not be killing other people with those disgusting habits.

That's why Hoseok feels absolutely enraged when a man --the security guard nonetheless-- is taking in poison through his cigarette. Perhaps he should have thought this through because it's no more than ten seconds until Jung Hoseok stomps over towards the man, rips the cigarette from his lips and throws it on the ground beside them. "What are you doing? No smoking on campgrounds. And you shouldn't smoke in general; you could kill someone over time." He growls the words out lowly, almost out of character with his mini-lecture since he's typically happy-go-lucky.

@jung hoseok It only took him a week to regret taking this contract. His skills were being used to break up teenage make-out sessions and watch over lazy arts and crafts projects. It started way too early in the morning, and never seemed to fully die down. Even if the kids weren't trying to sneak out at night, Soohyuk would be up anyways thanks to his insomnia. Since it was a rather warm, humid day he decided it would be okay to peel off his leather jacket and set it down on a near by stump in order to full stretch out. Nothing was worse then humidity and leather, and it showed by the thin layer of sweat over his torso. "Maybe I'll go skinny dipping again.." He mumbled to himself, carefully sliding the small metal cigarette case from his front pocket along with a zippo that he had ever since he was a rowdy teen. While the camp /was/ a tobacco free place, he made sure to stay out of sight as he lit up his main weakness and inhaled deeply. It wasn't the iest habit, no but it was better than getting drunk on the job. Which would happen as soon as he was in the comfort of his own trailer that was just outside of the camp grounds.

((It'll do~))

@mark tuan You have randomly been placed in Cabin A \o/