#alivephysically rp

     Admittedly, he was a bit nervous, but he tried his best not to let that show. If he’d learned anything over the summer, it was that when faced with children who fancied themselves delinquents, you had to try your best not to let them know how nervous you were to be working with them. He pushed his way into the detention room, setting his things on the desk before sitting down, swinging his feet under the chair for a few moments before standing back up and idly doodling on the chalkboard as he waited. Butterflies, stars, cats, dogs... He’d draw a rainbow if more colours were allotted to him, but he’d make do with just the white chalk for now. It’s not as if he were teaching art class, or anything. 

A deep breath was taken as the bell rung, signalling the end of school for most of the children and staff members. He took a moment to sloppily write “Mr. David” on the board, despite whatever kids showing up likely not needing to know his name as detention was a rather silent section of the day. The sound of the door opening grabbed his attention and he scrambled to sit back down as he turned his head in its direction, eyes lighting up with joy as he recognized the child before him.

     He’d made it all the way to the hospital the boy had wound up in, and yet, his hand still wavered before the door. He did his best to force a smile on his face in preparation, but whatever expression he had mustered up felt foreign and wrong. Would the boy even want to see David again? It was his fault he’d wound up here, after all. If only David had been paying attention- if only he hadn’t been caught up in some stupid contest, then maybe this all could have been avoided. Honestly, it was a miracle (or perhaps a sick, twisted irony) that David hadn’t been fired for the whole ordeal. But then again, who else besides him would agree to work at a place like Camp Campbell? Hell, Gwen had only wound up there with him because she’d run out of other options, and Daniel- Well, he didn’t like to think about that incident, especially now. He could hardly handle the guilt he placed on himself for one camper almost dying.

A breath was taken as he finally opened the door, hands suddenly feeling empty as he realised he should have brought something- anything- for the child. God... He was the worst counselor ever. He should have called first. What if Chucky didn’t want him here? What if David’s presence only upset him? What if...

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“ I won’t disappoint! ” Although the statement projected confidence, he couldn’t help but glance to the side and biting down harshly on his lower lip. He spun himself around towards the direction of his camp to hide these insecurities.