#eg sam

Basically Sam brought back anything he forgot the first time around, plus stuff he realized he’d need after all. He’s seriously kept a thorough list too in one of his journals. (It’s the pocket-sized one he keeps in his back pocket most of the time. He writes little notes to himself in it and also jokes or impressions he likes.)

A lot more sunscreen and aloe vera gel in case the worse happens.

Travel size stuff of shampoo, soap, conditioner, floss, toothpaste, toothbrush. Razor and shaving cream.

You better believe he’s drowning in dad hats and sunglasses.

Plaid, more plaid always.

A slightly bigger tent, one with a flap to look up at the stars while he tries to sleep.

Lots of pillows, blankets, an extra sleeping bag.

Tools, tool belt, all that jazz. Most of it’s been sitting in the tool box attached to his truck, that he finally decided to bring along since he missed it.

Hunting knife, a personalized swiss army super tinker his parents bought him when they found out about the trip, it has his initials SJE. That includes a compass that has them that they got him during cub scouts.

His paintball gun and a whole lot of ammunition for it.

Balls. Lots of them. Footballs, tennis balls, soccer balls, a kickball, baseballs, volleyballs, he might’ve lifted a lot of it from the school, but they needed something to do, right? Also frisbees and some haky sacks.

Water guns and water balloons because it’s summer, hello.

So much fucking fishing gear, it’s not even funny.

LAMPS, flashlights and so so so many batteries to power them, though one of them comes with a crank.

You know that boy isn’t going without some walkie talkies, okay.

And if you didn’t believe how big of a nerd this boy is, he bought a whittling kit.

He also of course, brought a telescope. (s/o to july 2 where he literally just sat around with binoculars while it was day then his telescope at night looking for ufos for ufo day.)

Lots of water, whether in bottle form or in numerous canteens, hydration packs, Sam brought his own personal water filter.

Camp cookware, including a grill rack. FOOD. (Pasta but,,,,,,,,,,,, it came with his art supplies which he brought so.......... probably not to eat) But healthy snacks so he’s not tempted with good snacks. But seriously, a lot of camping food and he totally keeps it bear safe because you never know.

Fire starting kits, matches, lighters, that boy got it all.

Lots of rope, all kinds of it, including cords for snares.

Predictably, more comic books.

A VERY BIG AND WELL SUPPLIED FIRST AID KIT. With road flares, emergency blankets, hand sanitizer, duct tape, bobby pins and hair ties, (He be sportin that man bun sorry.)  

WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER DO WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO CIVILIZATION:

Sam hung out with Hermione and Billy for a hot minute each. Of course he also updated each bit of social media he’s on and contacted his family. Then he was all about those supplies.

WHAT’S BEEN THE BIGGEST ADJUSTMENT OF CAMP LIFE?

Not talking to his family every day, but other than missing them, that boy is completely peachy keen. He’s loving the outdoors and doesn’t mind working or getting to hang out with his friends.

HOW ARE THEY HOLDING UP?

Balancing work and play, sometimes he does the former more and has to remind himself to chill every now and then. Sam is literally all smiles still, he’s having the time of his life. 

ANY HOT GOSS?

His dad had fucking taken his car. He’d left it in parking lot C, with all the other fucking cars from the kids at the camp, and now it wasn’t here. He’d called his dad, who hadn’t answered, but Susan had promptly informed him that Max needed a car for her summer job, and Neil had decided he wouldn’t be using his anyway. Motherfuck. 

Billy kicked at the curb, gleaning no satisfaction, his steel-toed boots blunting any pain he might’ve felt. He’d arranged to meet up with this soccer mom, one of Max’s friends’ parents, Karen. She’d made eyes at him when he’d dropped Max off, and it hadn’t taken too long to convince her to give him a go-around. Billy didn’t charge her, knew she’d shy away from outright prostitution, but that didn’t stop her from showering him with monetary affection when he gave her the old sob story. 

He needed the cash, and now he had no way to get home. Unless...

Fuck, he hated his life. 

“YO, EVANS!”

         JEALOUSY; AN EMOTION RARELY FELT. And yet when Sebastian woke up, he was heavily aware the night prior had basically been spent stewing in it and that wasn’t a good look on anyone, especially not Sebastian fucking Smythe. This place was enough to make anyone crazy, especially anyone that had legitimate standards. Obviously he was relying too much on Blaine to ground him, keep his sanity. Yeah, they were best friends, but he was in too fucking deep, and when you threw this shit show on top of it? Well. It was time to get back to basics, and that little notion crossed his mind when he’d seen Sam Evans shirtless, carrying a few 2x4′s down to one of the cabins.

        He never got the construction worker kink or fetish, but like, most people here hadn’t quite gotten the luxury of knowing Sam like he did. The strippers could be fun, especially if bored out of his fucking mind with nothing else to do, a little weed and liquor merging together begging for a night to remember. Which for him, happened often. The money kept flowing and one thing lead to another and Sam Evans, at some point, entered his speed dial; right under Blaine. It’s not like it was a long list, but it was an exclusive one. 

        There were only so many days he could spend down at the lake, waiting for everyone to finish their duties so dinner could happen and the inevitably, and often lame party started ‘raging’. He’d forced himself away from the water and trailed behind the sight for sore eyes, a smirk etched into his lips as he, unknown to Sam, followed him into the cabin. Immediate regret crept up given the place, but it was at least rid of all debris and all things dead, unlike some of the other cabins. “Evans, why is it you’re working hard when you should be hardly working?” Although the view, which Sebastian took in with a tediously slow rake of his eyes, held no complaints with that aspect of things while he leant against the doorway. “You’re into movies. You know how it goes. All work and no play makes Sam a dull boy, and we really can’t have that.” Not when they already had a soon to be serial killer on their hands, such as Victor. 

            I THOUGHT HEAVEN CAN’T HELP ME NOW. 

Sam Evans never fit into any one category as a kid or as a teenager, even now at 21 he’s in an assortment of clubs and activities at UCCS. He’s on the football team, not to mention lacrosse and swim. He’s in numerous video game clubs and it doesn’t stop there. Chances are, if you don’t share a class with him or participate in any of his clubs, you’ve seen him running around campus regardless (probably running into trees or other students) or even protesting outside the school somewhere. Sometimes he’s carrying art supplies, an acoustic guitar slung across his back, or dressed in a variety of sports uniforms. Almost always with a smile on his face, unless he’s giving someone is Darth Vader impression. Something you might have heard on the UCCS Radio, along with a bunch of other impressions. If he’s not doing them, most of what comes out of his mouth is comic book related. His interests range from them to Indiana Jones styled histories and to the unexplained and paranormal: the stuff that really makes someone think.

                              NOTHING LASTS FOREVER,

He’s been through a lot, his family losing their home while he was in high school after his father lost his job. They wouldn’t let him drop out, but he spent every waking moment that he could working to help them get back on their feet. Eventually, they did. It didn’t come without a cost, but Sam was glad to have paid it with interest. He barely managed to graduate so when he got into UCCS, he didn’t think twice about going no matter the distance. Part of the reason he’s in so many things around campus is because he finally can let loose, especially without having to worry about tuition. He’s not too shamed to admit about his alter ego, White Chocolate, even less to admit that he’s done his fair share of modeling jobs thanks in part to the attention stripping got him. It has lead to a borderline unhealthy obsession with his weight and working out, but Sam has been trying to deal with it as best he can.

                     BUT THIS IS GONNA TAKE ME DOWN.

Needless to say, the boy has a heart of gold that doesn’t know any bounds. Need someone to help you study? Stuck somewhere without a ride and no cash for an Uber? Have to send someone out for a beer run? Or you just need a teammate for beer pong? Call Sam. 

     MY ONE CONDITION IS SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME.

❝What do you mean I can’t take along my Obi-Wan lightsaber for the trip? Have you seen this thing? It lights up! It’s the perfect weapon too. Watch! Shiii- I didn’t mean to swing it that hard, I swear!❞

@troutymouth This place we’re staying the night at? The lights went out. WHO WISHES THEY HAD A LIGHT UP LIGHTSABER? #underestimatedthepowerofthedarkside

@troutymouth "I’m sorry, ma'am, but you can’t have a Black Friday deal on a lap dance.“ #thingsoverheadatwork 

The amount of joy Paro and Sam Evans have brought back into my life by one application is disgusting. SAM EVANS, ACCEPTED!