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there is no lake, there is no shade

CAMP GREEN LAKE AU MEME
Loosely based on the novel/movie adaptation Holes by Louis Sachar

you've got to go dig those holes
with broken hands and withered souls
emancipated from all you know

Welcome to Camp Green Lake, a juvenile imprisonment and disciplinary facility where we offer an alternative to a prison sentence and correction to our young inmates by way of hard labor. Our philosophy is very simple: Take a bad kid and make them dig holes all day in the hot sun, and it will turn them into a good kid. And if you happen to find anything interesting, well... better bring it to The Warden. Maybe you'll get the rest of the day off.

For the sake of keeping possibilities open, Camp Green Lake is now co-ed and, if you wish, open to adult inmates as well.

ROLES:
1. Camper: You broke the law, or maybe you were framed, it doesn't matter, you're the same as all the other scum here. You'll be assigned to a tent and given a camp name. Better get used to it, cause that's who you are until your sentence is fulfilled!
2. Staff member: An option for the characters that just don't fit as a camper. Are you a counselor? A cook? A watchman? Medical staff? Maybe you're the Warden...
3. Wildcard: Something I didn't think of?

PROMPTS:
1. I got no respect 'cause I'm the new man: You've just come off the bus. Time to meet everyone.
2. Wake up in the mornin' before the sun: We get an early start at Camp Green Lake. 4:30 am to be exact. Not a morning person? Too bad.
3. The dirt in these shovels will give us a beat: There's no set rules about talking while you dig your hole, so long as you do it, every day. The watchman on guard might have a different opinion about socialization though, and helping another camper with their hole is absolutely not allowed.
4. You gotta find somethin' never found before: Someone found something while digging! Is it interesting enough to earn a day off or some shower tokens? Camper politics with finding items can be confusing too, just because you found it doesn't necessarily mean you're the one that gets to turn it in and get the potential reward...
5. Your muscles stay sore: Yeah, you're gonna be sore and blistered. This is a punishment, after all.
6. What is that you smellin: Water is a commodity around here and shower tokens are precious, especially when everyone works in the hot sun all day. Don't worry, you'll get used to the smell...
7. That's all I do is dig holes, eat, and sleep: Once you've finished your 5x5 hole for the day, you're free to do whatever you'd like around camp! There isn't a whole (hah) lot to do, but you could always hang out in the rec room or catch up on your sleep. Maybe you've got an appointment with the camp counselor.
8. Dig it up oh oh dig it: The wildcard option.

Note: As this is an AU meme, it's recommended that you include some information on what your character's role/life would be! If they're a camper, what'd they get charged with and what's their camp name? If they're a staff member, what's their job and do they actually have any interest in helping the campers become productive members of society, or do they have an agenda of their own?

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[Karen "Bumblebee" Beecher. Has been at camp for a while now. A favorite of the staff, (sometimes much to her chagrin.) Got taken in for breaking & entering. "Bumblebee" is for her stinging wit.]

[He's at camp for....... blowing up a building??? in an attempt to assassinate a powerful businessman by the name of Lex Luthor???? how he got offered this "compromise" is beyond me

camp name is "arsenal" on account of all the make-shift weapons he's had taken off his person]

[Speedy plops down next to her at the mess.]

Hey Bee, you got a bath token I can trade for? Lost mine for two weeks for that stunt I pulled with the car and I fuckin' reek.

[few options...

A. Grade-A good girl Kara with a heart of gold is framed for... something. Maybe she never revealed her powers and was never Supergirl! Could be a high school AU! She uses x-ray vision to see if anyone has pranked her locker today before opening it and - surprise! Someone has stashed [contraband of our choice] in it to frame her! And boy does it work.

B. An KO'd adult!Kara winds up at Camp Green Lake with no memory how she got there, but everyone assumes she's part of the latest crop of campers. She tries to figure out who's trapped her here WHILE getting your camper to like her. Either she digs her holes too fast (hello, superspeed/strength), which makes everyone jealous and hate her, which is just TERRIBLE, or she can help you dig yours since she can move before the watch guard blinks, and that earns her some good favors.

C. Bad girl, red Kryptonite!Kara breaks the law and is sent to Camp Green Lake, either high school AU or adult!Kara, and she tries to take over.

D. Alternately bad girl, red Kryptonite!Kara starts trying to control the populace by creating Camp Green Lake, and she's the warden. The campers are set to find whatever interesting things they can that will help her advance in control.

E. OR SOMETHING ELSE??? All of these were thought up on the fly and none are set in stone, so change them up to suit your fancy or give me better suggestions. This is an AU I never knew I wanted, but I WANT IT, so bring it on! Info in journals but I'm down for pretty much all genres/tropes and the like.]

( i have many ideaaas.

1-- harry's the son of the warden, so he visits/lives/whatever at his dad's nice, homey living quarters with regular showers and no work. most of the camp probably hates him for it.

2-- idk how he'd actually end up at camp since he's largely a good guy and norman would probably pull so many strings to make sure he didn't end up there, BUT. let's just pretend that someone let him get busted and framed him to take the fall for their shit. his nickname is probably "slacks" or something, because he's used to wearing suits and fancy clothing (like... y'know, slacks?), but he's having trouble keeping up with the work because he's never had to do this kind of labor in his life so he... slacks off. har har, i'm so funny.

3-- he's on the staff, volunteering his time as a counselor to try and help the kids. he's the one you wanna suck up to because he feels bad for them and tries to be generous with them. probably gets in trouble for doing that, too. he's also a damn good cook and probably regularly makes them food. like, real food.

but i'm up for whatever, so if you have any ideas of your own, hit me. )

(Let me know if this doesn't work for you.)

"Hey, Harry! Where've you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" Alistair - or Blabbermouth, though he always protested the name given how obviously inaccurate it was - thumped down in the chair across from Harry.

His broad grin and dirt-smeared face made him look more like a boy who'd just come in from playing outside rather than a young man charged as an accessory to murder. On the rare occasions he'd been persuaded to talk about the events that had led him to the camp, he'd staunchly maintained his innocence in the deaths of his half-brother and the others who'd been with Cailan Theirin when the bomb went off. The story hadn't convinced anyone else who'd heard it, given Alistair himself - the one who stood to inherit the Theirin family fortune with Cailan gone - had been conveniently absent from the gathering where it happened but that didn't stop him saying it.

More often when he came to Harry though, it was to share some unrelated story or tell bad jokes - and to avoid work, of course. That part went without saying.

"I was beginning to think you were avoiding me. My feelings were all hurt you know? I cried myself to sleep. You should feel bad for wounding me so terribly." Pressing a hand to his chest he sniffled dramatically and stared woefully across the desk at Harry. His absence may have had a little more to do with Alistair's tendency to get into trouble and lose his privileges than any avoidance on Harry's part but that wasn't going to stop him trying to get something to make up for it.

( it's perfect! pretty excited to see an alistair too, ngl. )

Harry's been told plenty of times to stop falling for everyone's "sob stories", and it's not that he didn't try to be skeptical, but the whole reason he came here was to make a difference. After a while, it was impossible not to get attached to some of the kids and young adults stuck here. He couldn't help but be a little more lenient with them. Alistair is among those Harry's become attached to. He's honestly not sure what to make of Alistair's reasons for being here...

But he does know that - in spite of his perpetually running mouth - Alistair has always struck him as a good guy. Never seemed to care much about money or power for someone who was supposed to have murdered his half-brother for the fortune he'd inherit. Hard to imagine he could murder someone at all. Maybe that was naive of him, maybe not.

Not like Alistair gives him much time to dwell on it when he's around, jabbering as he does. As it stands, Harry's kind of relieved for the presence that just helps himself to the chair across from his desk. With his reading glasses perched on his nose and the way he was hunched over the desk, it was pretty obvious he was doing some paperwork. He hates paperwork.

"Hey, bud," Harry greeted with a lopsided grin. His brows scale his forehead some when Alistair insists on the reason for any absence being Harry's avoidance and surely not Alistair's (unintentional or not) knack for troublemaking. "Oh, gee-- I hurt your feelings?" Harry, in turn, slaps a hand over his heart in dramatic fashion, pushing himself against the back of his chair for added effect.

"Because, y'know, obviously you weren't aggravating the warden again, or accidentally starting a food war in the mess hall or anything... Right? No way that had anything to do with it." There's a smile itching at the corners of Harry's mouth now. "How ever can I make it up to you, Alistair?"

Frankly he'd rather be out digging holes in the heat.

Lorne is not sure why he's been pulled off of digging for this. The warden's house is clean and immaculate-- there's likely nothing left to scrub or dust judging by the state of what he can see. Being put on housekeeping duty as a punishment for running off seems like more of a fabrication with every step. It makes him nervous even though he won't allow it to show on his face. Being small and lanky, attitude is everything in a place like this.

Once the door closes behind him, Lorne stands in the entryway of the house with a loose and indifferent posture. He looks to all sides slowly and unhurried, determined to be ready for anything intending to trip up his composure.

[ Older Lorne is available too. Replies for that would come from

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[ Child responses will come from

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Edited 2017-01-09 18:32 (UTC)

[A. Oh look, Barfbag grew up! Nah, you must have been out in the sun too long. That's just Richard Gecko, the worst Counselor Camp Green Lake has to offer. See, he used to be a camper here too, went straight back to crime, and as an adult was sentenced to the next level of the camp indefinitely. He's here to serve as an example for what not to do, and is extremely bitter about it.

B. Tiny option is available

cokebottled! ...who isn't Zane Holtz but Barfbag was in Holes for less than a minute so I'm adjusting. ;)]

By and large, Norman Osborn did not like his son hanging around the delinquents at the camp. Whether that be to protect him or to keep their bad behavior from rubbing off on him, who can say. Either way, he certainly has a very strict idea of what he wants for his son, however, and that does not include juvenile troublemakers. So, when Harry comes out to visit on weekends, breaks, and the summer from his fancy private school, he's usually bored to tears. No one to talk to except his dad?

That's a recipe for going insane.

So... it's probably not much of a surprise that Harry hatched this wild idea that housecleaning be some form of punishment just to get some form of company out here. Harry had a choice in who got pulled from digging for it, if only because Norman assumed his son was showing some interest in eventually picking up the mantle of warden himself.

He ended up picking Lorne Malvo. There wasn't any real bond between them. No friendship by any stretch of the imagination. But Harry liked him-- especially after the guy had scared off some camp-goers that thought it was a good idea to harass Harry while his dad was away. It wasn't out of any particular show of kindness, Lorne's intervention, but that didn't dissuade Harry. He was determined to show him some of his own kindness. That was his way of doing that.

With his dad at the actual camp, that left Harry to oversee the so-called housekeeping punishment on his own. You know... if punishment included a glass of iced tea and a plate of cookies Harry had cooked up himself. He peeked out from the direction of the kitchen when he heard Lorne being let in and cracked a lopsided (very nervous) smile.

"Hey, pal. --Uh, welcome to the humble abode?"

[For the sake of easy let's pretend he's human. Edward "The Platypus" was dropped into camp after attempting to embezzle his rich family. Now practically forgotten by his family, Edward runs his own hole racket in his own part of the camp.]

(Ha, I'm super happy to see Harry myself!)

That was him, the hero of the day, swooping in to save Harry from the boredom of paperwork and being organised. Such a terrible fate and a waste of Harry's skills - and his sense of humour. So many of the other members of staff didn't have one.

Grinning even wider Alistair shook his head. "Of course I had nothing to with that! I'm the victim in all this, I was blamed unfairly. Just because some of my daily slop happened to get into someone's hair, that doesn't mean I started anything!"

He'd had a feeling Harry at least would appreciate the war after hearing about it. It had been entirely worth the trouble he'd gotten into as a result, even if cleaning up the mess hall afterwards had been less fun. Most of the other campers who'd gotten involved didn't share that view though, so he was left to share the joke with his counsellor. And hopefully share something else too, if he was lucky.

Eyes gleaming, Alistair leant forward conspiratorially. "The stuff they feed us here is terrible anyway. No one should have to eat it. Especially not a growing boy." Never mind that Alistair was old enough and tall enough not to be growing anymore unless his mother was some kind of giant. He needed to keep his energy up! "You could make it up to me with some real food."

Harry's willingness to feed the campers and the fact that what he provided was far better than most of them had had for months was what brought most of them to him in the first place. But, even if the Warden had finally cracked down on his indulgence of them, Alistair would still have kept coming by. The man was the last thing Alistair had expected when he'd first met him, knowing of the Osborns from the same circles the Theirins had moved in. Maybe it shouldn't have been a surprise, given how little Alistair himself fit in those same circles, but it was. Mostly though, he was just happy to have someone willing to laugh with him.

[Camper! She most likely got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, or trying to do something she felt was morally the right thing to do but was super illegal. Nicknamed Cuss for her absolutely foul mouth.]

Edited 2017-01-11 00:23 (UTC)

Harry earns himself a lingering, wide-eyed stare when he reveals himself as the mastermind of the plan. It takes Lorne a minute to place him; this guy is parading himself around with pride, like he's a fox that just got into a chicken coop. Once he's sure that this peer is not an inmate, but the heir to the camp, he is not entirely sure what awaits him in this house.

Where any greeting, formal or otherwise, would soften the awkward start of a dialogue, Lorne offers nothing in return. He swallows his anxieties and doubts instead, continuing to stare down Harry for a sign of true intention rather than manufactured chit-chat.

The silence is met with increasing awkwardness. It's not like Harry exactly expected a warm greeting, but he still expected some kind of a greeting. Bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, he expels a breath.

"Alright, look. You're not really in trouble. I just--" How does he say this without sounding like a whiny child that's going insane without a friend? "You guys get in trouble for all kinds of bogus stuff, y'know? And you helped me out that one time--" He bobs his shoulders in a lazy shrug. "Thought maybe you could use a break?"

A beat.

"I have tea. And cookies." Because that doesn't make him sound like some overeager grandma or anything. "If... you want."

[The wrinkle of her nose is slight. She's trying not to show her hand too much, but the stink is rather overpowering.]

So I can smell. What're you offering?

[Honestly, she'd give it to him just to make him go away and stop smelling, but she won't tell him that.]

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