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#003-D
Day 0 - Afternoon
Afonso still didn't quite understand how or why he was here. "Ask your mum," Sara had said, handing him a neatly folded advertisement, glossy, colourful paper which he had carelessly stuffed into his pocket. "It'll be fun." He'd assumed his mother would have complained about their seemingly constant lack of money the moment he'd slipped it into her night-stand drawer, the one that seemed to always contain the same pack of unused nicotine patches - he'd even hoped for it, if he were to be completely honest.
She hadn't, though. Three weeks later, she was dropping him off at the airport, nervous and unsure, a light bag filled with clothes hooked over one shoulder as he watched her leave. She'd seemed almost relieved as she drove off. It had taken Affie the best part of an hour to gather enough courage to text John, to ask him to get him out of there, to anywhere, really, where there wouldn't be so much noise and so many people. He hadn't expected his friend (could he still call him that?) to show up only half an hour later, that concerned look he seemed to always wear on his face whenever Afonso let his guard down and admitted to not being okay. But John had, and despite the long minutes they'd spent together waiting for the stupid plane - outside, where it was dark and silent and maybe a little bit cold - being awkward and hesitant, maybe that meant things would change, eventually.
He'd felt happy when he'd finally sat down on his assigned seat and watched the sun rise through the rose-tinted clouds. He definitely hadn't been this apprehensive when he'd gotten off the plane and found Alex, who had travelled with Icarus on another plane and had then given the both of them a lift to the Camp. Everything had been fine then, up until the moment he had, once again, found himself on his own, with a horse which wasn't his under his charge and an expanse of empty space before him. And no friends, no one to call when he needed help - there were people, of course, people that were settling in and seemed far more prepared and at ease than he would ever be, but he couldn't talk to them. He simply couldn't, and what would they think of him, then? The pathetic little kid, who couldn't so much as say a simple hello. No, it was better to keep to himself. If only he just watched - oh, he was regretting this already - if he just watched, he could figure out what to do.
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My brain woke me at half past three just begging me to write this. HALF PAST THREE.
The picture isn't too good, though. I might re-do it later on. I spent way too long researching clothing for this, holy crap.
I am up for roleplaying, if anyone is interested. Just ask - I can be quite picky, and Affie's a difficult character to interact with, but if you want to, feel free to note me. 
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Also, if Affie ever feels alone, he can always knock on Adam's... well, teepee-door. He's in section D as well.
He's in section D as well.