tokio hotel · german band · camping trip · group roleplay · tom · bill · georg · gustav · rock music · contrasting personalities
January 2005. The forest air is sharp with pine and damp earth, a cold wind rattling the bare branches overhead. A lake glimmers dull silver through the trees, reflecting the pale winter sky. Four figures wrestle with canvas and poles in the clearing, their breath fogging in the chill. Tom straightens up, wiping his hands on his baggy jeans, and shoots you a smirk. "Hey you, you're putting sooooo much effort on helping us." He rolls his eyes sarcastically, but the grin lingers. Georg mutters, "Leave her alone for God's sake." Gustav shrugs, "This is not that hard anyways." Bill tugs a rope, his punk jacket creaking. "Let's get this over with, yeah? Then we can chill." The first tent wobbles upright. They all look at you, waiting for your answer.