Alright, little background info. Last year we (my year at school) went on an excursion to an adventure camp outside of Newcastle, which is what this is semi-based off. Some of the activities for example, though I made my own instructors up completely off the top of my head.

Warnings: Swearing again, yaoi, mild Robert-bashing from Bryan, pasta-bashing, a conspiracy theory and general madness such as is spawned from my mind. Again, it's not that bad...

Disclaimer: I'm too bored to bother today. I don't own Beyblade. I don't own the 'Great Aussie Bush Camp' from wihich I borrowed some activities (such as Commando). I definitely do not own the boundaries speech from the game 'Commando'. I borrowed it from one of the instructors...what I could remember of it, anyway.

Side notes: Back to Bryan's POV, and a bit of SpencerxRobert in this chapter. Nothing major though, so don't get excited...

Enjoy!


We're at dinner. Just thought I'd establish that now, before I lose track of what's going on. Consider yourself warned, because it will happen. Look; it begins! And I haven't even rambled about anything yet. I am so bored. Not that the people around me are that bad. Robert was right. We have to sit at a table with our cabin mates. Guess it's part of that bonding shit Mr. Dickenson wants us to do. But I'm so bored. I finished dinner already; so has everyone except for Robert and Miguel. They are really slow eaters. Spencer's chatting quietly with Ray and Claude, and I was talking, but now I'm sitting here being bored. We can't leave until everyone's finished dinner. Etiquette or some crap like that.

"...wish I'd brought cards then." Huh? Who's got cards? Oh, it was just Ray talking. He has a nice voice. I'm rambling again.

"Aaron brought some; he'll lend them to us if I ask nicely."

"You're going to have to do a bit more than ask, Claudy-boy." Claudy-boy! Ha, that's a good one. Don't think Claude likes it much though, since he's staring daggers at Miguel. Miguel's still just eating calmly. What is he eating? It looks like vomit. I think it's meant to be pasta. I couldn't eat something that looks like that. Call me picky but I had enough of that in the Abbey. I'm quite enjoying being able to eat real food now.

"Maybe you should ask? You're team captain, he might listen to you."

"Does it really matter?" Robert's finished his food now – finally – and he's doing his snotty look right now. Oh yeah, he has a snotty look. Well, it's more of an I-can't-believe-you-need-this-explained-to-you look, but whatever. Snotty look is so much simpler. "We're doing an activity after dinner anyway."

"Really? What are we doing?" Hah, now Claudy-boy's getting the snotty look.

"How should I know? I'm not running this...camp." Yeah, Robert also hates the idea of camp, but not for the same reason as me. He has no problem with bonding, he just doesn't like accommodation that isn't five-star rated and fully catered. Stuck up snob. Apart from the snob bit he isn't too bad, but...snob.

"Well, how'd you know about the activity?"

"I listened to the instructors." Robert's not saying any more, at least not to Claude. Nope, he's talking to Spencer instead. Claude's taken up talking to Miguel, who's now finished dinner, and Ray's just sitting there, kinda like me, probably as bored as me. Hey, maybe I should talk to him.

"So Bryan, enjoy dinner?" Okay, he'll talk to me first. That'll work too.

"Yeah, apart from watching Miguel eat that...whatever it was. It looked like vomit."

"I know what you mean." Great, we've run out of conversation topics already. Although, dinner's not exactly inspiring, to say the least.

"Wonder what the activity is?" I am not now, and never have been, great with words.

"No idea. Maybe mass hide and seek or murder in the dark." Sounds like fun...not.

"Aren't those kids' games?"

"Yeah, kinda." What do you mean kinda? They are! Ian explained them to me one time. They are little kiddies' games. Probably why he wanted to play them. Then he'd be bigger than the people he's playing with. Oh, Ian's so easy to pick on. No wonder I do it so much. Oh shit, I'm rambling again. I have to stop doing this.

"Boring. We'd better be doing something decent, or I'll skip."

"I don't think we're allowed to."

"So? That's why it's called skipping, tiger." Ray's such a goody-two-shoes. I'm really going to have to change that. Imagine never skipping before. Dreadful. Oh, speaking of dreadful, Tyson's grandpa, who is here for no reason I can understand, is banging his kendo stick on the table to get our attention. Does he seriously take that thing everywhere? I think I understand why Tyson's such an idiot. His grandpa has some serious issues...maybe I'll recommend him to my therapist. Well, I would if he spoke Russian and lived in Russia. Otherwise it's kinda pointless.

"Alright everyone, once you've finished dinner, you'd better go back to your cabins, and change into old dark clothes. They're necessary for tonight's activity. We're not playing it here; once you've changed into something dark that you can get muddy, assemble at the campfire area and we'll go from there. You might also want to bring torches and spray some insect repellent." What the frig? What on earth can we be doing as a game that we'd need insect repellent for? Hold on; where the hell would we be playing a game that has insects? Don't tell me we're going swimming in the lake. There'd better not be frogs. I hate frogs!

"Come on Bry, we'd better go get changed."

"Don't call me that." Ray's coming with us as well, while the others are walking together a bit behind. Our cabin's about the furthest away from the dining room, which is a ten minute trek from the cabins. Actually, the tiger's taken to hanging around me and Spencer quite a bit. I wonder why? Miguel, Claude and Robert aren't that bad, while we're cold, anti-social, unfeeling bastards. Or something like that. The exact description varies from person to person.

"Does anyone have a torch?" Well, I didn't bring one. It's a bloody bonding camp, not a midnight-hiking camp. Plus, if I really need one I'll just flog Ian's. Payback for all the times the midget's annoyed me.

"I did." Good on you, Spence. Glad you're organised.

"What about you, Ray?"

"I don't need one." Why not? Oh, wait; he's a neko-jin. Being part-cat would probably have advantages like being able to see in the dark. Duh, self. Duh.

Well, back at the cabin, and we're all doing the quick-strip thing, except Robert, who insisted it was inappropriate and went into the bathroom. Snob. Claude and me were laughing at him, until Spencer told us off. Seriously, he is being way too nice. Unless he likes Robert. That could be why he's sticking up for him. Though why he'd like such a stuck-up prig is beyond me. I'll be watching them now...not stalking! God no, I have way better things to do. Like talk to Ray or something. Speaking of Ray, he's leaving, and...shit, I'm the only one left. I have to stop rambling!


Alright, I made it to the campfire area. No campfire though. Bit of a rip-off, actually. Actually actually, maybe it's better it's not lit. I think Ian brought some firecrackers. Best not to let him too close to the fire. Best not to let him near fire ever. Everyone else is already here, sitting on the logs and taking up all the room so I have to stand. Ah well, I don't care.

"Glad you all could make it. We'll be playing a game called Commando. If you'll follow us, we'll take you to the place where we'll be playing." The blonde lady's walked off, and now we're all following. Ray and I are somewhere towards the end. Spencer's just standing still with Robert, waiting for us to catch up. We're all walking through a sort of forest, with trees all over the place, a few paths, and lots of mud and puddles. Every so often one of the instructors keeps telling us to get down, so we all drop, some of us better than others. The girls, except for Mariah and Julia, keep complaining about getting dirty, and some of the boys, like Enrique and Tyson, are complaining too.

"Get the feeling we're being led around in circles?" Spencer mutters to me.

"Yeah."

"I think they're trying to familiarise us with the area," Ray chips in. "If the game goes for a while, we'll be playing when it's dark." Good point, cat-boy.

"I actually think they want us to play in the dark," Robert adds. Great. And I don't have a torch. "They're probably going to keep doing this until it's almost dark."

"That won't be too much longer." Sure enough, another ten minutes of wandering and it is almost dark. Another ten and we're crawling through pipes to get into a walled compound. Tell you what, it was the funniest sight watching Spencer try to get through. And watching Robert watch Spencer. There is definitely something going on there, I'm sure of it now. Maybe I should get them together. But I'm pretty crap at that kind of stuff. Wait, maybe Ray would help...he seems to like me and Spencer...

"Sit down already, Bryan!" I really, really have to stop spacing out like that.

"Ray," I whisper.

"What?"

"Need your help with something."

"What?"

"Spence and Robert."

"You really think they-"

"Yeah."

"Sure. I'll help."

"Shut up already," Spencer hisses. Yeah he must like Robert, because he's not being very nice right now. Arse. I'm supposed to be his friend. Ray's watching all this, snickering to himself. If he keeps going, I won't be able to help it. I'll kill him, no matter how pretty he is.

"Alright. Let's explain how to play Commando." It's the short dark guy, Davo, who's talking.

"But first, we need some hostages." Hostages? What the hell? What kinda game is this? "Nothing's going to happen to the hostages, they'll just be taken to another area where you'll have to try and rescue them. It's not that bad being a hostage, actually. You get to sit around and eat food until the others show up to rescue you." Right. Well, no way I'm being a hostage. That sounds so boring. Spencer seems to have the same idea as I do, same with Ray. Robert just volunteered to be a hostage. Guess trying to rescue people in the dark isn't his idea of fun. Snob. Gary, Crusher, Ming-Ming, Mathilda, Raul, Kenny and Emily all volunteered to be hostages as well. Well, this will be fun. I don't think I really wanna rescue any of them. What's-her-face, that big black lady Kiaya, just took the hostages out of the compound. She also took Max's parents with her. I've got no idea where they're going. I hate not knowing stuff, and this time I can't even ask Spencer, because he looks as lost as I am.

"Alright. Time to explain how to play." Davo's talking again. "The aim of this game is to rescue the hostages. You'll split yourself up into little groups of two to four people, and once we're finished here, you're going to go back out into the wild to try and rescue your friends. We, as in all us adults, will be on guard. You'll be given a bottle cap; this is your life." He holds up a bottle cap, just in case none of us know what it is. Idiot. "Don't lose it; they've got GPS units installed in them, and they're worth about two hundred bucks each. Lose them, and you'll be doing the dishes here for a year to pay off the debt." What a bunch of bullshit. I can't believe people are laughing. That's not funny, it's bullshit.

"If the guards catch you, you must hand over your life and return to base, which is here. You'll be made, by me, to do something in return for another life. I might make you do the Chicken Dance or the Time Warp; you don't know. Be assured though that the lives don't come free." No fricking way I'm doing some crappy dance thingy to get a life. No way.

"We do have refreshment here, such as bottles of water if you get a bit dehydrated. It is pretty warm, so keep your fluids up. Now, boundaries. Don't go past the river. Don't go onto the highway. Don't leave the trees. So, if you see Flipper, you've gone too far. If you see bright lights, don't go towards the light. Trucks are not your friends, and we don't really wanna scrape you off the highway with a spatula. So, if you see two bright lights, turn around; you've gone too far. If you somehow manage to end up back at your cabin without the rest of us, come back. The tree's are calling, come back." Yeah, this guy definitely has problems. Don't let him and Tyson's grandpa get together for the sake of everyone else's sanity. This guy speaks absolute and utter crap.

"Oh, if you rescue a hostage, you've got a free pass back to base. Now, if everyone with a torch would bring them out here." What the hell? He's making us hand over the torches? How does he expect us to see anything in the dark? Arsehole. He's rigging it so we can't win. I just know it. It's a conspiracy between him and the others. I have to stop rambling...

"...Bryan? Bryan! And people say I space out!" Shit, Ray was talking to me. I definitely have to stop the rambling

"You do, tiger. Now, what did you want?"

"We have to split up into groups, remember?"

"Yeah, you, me and Spence. Why?"

"We have to go now." That said, Spencer's gone off to get our 'life', while I'm just sitting here with Ray. At least we managed to pick a sensible group for this game. Ian teamed up with Kevin, Daichi and Mystel. Ray's muttering something about imps, and I think he's right. Those four really are imps. And they'll never rescue anyone with the amount of noise they're making right now. We'll probably have to watch out for them trying to stuff us all up or something. You know what else is a weird group? Brooklyn, Max and Tyson. Because Garland's with Kai and Tala, and they made Brooklyn babysit the other two. I think we'd better steer clear in case Brooklyn decides to do his King of Darkness thing. Not that I could blame him if he did, because those two are enough to drive anyone insane. Especially those of us who weren't quite sane to begin with. Not that I'm saying Brooklyn's insane; he's maybe just a bit unbalanced. Seriously, what's with his nature lover act? Dammit, I have to stop rambling! Everyone's already left the compound except us, and Spencer's giving me the death glare treatment. Doesn't he know that death glares are my job?

"Alright, how are we planning on doing this?" Ray asks, looking around at us.

"Know what ghost-walking is?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Follow me." See? Spencer is an over-bearing arse. And finally we've got to the actual sneaking around bit. At the moment we look a bit like we're playing 'Follow the Leader' though. Spencer's in front, I'm behind him, and Ray is behind me. We're sneaking through the bush, because that's apparently what Australian wilderness is called, following Spencer who hopefully knows where he's going. I've got no idea, which is why I'm following. All those circles they made us do at the start threw my internal compass out. Or they would have, if I had one. The whale had better not get us lost because there's no way I'm doing some stupid embarrassing stunt to get another life. I'd rather sit the rest of the game out.

"Bryan, duck!" Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! A flashlight's shining right in my eyes, and it effing hurts!

"Alright, guys, out you come." Shit. It's whats-his-face, the stupid blond guy from F-Dynasty. Romero, that's him. Of all the people to get caught by...wait a second, he has Spencer's torch! The torch must be equipped with some sort of supersonic radar or something, because there's no way that idiot would have caught us on his own. "Hand over your life."

Spencer does so, giving me another death glare. Arse. We all head back to the compound, Ray muttering a quick 'not your fault', even though it really is. Ah well, I'll take it over death glares any day. When we arrive, we're greeted by that idiot Davo who directs us to some cinnamon donuts and a water dispenser. We all have a quick snack before he waves us back over.

"Alright guys, you got caught, so you're gotta do a little something for me to get another life. Ordinarily I'd make it something embarrassing like dancing the Macarena, but right now I need help unloading all this crap." He points at something he calls a ute, the tray of which is loaded with boxes of donuts and water. We all unpack as quickly as possible before getting our new life and heading back out to try and rescue someone.

Back to sneaking through the wilderness, but this time I'm not going to get distracted by my own rambling! This time we're following Ray, who says he can hear voices from somewhere. I'm inclined to believe him, being part cat and all, and Spencer hasn't argued, so we're just following the tiger now, this time doing our best to avoid Romero. We've passed Kevin, Ian, Daichi and Mystel, who got caught by Judy. Poor them; I really don't like her very much, bossy cow that she is. We've also passed Tyson, Max and Brooklyn. They weren't doing much, since Brooklyn was intent on studying all the trees and bushes and shit, and Tyson and Max were keeping each other entertained. They were playing 'I Spy' again. Like you can see anything in the dark. Idiots.

Dammit, Ray's good. I can actually hear the hostages now too. Of course, it's getting a bit harder to avoid all the adults, but it's nothing I can't handle. This has nothing on sneaking out of the Abbey, and I've lost count of the amounts of times I managed that. I really need to pay attention, since we're nearly at the hostages now...

One step, two step, three step...how do we tell when we're 'safe'? I mean, is there a line we have to pass before we're able to rescue a hostage? Or do we just grab one and go? The stupid idiot never explained that to us. Probably didn't think anyone would get past the adults, what with the torch conspiracy and the embarrassing dancing.

...fourteen step, fifteen step. Why am I counting my steps? Eighteen step, nineteen step...

"Alright, I think we got past them." Way to state the obvious, Spence.

"Who should we rescue?" Ray looks worried. I guess the adults could always catch us before we get to someone, if we're too loud or something. He seriously is a goody-two-shoes...

"Whoever's closest? No time to waste being picky." Is it obvious that I don't really care?

"Alright." Wow, now that completely pointless conversation is over, we've stepped into the hostage holding area where Kiaya is sitting with the hostages.

"Got a life, boys?" She quirks an eyebrow at us, and Spencer holds up the little bottle lid. "Alright, who wants to go back?" No one near us seems inclined to move. Can't say I blame them; they get coffee. And Coke! I'm jealous! And craving...

"Don't even think about it, Bryan. Your addiction is unhealthy," Spencer warns. Ray looks puzzled, he doesn't know about my addiction...I don't think. I'm pissed now, and we still don't have someone to rescue.

"Oh, you made it past the 'guards'?" I forgot Robert was a hostage. He was probably Spencer's whole reason to play though. Ray's giving me a look, and I smirk back at him. Yeah, we've got an opportunity here.

"That's right. I guess we're 'rescuing' you then, Robert," Ray says sweetly. Seriously, his voice is almost dripping sugar or something, it's that sweet. Robert's blushing. I'm guessing it's because of Spencer, who's taken the liberty of death-glaring at Ray. Good, means this won't all be a waste of time. I really hate wasting my time. Another thing on my list of stuff I hate.

"Alright, can we go?" I hate to be rude...actually, no I don't. Now the long trek back to base. Boring. Unless we can spice it up a little. "Hey Spence, you'd better help Robert find the way. He didn't have to sneak in here like we did; he's probably got no idea where we're going." I really need to talk to Spencer about death-glaring without my permission. I ought to take a patent out on death glares. Kai's got nothing on me...well, maybe a little. But I'm better!

Ray's giving me a little satisfied smirk now. Oh, we are so going to put those two through hell! Starting right now...

I think I've changed my mind. Maybe this camp won't be so bad after all.


I promised I would update on the weekend, and I did. Yay me!

My longest chapter so far. Woohoo! *pats self on back*

We really did play Commando, though my group never rescued a hostage. We did ghost-walk though, once the Cadet and the Girl Guide explained to poor clueless me what exactly ghost-walking was...

Alas, we also had an instructor who made the whole Commando explanation, including the bits about Flipper and the river, and the highway. I couldn't remember most of it, so it's much different to what he told us. His version was much funnier though. Nowhere near as sad as mine.

Well, hope you liked it. Please review and share your thoughts.