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LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

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"It's good to have that settled," Jack said, then, out of curiosity, added, "Where were you before you came here, Rose?"

"Montana," she said dryly. "Are you from somewhere that knows where that is?"

"Given there's no European settlement between the Appalachians and the Pacific coast at home, I'm afraid not," Jack said, equally dry. "I'm trying to read up on it, though."

"And," he added, "I'm from several places. Baltimore was the last of them." He still had a British accent, though.

Rose really pay attention in history class, but she was pretty sure the Academy was more than a hundred years old. "Wasn't there like gold rushes and stuff back in the 19th century?" she asked, frowning. "And covered wagons?"

"So you really are a man of mystery," she teased. "Several places?"

"I was born in in Prague, my guardian is Spanish, and we moved a lot before we emigrated to the colonies this spring," Jack informed her. "'Several places' is the shorter and kinder version."

He shrugged at the rest of it. "Gold rushes? Here, perhaps. In my world the Natives had magic that made the cost of settling the middle of the country too high, and California is Spanish and Aztec."

Rose had to hide a not-quite smile at the idea of the Natives with magic and wondered if any of them were Moroi in disguise. "Believe me that it would be better than Montana then," she said lightly. "More interesting at least."

"So Montana's dull?" Jack asked., "I've only gotten far enough to know it's one of the ones in the middle."

"Montana's dull," Rose confirmed. "Lots of open grass, big mountains, and cows. Boarding school in Montana? Even duller."

"I can't even imagine boarding school, other than this one or the ones in books," Jack told her. "This has to be better than the one with the cows, though."

"Scenery's better at least," she teased, glancing at him appreciatively.

"Definitely better." A smile flickered over his face in acknowledgment of the compliment, but he looked directly at Rose. "What did you do out at the school with the cows?"

"Run away and get expelled," Rose said, looking amused. "Sometimes we didn't agree with each other."

"So you ran away," Jack prompted. "It's one way to make a point."

"Something like that," she agreed lightly. "And somehow I ended up at another boarding school. Obviously it's my lot in life."

"This is my first school, and I'm here as well," Jack told her. "So it must be my lot as well. Best to make the best of it, I suppose?"

"Someone else told me that the other day," she said easily, looking amused. "I think we all say it cause there's nothing else to do. What did you do without school? It sounds wonderful."

"Does everyone go to school here?" Jack asked. "My guardian taught me at home. It wasn't terribly unusual."

Ignoring the whole part where Sebastien was a vampire and a thousand years old, but -- details.

"Anyhow, we traveled, mostly. He's a detective and went wherever he could help. I assisted him, once I got old enough."

"Pretty much everyone, yes," Rose agreed, making a face. "You have to have a high school diploma to do anything really. Or be eighteen."

She looked intrigued at the rest of his explanation though. "That sounds interesting. Did you enjoy it?"

"At home you just have to be sixteen and have money," Jack told her. "My coming here at all was a bit of a lark, since we'd just moved to the colonies and it would be my last year."

He couldn't hide his smile. "I enjoyed most of it immensely."

There'd been bad parts; even horrible parts. But he wouldn't trade a second of it for any other life.

Rose knew what that was like. The problem was that most of those moment were connected with Lissa.

"The having money bit could prove difficult," she admitted. But there was a bit of a smile that this guy, at least, wasn't younger. "My last year too. Just eleven months until I'm eighteen. Not that I'm counting."

"I'm eighteen in just less than six months," Jack informed her. "Not that I know that off the top of my head, either."

[OOC: Crashing, night!]

"We'll have to throw you a party then," she told him, cocking her head towards him. "If we're both still here."

"I should be, at least," Jack said. "I promised my guardian I'd stay until I was eighteen, and it's so close to the end of the semester that I'll at least finish that out."

He smiled at her. "Are you thinking of leaving before then?"

"They promised I could go back if this summer turned out well," Rose said, a hint of either desperation or longing in her voice.

Jack picked up on the hint, though he couldn't tell where it was coming from. "You sound like you'd like to go back to the place you ran away from."

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