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Full Name: Jacelyn Valerie Whittmore
Preferred Name: Jaci
Age: Forever 18
Gender: Female
History: The fact that Jaci is the spirit of chaos is no surprise if closer inspection upon her origins is considered. Jaci was blessed enough to have a father, mother, and younger brother. She was quite the innocent and kind child, and her life seemed to be perfect until the moment she turned 16. Her father was a renown blacksmith who had the opportunity to work with precious metals and jewels. The benefits of his occupation, however, made his rivals insanely jealous. The local lords of Jaci's village came one night to tell her family that her father had been brutally murdered while away at his workplace. From that point on, Jaci's life literally became chaos. Her mother shut down, leaving Jaci to take care of her brother alone. Her brother, only 14 at the time, began a rebellious streak, making Jaci's life even more difficult as she struggled to support both of her remaining family members. By the time she was 18, Jaci had become a horrific mess of a girl. Once beautiful and innocent, she had now seen what the dark side of the world looked like. She held no kindness anymore, and she was fed up with her life as it was. She stopped caring about her mother and sibling and discontinued her habit of fixing their problems. Late on the night of Jaci's eighteenth birthday, her mother had left a fire burning within the house. The flames consumed the primitive village home, and all three family members tragically died. Jaci never forgave her mother for killing her, when she had spent two years of her life making sure something like this never happened. Because of those two years alone, she refused to follow her mother and sibling into the beyond, and instead, she remained an eternal spirit of chaos, determined to make others as miserable as she had been in life.
Personality: Ill-tempered and unmerciful, Jaci gave up the will to care long ago. She thinks inflicting pain is a practical joke, and she thrives on the misery and frustration of the living. She makes it a point never to reveal too much about herself, and considers herself to have no redeeming qualities. Because of this, she judges others with a harsh outlook, preferring to see only the worst side of people rather than their best. She is eternally angry at the entire world for reasons known only to her, and is afraid only of being physically trapped or of fire. She shows any redeeming emotions in the form of an outburst, making sadness look like an accusation, and fear look like a burst of power. She is cruel, unwavering, and much stronger than she looks.
Crush: None
Other: None
Appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/photograph ... 4#/d56gpkz

Full Name: John "Slash" Mason
Preferred Name: John
Age: 17
Gender: Male
History:
John Mason was born into an average family. He had a mother, a father, and an older brother. He seemed to enjoy the aspect of life in general and was a fairly happy kid. His neighborhood had never been marked as dangerous, and so, no one around ever felt the need to be cautious. However, this was their greatest mistake. By believing their home was safe, John's parents had neglected to protect their sons correctly. One night, a man proved their error.

It was midnight. The entire family was asleep and having dreams. John was about 11 at the time. He awoke first, hearing a quiet bang downstairs. Creeping down the steps, he tried to listen for more sounds. Then he heard rummaging in the kitchen. Pots and pans were clattering noisily onto the floor, and John had a sudden and deep feeling of fear creep into his system. By this time, his brother had groggily awoken, but dismissed the sounds and fell back asleep. His parents, on the other side of the house, were too far away to hear anything going on here.

Still, John continued forward. He pressed on into the kitchen until he saw a dark shape somewhere near the stove. When he flipped on the light, however, he gasped. He couldn't stop himself, and the intruder snapped his head in the boy's direction. Knowing his mistake, John tried to back away. Though, the intruder had other plans. Grabbing a kitchen knife, he hustled to the trembling boy. He picked John up by the shoulders and carried him to a nearby chair. Finding wire somewhere nearby, he tied John as tightly as he could to the chair, making sure he couldn't move.

John attempted to get out, but he couldn't break free. The wire was too strong, and his body was too feeble to break away from it. In a desperate attempt to get help, he tried to move the chair and reach the phone just on the counter. However, the strange man came back inside and slammed the chair back against the wall, making sure John was away from any help available to him. Holding the knife to the boy's throat, he slit it ever so gently. It was enough to cause John's first mental scar, and caused a massive amount of bleeding even though the cut had been minor.

The man banged against the walls, in a mad attempt to wake up the rest of the family. John's brother awoke with a start, then, and quickly noticing his brother's absence, hurried to his parent's bedroom and pushed them awake. They all three ran down the stairs in a worried frenzy, fearing for what might be happening. When they finally got to the entrance of the kitchen, they all gasped at the horror. Blood flowed all over the neck line of John's shirt, and he was still bleeding profusely. His breathing was severed and he was forced to struggle for each breath.

John's brother sneaked away from the situation unnoticed. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him to where he knew there was another phone line. And as the intruder became even more hostile back in the kitchen, John's brother dialed 911 in a panic. The intruder had just begun to demand for the family's money, their valuable possessions. John's mother was in tears. His father was trying his best to calm her down and stay strong. He stepped forward and said, "No. Now give us back our son!" His demand didn't go unpunished.

The man slashed against the boy's chest. Strapped in and unable to move, John received the full force of the knife. The man commanded his parents to give him the money once more, and his father continued to step forward cautiously in order to get to John and free him. The man noticed this, however, and grabbed the father's shoulders, killing him in a gruesome scene. John's mother broke down after that, screaming and sobbing and begging for the killer to stop. He replied in an uncaring and harsh tone that he'd stop once she showed him where the money and valuables were.

His mother stayed with the tears still running, frozen in fear and shock. She didn't know what she should do. John's brother had sneaked back to see if his family was okay and had to hold everything in his power not to gasp. Though neither of them moved, and so, the killer turned towards John once again and turned the chair over. He cut the wires off of the chair but they were still entangled all over John. And so, he still couldn't move. The killer then reached for him, and John tried to inch away, scared to death by now, and cried out in agony as another slash came straight into his back. And another right below it, as he tried still to move away.

He curled up into a ball after that, crying and in terrible pain. Just as John's mother unfroze and moved in a haste to grab the money, the police arrived, arresting the killer and taking John into an ambulance. After that tragedy, the family wanted to start fresh. By the time John was 12, they had moved into an entirely different neighborhood and always took precautions, even if it was unnecessary. Both John and his brother were enrolled into new schools, and John's new nickname became 'Slash' overtime due to his graphic scars. John was never the same after that.
Personality: Quiet, untrusting of almost everyone, even though he tries his best to talk to others and make a friend. He's incredibly observant, and braver than you'd often make him out to be. He often keeps his thoughts to himself, and his past is not something he considers an open subject. He's extremely protective of the few he does choose to trust, and will defend his secrets and those in danger with his entire life at stake.
Crush: Possibly Felicity.
Other: He allows only his friends to call him Slash, as it is usually a term that is meant to ridicule him if used by someone else.
Appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/photograph ... 0#/d2i8wrl

Full Name: Trey Alexander Fargo
Preferred Name: Trey
Age: 16
Gender: Male
History: The only true incident in Trey's life was that he was bullied a small bit in grade school, though he learned to weasel his way out of it quickly by the time he got into middle school. He makes average grades at school - nothing stellar, nothing awful. He once got into a car accident when his friend lied about being drunk behind the wheel, but thankfully the accident wasn't too bad and he managed to get away with just a scar on his forehead. He was also caught one time while hacking top secret systems and sent to court, though he was only in jail for two weeks before being released on account of petty charges.
Personality: He is the type of person who is sneaky though loyal. He can get the job done, no matter how coniving he needs to be in order to do it, but he will only do it for his friends. Trey is, in a nutshell, sly, cunning, and smart in all the right areas. He has a pretty lithe form, so brute strength is not his strong suit. He prefers to wiggle his way out of a fight rather than actually fight it and is a true genius when it comes to the art of sneaking around. He has some experience with computers as well, but he really only cares to know this knowledge due to hacking possibilities. Trey wouldn't give up information on his friends/family for anything, as devious as he is. He is true to word and would rather die than break it. He's a great smooth talker, which means he's good at making friends, though it takes a while for him to sort out the truly special ones from just the ordinary ones who would just call him for a favor.
Crush: We'll see...
Other: He has a habit of twirling whatever is in his hands, since he is used to picking locks, hacking systems, and all that other stuff. He's even stolen a few times.
Appearance: http://www.fanpop.com/spots/matt-lanter ... to?ir=true

I'd love to join! This looks awesome!

Full Name: Carter Robert Wetmore

Preferred Name: Carter

Age: 17

Gender: male

History: Carter grew up with his mother, Clara, after his father disappeared. Although Carter had a good relationship with his father before the disappearance, he has himself convinced that he did it because he wanted to leave them. After that, he worked hard to keep a good relationship with his mother so she knew she would always have someone there for her. However, that didn't stop him from rebelling. Once he did some vandalism with spray paint and, even though he wasn't caught, felt guilty enough to promise himself that he'd never do it again. To him, he has to be a man his father would be proud of if he were there and he has to be strong enough to take care of his mother, who's health has slowly been going down the drain.

Personality: Carter is responsible, although, being human, sometimes he slips from that and makes mistakes, sometimes bad ones. He cares about school but not enough to put in the effort to get A's. He has a loving personality and is a bit of a bleeding heart, which sometimes causes him trouble. When asked to do something he has difficulty saying no and whenever he messes up he feels extremely guilty. He is haunted by a lot of self doubt and has no idea how brave or kind he truly is. He's terrified by the idea that his father left because of him.

Crush: none yet

Other: none

Appearance: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maez8 ... o1_500.jpg




Full Name: Angela Paige Turner

Preferred Name: Ange, Angie, Angela

Age: 17

Gender: female

History: Angela grew up fighting for what she wanted. Her mother and father got married when they were 16, both dropping out of high school. Her father ran off with someone else when she was five then ran left that woman for another woman a mere two years after that. Her mother had a hard time dealing with it. Such a hard time that she would come home from work and lock herself away in her room.

Angela always had to work for her mother's attention. When she made the honor roll, she barely got a smile. When she managed to make the winning goal of a soccer game, she was lucky to get a few claps. In her sophomore year of high school, Angela tried rebelling. She got in with the worst crowd she possibly could and even vandalized a few buildings. She knew her mother had no clue what to do with her but she didn't care. She finally had her attention. However, she came home late one night to hear her mother sobbing on the phone with Angela's aunt. Her mother told her how proud she had always been of Angela and how she hoped she'd come around and make the right decisions in the end.

The conversation haunted her for days. At the end of the week, she quit going to her old hangouts and cut all ties with her old friends. She turned herself around for her mother's sake. She decided right then that this was not how she was going to get her attention and began working hard in school to catch up and get the grades she used to get. She stopped socializing and started working on drawing her mother out of hiding. It slowly started to work. Now, a couple nights a week they'll watch movies together and eat ice cream and talk girl talk.

Personality: Angela is becoming more and more confidant as she gets her mother out of her shell. However, she is still insecure about somethings. She does not like people telling her how to act or what to say. She knows herself well enough to know that eventually she'll do whatever she needs to at the time. She makes mistakes but she comes around. She learned that the hard way and hates people acting like she doesn't ever know what to do. She doesn't like to talk about her up and down life with her mother and usually avoids the subject.

Crush: Maybe Aaron?

Other: none

Appearance: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mam7t ... o9_500.jpg




Full Name: Darrell Hunter Anasazi

Preferred Name: Dare, Darrell

Age: 17

Gender: male

History: Darrell grew up with two parents who loved him dearly. However, his father works for a very large coorporation that expects perfection from him and his family. He always wanted them to look like the perfect family. As a result, as Darrell gets older, he finds himself withdrawing from their love more and more. By junior year, he was defying them whenever he could. He'd cook something that his dieting mother didn't couldn't eat but wanted or rip out the last page in his father's mystery novel. Granted, he only did these things when he was angry after a fight with them but he stopped talking to them as well. He stopped participating in family time and started sneaking out the window. He never fit in with his peers, however, so he always found himself in a park by himself sitting on a swing, the bottom of the slide, or the top of the monkey bars.

Personality: Darrell is quiet and moody, only speaking when called on in class and only taking that seriously half of the time. He's a pain in the neck to most people, always mouthing off to anyone who will stand for it. However, it would take only a small act of real kindness to him to throw him through a loop and make him stop for a while and think. He's used to his parents acts of kindness and he can never decide how genuine those are. He is loyal and would jump in front of a bus for someone he loved, his parents included.

Crush: None yet... Maybe Gabby later?

Other: Recently, his family have started giving up on counseling. Unfortunately, someone to talk to us just what he needs.

Appearance: http://cdn4.teen.com/wp-content/uploads ... 00x213.jpg

Moki - Looking forward to see you characters!

Wolf - Accepted! And I can't wait to see what other characters you come up with!

Updated with the bios~ (:

Moki - Accepted, of course! Jaci is awesome, I love how you portrayed her. And John is always an amazing character.

Thanks, I tried my best haha. Sorry I used John again. Once I make a good character I tend to reuse the. xD

That's all right. I do the same thing! XD

I am working on my other characters at the moment, so as soon as WolfCall adds her other character(s), we can pretty much start!

BTW, Moki, feel free to add another character since I'm not sure how much of a main role Jaci will play until the very end.

And anyone else thinking about joining, please do!

Finally added the other two!

I added another one as well. xD

Ooc:// Yay! I am so excited to start this! BTW, if anyone else is looking to join, I will still accept other characters!

Bic:// Felicity gazed out the shattered window of the rotting colonial house, the baseball which had caused the gaping hole in the glass still sitting in the middle of the of the bedroom that Fee used to use for sleeping when she was alive and needed the rest. Being wide awake at every moment of every day lead to lots of free time in which Felicity couldn't do more than stare out of windows and eavesdrop on conversations. Mostly she spent her time avoiding Jaci. Fee tried not to thinking about that chaotic spirit and instead focused on enjoying these few moments alone without Jaci's interruptions.

Felicity more felt than heard the deep bass of a song that she had come to know as "club" or "pop" music. In her time, the only music she ever heard on a regular basis was her uncle's fiddle once a month when the entire family gathered for a large meal. As she strained to hear more than the pulsing beat, Fee wondered how this generation danced to this music, and if she ever got the chance, if she would be any good at it. Her cousins had all envied the way she spun around the withered grass of their backyard, and she was tempted to try to move her feet to this new music. The thought of Jaci finding her attempting to dance was horrifying enough to keep her firmly seated on the window seat.



The loud honking of a beat up white truck echoed off the neatly trimmed grass and polished fountains of the suburban front years lined up right next to each other. Gabby motioned out of her window at the truck, trying to signal to Rose to cut out the noise before she woke up the entire neighborhood. "Gabriella!" her mom shouted up the steps sternly, obviously not approving of Rose's less than subtle way of alerting Gabby that she was outside. This was why she preferred when Carter or John drove.

Gabby rushed out of her room, picking up the billowing layered skirts of her pirate costume, and nearly tripping down the stairs when her foot caught on a loose lace of her boots. She paused on the landing to fix her shoe and tried not to glance at her parents who were path waiting at the bottom of the stair case, arms crossed over their chests, and feet tapping on the hard wood floor. "You know we're still not happy about you going to this party," her father said with pursed lips as Gabby walked down the remainder of the steps at a slower pace. Of course, neither of her parents had let her forget how upset they were that she was going to this party with "that group of hoodlums" on a Friday night. The only reason she was going was because of the promise of chaperones as over-bearing as the two of them.

"I'll be back before midnight," Gabby said as reassurance, hurrying to the door before her parents could impose an even earlier time than what they had already agreed on last week. Her mother seemed ready to open her mouth and argue the time limit again when Rose picked up on her honking again. For once, Gabby was thankful for the noise and ran out the front door, nearly catching her dark hair in the door as she quickly shut it. She wasn't used to her long locks actually being down from her usual messy bun and tucked a group of stray strands back behind the red bandana around her hair as she jogged down her driveway.

"Come on, loser, we're late," Rose shouted at Gabby from the open passenger seat window, leaning across John to do so. Gabby climbed in the back bench seat with Angela, and she had barely shut the door before Rose slammed her glossy black boots on the gas and sped down the pedestrian-friendly road that barely saw 40 mph on a good day. A heavy metal rock band blasted from the speakers, and Rose only turned up the beating drums and screaming guitars as she turned on the highway. "By the way, what the h*ll are you wearing?"

"I'm a pirate...Do I not look like it?" Gabby asked, glancing down at her jangling gold bracelets and white blouse whose neckline ruffled around her neck.

"Yes, you do. Which is the strange part," Rose commented, digging in her console and pulling out a pair of cat ears that she placed on her hair. "See? Now do I look like a cat to you?" Other than the fact that her halter top dress, leather jacket, and high-heeled knee-high boots were all black, the fuzzy ears really didn't match her outfit at all. "But let me guess. The rents vetoed anything that didn't cover you from shoulder to ankle." Rose scoffed at this, not understanding why Gabby listened to her parents at all.



Aaron gripped the side of the truck's bed as the wind whipped across his face. He doubted Rose was following the speed limit and tried to keep an eye out for police. With him, Carter, Trey, and Darrel all riding in the bed of the truck and Rose pushing her speedometer passed 80, they had to breaking about a dozen laws at the moment. He placed a hand on his bent knee, absentmindedly tracing the camouflage pattern on his pants. Though the evening was still fairly warm for late-October, Aaron began regretting his attire of only a dark green sleeveless shirt as the freezing wind tried to rip the material right off of his back.

Ooc:// Yay! I'm so excited!

Bic:// Angela ran her hands through her long, blonde hair then pulled her black mask over her face, completing her Batgirl costume. The rest of it was a fitting leather skirt, a rather tight Batman t-shirt, and leather boots with a slight heel. "I like it," she commented over the loud music. "It's a good pirate costume." She smiled at Gabby, knowing how controlling her parents were and wishing she could help. However, she knew Gabby was lucky to be going at all.

She looked out the window, watching the settings flash by. She knew there was no way Rose was going the speed limit and glanced down at her seat belt. Most teenagers didn't bother with them but she was in the habit. It wasn't a bad habit or anything either. It might just save her life someday. Not now, though. Rose knew how to drive, even if she did make criminal speeding a habit.



Carter looked up at the stars and wondered vaguely how soon they'd get there. He glanced at Darrell, who was lounging on the floor of the bed of the truck, hands folded under his head. Darrell slowly pulled his baseball cap over his face and said something that Carter couldn't quite hear. He hit Darrell with his ship captain's hat and yelled, "What?!" The other teenage boy slowly pulled his hat off his face and glowered at him before heaving himself up to a sitting position.

"I said I like this song!" he hollered back before pulling his hat back over his face. That was typical Darrell, one of the most anti-social people Carter had ever met. He rolled his blue eyes as he looked back at the landmarks as they flew by them. He found it ironic, honestly, that the anti-social Darrell was sporting the uniform of a baseball player. Shouldn't baseball players be good enough with people to be nice to their fans? However, in all fairness, he suspected that under the right circumstances, Darrell could easily be that guy.

Carter glanced around at the other boys in the bed of the truck and gave a small smile. He looked back up at the sky and murmured, "Happy Halloween." This was going to be a good one.

OOC: Since you said we won't be seeing Jaci mostly until the end, I wasn't sure to roleplay her just yet, so... ^^;

John didn't do anything more than blink as Rose leaned over him to yell out the passenger window. It was so typical of her that he stopped being totally surprised by it. If it were up to him, he probably would have turned the music a little lower, but he he could handle it for the time being. In any case, next time he hoped someone else drove the car besides Rose. Someone who actually obeyed most - if not all - traffic laws. He didn't say much, and that wasn't shocking, as he usually didn't. All he did was readjust the furry, clawed gloves on his hands. With a lot of persuasion from the rest of the group, he had finally decided to go as a werewolf. Hey, it was easy. Just bring a mask and some gloves and presto! You've got your costume. He turned back to look at the others, greeting Gabby with a smile. "Hey Gabbs, nice costume!" Although the guy was usually quiet, that didn't mean he had any trouble talking to these guys.

Trey, much the opposite of John, was lying with the others in the bed of the truck, loving the wind pumping through his hair like a fan on full blast. "This is so sick!" he said aloud, shaking his head to feel the effects of the wind even more. Dressed as a raving mad scientist decked in a "bloodied" blue shirt and white lab coat, he didn't seem to play the character all too bad. Also unlike some of the others - such as Angela - he didn't bother putting on his seat belt. Although he should have out of all people, because he had been in a car accident before (and had a scar on his forehead to prove it), he simply didn't care at the moment. "Hey, Rose. Think you could drive a little faster?" he joked.

Ooc:// Moki - You can bring Jaci in for the beginning. I guess what I meant is that she won't really be in the middle part when Fee approaches the others and they begin their search for the well, and then she'll come in around then to try to stop them. I didn't mean to make it seem like you couldn't play her at all till the end! Sorry!

Bic:// Rose flung on arm out the open window, sticking her head out as well to shout into the evening with a sound that resembled a howl. She laughed loudly as she heard bits and pieces of the conversation from the bed of her trunk, but only clearly heard Trey's suggested that she step up the speed. "Don't tempt me!" she called back to him, her voice easily carried on the wind, but she still turned her head around to make sure she was heard. Even taking her eyes of the road and her hands off the wheel, the truck still managed to barrel down the highway in a semi-straight line.

Gabby smiled at Angela and John in turn, happy to see somebody approved of her apparel. "And I like your, Bat Girl," Gabby said with a grin to Angela. "And I'm glad to see you finally took our suggestion," she said to John, leaning between the two front seats to get a better view of his werewolf costume. She noticed Rose had practically half of her body out of the vehicle and grabbed the end of her leather jacket to pull her back down on her seat. "Could you at least pretend you care about the traffic laws? They're put their for a reason."

Rose rolled her eyes at Gabby, muttering, "You are such a buzz kill." Still, at Gabby's words, she planted both palms on the steering wheel and gave a tight lipped grin to her dark-haired friend as she sat in the optimal position for the driver. "Happy now?"

Aaron couldn't help but let a smirk curl up his lips as Rose's upper-half was yanked back inside the truck. He leaned his head back to crane his neck over the side of the bed and felt the full power of the wind running through his hair. Although it really wasn't his lingo, he did have to agree with Trey that this feeling was "sick." Aaron's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he tried to remember exactly how he went from star on the football team to hanging out in the back of a truck with a mad scientist and a baseball player listening to a guy who really needed some anti-depressants shout into a microphone and call it music. Then again, the more he allowed the deep bass to rattle his skull, the more Aaron began to understand why Rose enjoyed it so much. Just as he was beginning to understand the lyrics, the truck took a sharp right turn and almost immediately found it's tires bumping along a rock and dirt path that soon surrounded itself with trees. Aaron quickly tucked his head and arm back inside the safety of the bed as the truck approached a grass parking lot that was already filled with cars.



Felicity wandered away from the window, bored of the same set of trees that she stared at everyday. Despite them being light up by the flashing lights of a party somewhere nearer the border of the forest, the new attraction soon faded as the illumination being ordinary after only a few moments. Instead, Fee sat on the patchwork quilt spread across her bed, a corner upturned in the exact position she left on the last day she was alive. Her body couldn't even move the dust scattered over her bed, and barely made an impression on the blanket like her presence weighed less than a pound. She never knew how much a person could miss curling up under the covers of a warm bed until she couldn't have that pleasantry anymore.

Angela grinned at Gabby gratefully. "Thank you!" She looked at John and nodded. "You've got to be the best werewolf I've ever seen," she told him. As the car slowed down, she threw Gabby a grateful look for having Rose bring her body back inside the truck. Angela shifted in her seat and looked out the window as they began to pull up. This was it. She still couldn't decide if she was going to enjoy herself or not. She was excited but completely unsure. She glanced around at her friends, hoping she could stay close to at least one of them throughout this party.

She undid her seat belt, close enough to not worry about it anymore, and adjusted her mask. It'll be fun, she assured herself silently. You'll get to socialize. You don't do that often, Angie. You're usually with your mom. Take the chance. She took a deep breath, summoning all of the confidence she had and smiled.

Darrell sat up as he realized they were getting closer. This was going to be interesting for sure and it would definitely be fun. He moved into a kneel so he could jump out the moment the opportunity presented itself, impatient to get out and stretch his legs. "This is it?" he called back to Rose. "It's not what I was expecting!"

Carter raised his eyebrows at him. "What were you expecting?" he asked. He couldn't help but be curious as to what the teenager had cooked up in his mind.

Darrell grinned and replied, "A vampire's mansion with secret doorways and passages that go through the walls. Like in Clue! Only scarier." He folded his hands behind his head. "It's the ideal horror movie location," he added, a confidant smirk weaving onto his face. It was true though. A mansion like that would be perfect, especially if there was a Halloween party taking place there.

Carter rolled his eyes. "Yes," he said sarcastically, "because we all want a horror movie to happen while we're here." He grinned back at Darrell and shook his head then glanced around at the grassy field already filled with cars. He hadn't realized there would be quite so many people.