Travis sat on his top bunk bed in the back of the Hermes cabin. His dad's cabin. HIS cabin, for the time being. He as counselor, he was in charge. Just the way he liked it. He loved the power he had over his siblings and cabin-mates. He didn't abuse that power, well, mostly anyway. Mostly he just used to intimidate the newbies that arrived. Travis loved newbies. They made him smile thinking about who there parent might be and when they would be claimed, and that they wre just making his cabin more and more crowded. Okay, maybe that last part wasn't exactly a smile worthy thing. . . but all in all newbies were a good thing to Travis. And he loved to greet them when they came in, show them his good side before his bad side. Though, all sides of Travis were his good sides. But that was just a bit of Travis' cockiness coming out. He had a problem with that. He just wondered if it was safe to leave the cabin or would another newbie arrive and him have to show them the ropes of the camp. He didn't mind, it was one of the duties that he had that he actually liked. Unlike running the camp store now, alone thanks to his mom.