Second Round of Bios

Camper 6
Codename: Sexy Time
Sexy Time introduced me to skanking. No, not that type... the kind involving ska music and checkerboard suspenders. I don't know where he picked it up, it could have been in one of the thousands of places that he lived in growing up or it could be just another one of those skills he picked up while break-dancing his way through college (true story, that's how he financed his junior year). Realizing midway through his master's year that professional dancing wouldn't finance his extravagant lifestyle, he decided to move into the glamorous field of Direct Mailing. Yeah, you know those credit card offers you get everyday? He sends them.
Drink: Stella

Camper 7
Codename: Raynbo
This one is practically a legend. Famous (infamous? i always forget the difference) for his quadruple chambered liver, he has proven that alcohol abuse, while tragic, is usually a good time. The great outdoors may be the proper place for such a creature as this, as he has been known to kick through a plate glass door simply because he could and the second bottle of Jim Beam told him to. When not proving that "one more round" is usually a good idea, he can be found (sometimes with myself in tow) singing outside the L-train (usually poor covers of Guns 'n Roses or The Beatles) while weakly holding a Styrofoam container hoping to finance the next weekend.
Drink: Winecoolers, bourbon and scotch.

Camper 8
Codename: Poprocks

You may not notice it at first, but on hour eight or nine you will. Poprocks runs on an unknown and inexhaustible source of energy. It's believed that in the years training to be a material scientist she discovered something that has given her this superhero-like power. How would you harness this power if you were blessed with this gift? Poprocks channels this energy into her two main activities: smiling and Ultimate Frisbee. Now that you know that, you know you shouldn't mention her height—she can take off your head with a plastic disc at 200 meters.
Drink: Anything with a high sugar content

Camper 9
Codename: Redneck
All you need to know about this girl is that you've never met her. Got it? She was never there, didn't see anything and knows even less. Okay, I'll tell you, but this is just between you and me. She grew up on the mean streets of Newark, NJ, kicking ass and taking names. He pseudonym then was the "Mighty Meerkat." Well, lets just say she saw something, something that had the potential to put some people in a "family" away for a long time. Thankfully, the feds got to her first and this formerly red haired Irish gem, went under some extensive reconstructive surgery. After a short stint in a unknown ivy league school in upstate NY, her cover was finally blown (long story involving a bottle of Soco, a drumstick and a very unhappy Iranian). She was forced to assume a new identity and move south. Real south. So don't laugh at her pathetic southern accent, she's just trying to sell the part.

Drink: Yes

Camper 10
Codename: Feeders
You ever meet someone and immediately know that some day you'll see his picture on tv, demanding ransom from the UN with a army of killer robots standing in formation behind him? Well, Feeders may be that guy. I knew it on the first night we went out drinking. After helping to prevent a fight between an associate of ours and a Grip from the Real World Philadelphia, he began barking at a poor girl walking her dog down Second. Now based out of DC, he's got a whole new population to psychologically torture. Don't let his goofy smile fool you, he's a evil genius in the making. Sure, he started off scheduling Tractor Trailers (not be the most intelligent army), but look in his eyes, the killbots cannot be that far away.

Drink: Another Beer.