Needless to say, the rest of the day managed to pass without incident. Tym continued to complain, Cynthia, Carl and Krissy all brewed over who it was that pegged them, and the trio was attempting to put together a few more schemes, always however, falling just short of actually accomplishing anything as the knowing and watchful look of Vagger would pass over them. Night fell and the students that brought them set their tents up as friends paired off to spend the night together in each other's tents. The windian trio had, of course, all piled together into one tent, but the air around them was amazingly quiet. It seemed that Jason was murderously tired, and by murderously, he meant to murder anyone that kept him awake. He fell asleep almost instantly after settling into his sleeping bag. David dozed a bit, sleeping somewhat uneasily and waking every few minutes. Chad, however, couldn't keep his eyes shut. The brown-winged windian was not at all used to sleeping in a place that wasn't his house, and he couldn't seem to relax enough in this new setting to become tired. In fact, lying there awake, staring up at the ceiling of the tent, Chad Wingston was becoming very very bored. He attempted to amuse himself by imagining creatures lurking out of the darkness, attacking random tents and even his own. He imagined that those snores he heard from other nearby sleeping quarters were really growls of the unknown creatures, and that at any moment the entire campground would come alive as hoards of these ravenous and terrifying creatures would pour out from the shadows, spilling out of the darkness like a flood of water through a broken dam, causing all of the students to awaken with a sudden shriek that would unify into one sound, filling the night air around them with such a force that even the ground would vibrate, splitting open and sending them all hurtling into the darkness that dwells only at the bottoms of the abysses with no end.

But of course that wasn't going to happen. The feeling of falling into a black abyss was much the same as the feeling of falling in one's sleep, and that instantly awoke Chad with a start. Well, it would have awoken him if he had been asleep in the first place. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he ever fell asleep. Either the abyss and monsters had been a part of some weird dream, or he'd simply managed to lose himself into his idle daydreaming. Either way, he was more awake now then he was earlier, and he was that much more bored. He closed his eyes once more and attempted the journey into the black, bottomless abyss, when a sudden noise from beside him caught his attention and his eyes slowly fluttered open.

Chad waited a moment for David to groan again and turn over, attempting to make himself comfortable in a new position. After a minute, the brown-winged windian glanced over at his friend.

"Dude... you asleep?"

"No." David groaned. "But I want to be. Does that count?"

Chad chuckled. "I can't get to sleep either. Might be Jason's snoring though, the guy sleeps like a rock." That earned a chuckle from the wrestler. "Dude..." He heaved a sigh. "I'm bored.... I want to do something..."

"What is there to do this late at night when you're in a tent and trying to get some sleep?" David punctuated his question with a yawn. Chad just shrugged his shoulders.

"I dunno.. wanna play twenty questions?"

"Wanna shut the fuck up?" Jason's sudden growl caught both of his friends off guard.

"Oh Jason!" Chad's voice suddenly seemed to light up. "You're awake?"

"Only because of you." Jason growled. "Now shut the fuck up or I'm going to shove something unpleasent into your mouth so you'll stop talking."

Chad and David both went silent until the sound of Jason's snoring started up again.

"Yea sure." David's quite voice poked through the night air timidly, in hopes of not disturbing the red-haired time bomb that was a tired Jason Burnhart. "I'll play twenty questions."

"Alright..... you go first..."

David thought for a moment. "Okay, I got it."

"Dude, are you bigger then a bread box?"

"No."

"Are you colorful?"

The wrestler thought for a moment. "... Not really?"

"Hrm...." Chad stroked his goattee lightly as he thought. "Are you in this tent?"

"Will you shut UP??" Jason was awake again.

"Yes." David's reply was more to Chad then it was to Jason, though the timing of the answer almost threw the three off. No one was sure just what he meant, and by the rules of the game they were playing, David wasn't allowed to explain who he was answering to. However, the rest of it seemed to work itself out in the scene then played by Jason and Chad.

"Can I fucking get some fucking sleep?" Jason growled as he rolled onto his side.

"Dude! We're just playing a quick game."

"Well you're being too fucking loud!"

"We're hardly doing more then whispering!"

"Chad, I'm going to take your fucking pillow and cram it up your ass if you don't shut the hell up and let me get some fucking sleep!"

Chad immediatly snapped his fingers and turned to David. "You're Jason's temper, aren't you?"

The sound of Chad Wingston being hit over the head with a pillow was just slightly muffled by the tent that surrounded them. The simple 'ow' that immediatly followed however, could be heard clearly throughout the night.