Well this was awkward. Lucas was never one to really object to having someone around who cared about him, but at the moment, it was a bit odd. His mother had insisted on coming to see him off for his trip, standing within the airport with her brother by her side. She kept speaking as if something was going to happen, making sure he had everything he needed and was prepared. He felt like he was a teenager again. It was also kind of nice, he had missed seeing her, since he had quite a bit going on already within his life.
His uncle patted him on the back, assuring his mother he would be fine. He was a capable and strong young man, and he would be alright. Of course, one thing about all of this was not a shocker at all. There was the definite absence of his father. The man was overseas in America at the moment, working on a project he did not feel like discussing with his son. He did not mind it, he was not particularly interested in what his father was dealing with at the moment anyways. His mother sighed, finally wishing him la meilleure des chances et godspeed, which was a french way of saying the best of luck and godspeed.
His mother had always been in love with the french language and culture, and since they had family over there, it was second nature to him. Of course being from the United Kingdom primarilly, his native language was a variation of the English and Latin side of the language. He did have an accent, though to him he hardly noticed it since he was around it all the time. Others who were not familiar with him or his world noticed it quite right away though. He gave her a hug, and his uncle messed up his hair in the usual way he used to even when Lucas was a kid. He waved, before stepping onto the flight.
He felt the nerves bubbling up into his stomach already, though he pushed them down as best he could. He was not about to let him psyche himself out of this before he had even arrived. His eyes slid closed, as he took a calming breath. He was not to far from Japan, in retrospect to how far others might be travelling. He had been all over the world already, and out of the places he had gone, the Japanese culture was one of his favorites. He was quite interested to see how it had changed since he had last been there. The plane landed, and people were bustling around to get their things and get where they were going.
He took a breath, looking out the windows at the landscape, before he moved to baggage to pick up his things. This was going to be quite an interesting event. Honestly, he had never been to a camp before. Growing up, his father had found the ideas foolish and not something someone in his family should do. Even sadder with the honesty thing, he had not experienced many things others had growing up due to his...strict parenting. A sigh escaped him, as he mentally cursed himself. Way to bring down the summer before it even began right? He flipped his phone on, as he got his bags.
He had a message from his brother waiting for him when he did. It made him pause for a moment, his eyes on the screen. Seemed he wanted to talk later, it was the middle of the night over there right now. Odd that he would be contacting him so late...especially since they had been on iffy terms for the pastlike eight years now. He sent back a quick message, before pocketing his phone. He looked around for whoever it was he was supposed to meet, that was giving him a lift up to the location of the camp.
He soon noticed a man with the designated job, getting into a car with him. The trip felt like it lasted for hours, each ticking moment an eternity to Lucas' heart. It wasn't that he was afraid, more excited. A smile played on his lips the entire way, and would not go away at all. The still morning sun was beautiful flittering through the trees and landscape. This was a truly beautiful place. He sat back in his seat, closing his eyes as he said a slight mental prayer to himself, hoping that this would be a good experience and one to remember. After what felt like hours though, the car slowed to a stop.
His heart was pounding in his chest, as he stepped out from the car. His eyes scanning over the scene before him of where he would be calling home for awhile now. He smiled again, thanking the driver. He was allerted things would be taken care of concerning his bags, and to head to up and meet the others. He nodded, thanking the other once more. He made his way across the camp, following the directions to a building. He hesitated outside the door, his nerves suddenly reaching a peak. He bit his lip for a moment, before he took a breath and pushed open the door. The smell of food, and the voices of conversation reached his senses. He glanced around at the others, before he slowly made his way across the room.
To excited and nervous to really eat, he picked up an apple. He then decided to slip into a table on his own, not quite sure about putting himself into the middle of other conversations at the moment with randomly injecting himself to a table. He took a bite of his apple, the taste of it was good, not to sour, but not to sweet. He glanced one by one at the people in the room, not making it obvious that he was. He did not wish to make anyone feel awkward, or like he was staring. He also took a look around the style of the place. It was nice, had a....rustic feel to it, kind of cozy. A light smile once more formed on his lips, he was going to like it here.