[h1][color=crimson]Zachariah Bale[/color][/h1]
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Zach opened the door to room 139 and stepped inside. He was immediately made subject to the lavish interior, with the modernized furniture and fixings, and the overall sense of comfort. And what was his response to the notion that he’d be living here for a while?

[color=crimson][sub]“Nnnggg…”[/sub][/color]

As he walked further in, his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. It was his dad. Had to be, he didn’t have any other contacts. He pulled it out and switched it on.

[i][color=gray]U there yet[/color][/i]

[indent][i]Yes I am.[/i][/indent]

It was funny. Nearly opposite personalities, yet Zach was the one who employed proper spelling and grammar in his texts, while Keagan wrote like a goddamn child.

[i][color=gray]How is it[/color][/i]

[indent][i]About what I expected. A bunch of kids with super powers in one place ready to blow up at any given moment.[/i][/indent]

Nothing after that. Zach put his phone away and proceeded to claim one of the available beds as his own, noticing the other was already situated with a few bags and trunks that obviously belonged to Mason. Looks like he had the common decency to leave him the bed closer to the bathroom; the more practical one over the more comfortable one. Eh, he didn’t really care enough to argue. A bed was a bed. He set all his stuff atop it – which wasn’t much – and took a seat. Boredom quickly set in, and he considered getting back out on the campus to do some exploring. Then he figured that’d be what was expected of him. Oh, but he wanted to get a feel of the place, so he decided on an alternative.

And God, it was a pretty bad alternative.

Zach got up and strolled on over to the bathroom. He stepped inside, locked the door, ignored the pleasant appearance, and proceeded to undress. Underneath his normal clothes was a slim, two-piece, shiny, silver jumpsuit. A Nomex fire-resistant uniform. Usually meant for fire fighters, but Keagan bought it online to solve the problem of Zach’s clothes getting torn and burnt whenever he utilized his abilities. He tossed aside his hoodie, jeans, gloves, shoes, and socks. All he was left in was the Nomex. He sat down on the toilet with both lids down and took his goggles off, revealing his swollen, irritated, pale-blue eyes. He set his goggles on the sink counter, leaned back, shut his eyes, and relaxed.

Complete, utter silence for nary a moment.

Twitching.

Sparks.

And suddenly, from Zach’s body jumped forth a humanoid being of bright, blue, pulsing energy. Thankfully, there wasn’t any big outward surge like there used to be, when he first discovered he could do this. He leapt forward and floated above the bathroom floor, taking caution not to accidently poke his clothes with his specter-feet.

He turned his head around the bathroom, noticing a wall socket across from the toilet. If he was going to explore, he might as well do it in his own unique manner. He hunched forward and began to dematerialize, the veins and energy making up his incorporeal form spiraling into the socket. Now, he was loose inside the school’s wiring. And he had an hour to do whatever until he had to get back to his organic body.

Maybe he’d have a little fun and start a rumor that there’s a spooky ghost running arou- oh nevermind who the hell would even buy that.