[hr][center][h1][color=00aeef][i]Jesse Martinez[/i][/color][hr]
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It had taken Jesse awhile to get out of bed. Even after being at the camp for weeks now, he still wasn't used to waking up at a decent hour and reluctantly joining the other students in festivities. If it was up to him, he wouldn't be here. It was this stupid camp, or be in a maximum security federal prison. Just the thought of being in a prison where you couldn't use your powers made him shiver. He hated being in spaces he couldn't get out of. Having his density power caused him to develop claustrophobia over time and even being in a tight room for too long gave him an anxiety attack. [i]But[/i] at the end of the day, he was still here. He couldn't pretend that being at Camp ThinkerRock wasn't better than being at home to a family that low-key hated your existence. Maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but he knew they were disappointed in him by not only his 'lifestyle' that Christians like to put it or the fact their son is a metahuman criminal. At least his mother cared about him somewhat more than his sister and his dad. Jesse didn't think he would ever rekindle a relationship with them ever again. Time would only tell.

Jesse found himself strolling across the lawn in his ridiculous camp uniform which he tried to fight the counselors from wearing, but he ultimately had no choice. It wasn't the first time he had gotten in trouble since being here. The Hispanic boy had a knack for not using doors and just phasing into places without warning. There were times he was wandering aimlessly and found himself phasing into a bathroom with the occasional 'Do you mind?!' or 'Its called a door, use it!' comments. It was weird that sometimes he didn't even need to take a breath when activating his power. Maybe they were growing which would be logical since the students were training all the time.

He phased into the Lodge where other students were up and relaxing for the day. He noticed that not many people were at the couches where the TVs were at so he made his way over there. He flopped down on the couch, snuggling into his jacket that he wore over his uniform and turned on the television to play some games. Video games were one of many things that helped him through his withdrawal from the drugs he did with his crew before being sent to Camp. If only they knew that he came out the closet and was a metahuman freak. That would be a hell of a confrontation. Jesse turned on the console and started playing some Mario Kart. Ironically one would think based on his appearance that he was a first person shooter type of person, but those games really gave him a headache with all of the movement. He would play them every now and again if he was bored enough. Letting out a huge belch, he played his game with that permanent bitch face he always had which seemed to detour people away from him most of the time. He had only talked to a few people since being at Camp and even then those conversations were always short. Eventually he would probably open up more to people.

"What the fuck dude," Jesse said to himself as his kart ran off the trail and he had to start all over, putting him in 8th place. "I hate this fucking game sometimes."