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[color=darkgray]"Mom! I think the power is out!"[/color][sub][sub][sub][hr][/sub][/sub][/sub][/center][right][indent][indent][color=#598865][b][code]The Camp[/code][/b][/color] [color=dimgray]│[/color][@Surtr Inc][/indent][/indent][/right][center][sup][hr][/sup][/center]

Dexter's life was... complicated at the moment. 

He was going through the motions of his daily morning routine, which begun and ended with him practicing a newly discovered flashing ability. It had become somewhat of a daily ritual, since the accident, and he had really thought he was starting to get a handle on his new party trick. Today was different though. He had been training himself to trigger his flash by snapping his fingers, but he just couldn't do it this morning. After that incredibly... gruesome dream. Every time he snapped, it would fizzle, almost like he was striking a flint, and eventually it stopped doing anything at all. Once his fingers started to hurt, he decided to give it a rest and just go about getting ready for the day. He had flipped the light switch in his bathroom on, and had gotten through brushing his teeth when he decided to snap again. Dexter sighed, still nothing. He leaned against the wall, and as soon as his shoulder came in contact with the wall socket just above his kitchen sink the lights and electricity around the house went out.

Dexter furrowed his brow and fiddled with the light switch, which would turn on for a split second and then turn off again. He called out from his room to his mother, [color=gold]"Mom! I think the power is out!"[/color] 

He thought again for a moment and realized, it must be the fuse box in the basement. He snapped his fingers in realization, and his little party trick in all of it's impossibly bright light decided it wanted to work again. So now, Dexter was currently in the bathroom. On the ground. In the dark. His hands were holding his eyes and generally, he was not having a good time. He spent a few minutes groaning on the floor, attempting to bring his vision back at least somewhat. His phone, which was on his bed, buzzed. and stumbled to his feet and out of the dark bathroom. He blinked rapidly in an attempt to bring his now fuzzy vision back into focus, and stumbled over to his phone to answer his snapchats from various people in the school sending out their daily streaks in an attempt to distract himself the small headache that was now forming as a result of his strained eyes.

The lights in the house came back on, a telltale sign that the power was back on in house. Dexter groaned and turned the re-awakened lights back off. This wasn't the first incident that had occurred in the past month. Since the tragedy that had sent the headline of [code]TOWN REELING AFTER MASSACRE[/code], Dexter had found strange occurrences with his person as of late. Sometimes his hair would raise randomly, he'd shock his mom accidentally when he gave her a hug even though he hadn't even TOUCHED carpet throughout the day and hadn't been to Target (seriously, their carts have so much static they could charge his phone). His phone always stayed charged, high lights would flicker when he came near an outlet and he found a [i]very curious[/i] burn mark on his desk after resting his forearm on it while playing a particularly frustrating video game (Kirby's Epic Yarn was the Dark Souls of platformers and no one could convince him otherwise).

Oh, and when he made hand motions, or couldn't see in his room when he woke up late at night, sometimes light came out of his hands. And eyes. Sometimes other orifices too. It was extremely alarming the first time it had happened and Dexter largely wishes he could forget about the whole thing.

Dexter looked away from his phone and to his watch, because he was trying to train himself out of relying on his phone for literally everything. He squinted his eyes in an attempt to discern the small lines with his still somewhat blurry vision. It was, what 8:35ish? Most people their age wouldn't be awake yet. He had an excuse with his flight training to be an early bird. He usually finished flights early so he could do classes in the afternoon. Dexter continued his daily routine, spare of any flashes or other unidentified activity, and was ready to leave his house at 8:45. Because of the incident, he had lost his Miata. However, insurance had been kind to him, and with his clean record of no speeding and the unrelated deaths in the area- he had gotten the value equivalent to the car he had been driving. So, he and his mother replaced his vehicle with a 2015 Mazda 6. It wasn't quite as fun as his previous car, but it did the job more than well enough and it was red so at the end of the day Dexter was pretty happy.

He leaned against the wall near the doorway of his house. He and Britney had very similar class schedules and carpooled as a result to save gas. He sent her a quick text, and would wait for her to reply before taking off for class. If there even was class- apparently there was a bomb threat?

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=wheat]Brit[/color]
[code]Carpool?[/code]
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