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[b][code]The Reid Farmhouse - Mason Square[/code][/b]
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[hider=Overly long text to Hagan][quote][b]To: [color=Darkorange]Hagan[/color][/b]
[code]Full comprehensive rundown of the situation at hand. Think of this text like a field journal, but it's written by a sarcastic gay guy and being sent to you through text message. 
Everyone who went to Camp Murder has powers but not just those people. Other people who weren't even there have powers as well so all of my theories have been discarded. I can make shadows. It's likely that you have a power as well, you might wanna work on figuring that out, big guy. We are living in a superhero movie except we're all idiot teens and I'm scared. 
We met God today, I think. It claimed it wasn't God but I think it was. We got a vision together. It feels like I dropped acid. Anyway, it was rad and you missed out. If rad involves uh.. hallucinating as a group and Scott Reese.[/code][/quote][/hider]

He wasn't excited. 
It was only natural that he'd be feeling apprehensive towards this little adventure. It wasn't safe, it wasn't guaranteed to help and something about old farms just creeped him out. Having so many of the Camp Massacre kids back together on a mission together made him uncomfortable. It didn't really matter to him that they were all super freaks of nature, they were still a bunch of idiotic kids. Idiotic kids were impulsive, they made stupid decisions and they did stupid things, it was only a matter of time before one of them ended up doing something dumb as shit.

He didn't want to be afraid forever but it was hard to shake that fear when he was constantly waiting for the next attack. He and Grant had showed up late to Sucre earlier and missed Scott by an inch and a little part of him had been [i]grateful[/i]. He didn't know why but he'd been afraid that Scott might [i]remember him[/i] as the guy that escaped his axe and that didn't sit well with him. He didn't want to be the prey that got away, he hoped he'd been unmemorable enough that Scott would overlook him if they ever met face to face again.

With a sick feeling inside of him, Martin went to join Rita in her group because when all else failed, it was best to turn to Rita. He knew that she was using her Abstraction on Britney but did well in keeping his mouth shut because he knew that she probably didn't want to get caught. A slight curious part of him also wanted to see what information would come rolling out of Britney with the proper probing. It wasn't malicious, this curiousity, it was just suspicious. He had felt like so many of his questions had gone unanswered.

An Abstraction like Rita's was useful here and he was glad that he knew the truth behind it. When he'd gone on his honesty spiel with her, he had been insanely embarassed. He was [i]still[/i] a little embarassed. It made him curious of what she had managed to reap out of people since they had left Cafe Sucre that day. Though her power was useful and good for interrogation, it was also invasive and kind of unnerving. It made him feel a little on guard. 

He tried not to think about his discomfort around her Abstraction, saying a quiet, "[color=c4df9b]I'll join this group.[/color]" he had opted to wear his long black coat again, the collar was pulled high to obscure his neck marking. "[color=c4df9b]If you'll have me.[/color]"

After the little exchange about dating that he'd had with Grant, he almost hoped that he'd join this group too. He could use more friends around if terrible things were destined to happen tonight but he understood if the boy chose to follow his sister wherever she planted herself. He was just glad to have Rita at least, even if he'd promised himself not to get all stupid and protective over her again, he was much more comfortable with her nearby. 
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