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[indent][color=d4f1e7]The Seattle native was thankful for his upbringing in Washington as he cruised up the hills in his black Jeep Wrangler.  The roads were winding perilously through the wooded hills and were slick with freshly fallen snow. Desmond’s skills at driving in the snow were bolstered by the back of his car being weighed down by his luggage as well as two bags of salt — just in case. Des and his father might be having a bit of a… [i]difference of opinion[/i] at the moment, but he did take after the man enough to “always be prepared for an emergency”.  Chances are one of the non-local drivers at this camp might be needing it more than he would.

Desmond glanced at the Google maps directions on his phone, seeing that he was a mere four minutes away from his destination. Checking the clock on the dashboard, that put him about right on time for the planned arrival period. Dez drummed his fingers along the steering wheel in time to the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmtRMoMWUKE&ab_channel=EpitaphRecords]Parkway Drive song[/url] that was blaring through the Jeep’s sound system. The relentless bass was loud enough that the glass windows of the vehicle were vibrating.

[i]Life is good, man.[/i]

That thought passed through Desmond’s mind as he pulled into the parking lot of Second Horizons. This might be his first Christmas away from his mom and sister… and dad… but that didn’t mean it was going to be a bad one! Jackson always talked this place up, plus he’d get to spend two full weeks shredding the slopes, filming sick content for the Tok, and meeting people that like boarding as much as he does. Hell, maybe there’d be a snow bunny or two to get cozy with too, that could be fun.

Dez went around the back side of his car and popped the hatch to pull out his bags. One larger suitcase contained his clothes and basic toiletries, while the smaller “toiletries” bag housed his real [i]necessities[/i]. His camera, his weed, a carefully wrapped festive bong, a copy of Halo 3 and an extra xbox controller, as well as his various chargers and spare electronic devices.

Following his fellow campers, he assumed, Desmond made his way to the North Pole area. A larger group was gathered there, with the counselors wearing t-shirts to separate them according to their cabins. Dex recalled that he was assigned to the green cabin and made his way towards a cute little shortie and a guy with curly hair, presumably his counselors. On his way, he saw Jackson and nodded his chin with a half-smile in a subtle greeting when their eyes met.

[color=40c095]“Sup, I’m Dez. Where can I put my shit?”[/color] Desmond asked the pair in green shirts as he approached them.[/color][/indent]