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| Cameron was inside, it was dark in his house. He had only just got home, it was raining outside so Cameron was quite pleased to find he had left a couple of his lights on. One in the kitchen and one in his bathroom down the hall. He had seen a lot of different things particularly that pertained to his job, yet he still felt pretty uncomfortable sitting in the dark especially knowing that pretty much everything else on the face of this planet could see much better than him in the dark. He turned on the light to his living room and sighed, nothing was out of place--though to any bystander it looked like everything was out of place. His floor was littered in old clothes, some trash, and old magazines. His couch, which was over-sized for how small his living room was, had seen better days. There was hardly any cushion and sitting on it wasn't terribly comfortable, even putting aside the fact that it smelled like the couch had been thrown in the lake and left to dry beside a swamp. Cameron took off his muddy shoes and tossed them beside the door, they flung a small amount of mud on the side of the wall but he didn't really care. As Cameron walked to the couch, though, he heard something crash from the kitchen. For a few seconds he was frozen in his spot, somewhat overwhelmed as he slowly realized that all of his kitchen utensils had fallen to the floor. Assuming this was the work of something malicious he realized he was, for once, unarmed except for a pocket knife. That'll have to do, he found himself thinking as he also imagined he would die. He smiled to himself as he imagined what it would be like to have a real job, one which did not require random monsters to appear in his kitchen for no reason at all. When Cameron walked into the kitchen and looked around the corner of the wall, he didn't find what he was imagining. Rather than some ravenous beast in his kitchen looking for him he found...well what looked like some strange disk that was floating in the air right in the middle of his cabinets. He wasn't too upset about the cabinet, honestly the only thing that was in there were old canned beans, even he wouldn't eat those, but this was beyond anything he had ever seen. "Holy sh*t." Cameron said under his breath as he came out, realizing that there wasn't a lycan in here, but that, in all honesty, he was probably going to be killed by whatever created this technology. |
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| It was midday and sunny, it was the kind of weather for a decent picnic outside. Of course Jared isn't the type to go on picnics, though at least he could enjoy the atmosphere while he was outside even if it would only be brief. Wearing dark-wash straight jeans that were a bit big on him and what Jared could only assume was a clean, blue t shirt with some logo of sorts Jared wasn't going to call himself the swankiest guy on the street but at least, for once he felt like a muggle again and it was a nice feeling. Being a muggle mean that he actually isn't an adult yet, or rather he still is but most of society doesn't expect anything of him. They probably think he'll be going to university, Jared tried not to snort at the very idea. By now Jared was beginning to get strange looks from passer-bys, honestly he couldn't blame them much. He was smirking to himself, walking slowly on the sidewalk and nearly running into everyone he was passing. His hair hadn't been combed in, honestly, weeks. Although Jared was washing it, his wavy brown hair didn't make him look put together. Jared never was very put together, in fact, he kind of looked like he had just dragged him out of the gutter and stole some clothes from a clearance bin. At least, Jared couldn't help think, he could do whatever he wanted. It was nice, he felt, to be among muggles now that he's graduated and able to use magic. Naturally he couldn't use magic in front of them, but if the need arose he could and they would be completely destroyed by it. Jared got some amount of satisfaction knowing that, although he'd probably be sent to prison for it, he could still do whatever the hell he wanted. These guys don't even know how much more powerful he is and Jared felt pretty damn satisfied because of it. Jared turned another corner, he had probably been walking for the last ten minutes but he was only passing one block, it was sad how slowly he was walking. That alone was making people try to stay clear from him, most people don't walk down the street so completely enthralled in their own thoughts that they're simply walking, staring forward with a strange smirk on his face. Any normal person would be freaked out, regardless of some inherent power he had, but Jared figured it was because they had a feeling he could do whatever he wanted. Finally, the grocery store. He didn't have much of anything to eat and besides that, he was pretty bored so the store down the street seemed like a good enough place to wander in to, especially for being completely zoned out. It's easy to imagine, but Jared actually isn't insane. Rather, working for the ministry of magic for the past couple of months already had Jared just about ready to kill himself. He was little more than a secretary and spent most of his time being everyone's personal assistant, often just preforming menial, ridiculous tasks that made Jared want to kill himself and everyone else in the building pretty much all of the time. Even if he had no power at work, Jared could still rather enjoy having power over all these little people. Squibs had a similar effect on Jared, only he always felt too sorry for them to actually do anything--in fact Jared has never actually done anything with his life. Staring at canned spaghetti sauce, simply because in his daze he had stopped paying attention to where he was going and the bright red in the label happened to catch his eye, Jared inwardly sighed. He's actually never done anything with his life. His greatest accomplishment, Jared thought as he looked as a woman who passed by him rather awkwardly, was that he managed to get a job which he hates more than life itself. "f*** me." Jared mumbled as he grabbed the can of spaghetti and figured tonight would be a muggle food night as he wondered where the packaged spaghetti would be. |