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Travis sighed as he finished packing. Counting a few shirts and pants, then rolling his underwear and socks together. Breathing heavily, he blew some of his hair out of his eyes, annoyed with the bun he had coming undone. Despite having short hair during the first year of high school, he let it grow out. And now he reaps the consequences as he wonders why he was still delivered an invite. Thinking of the host, Sal Fisher, more commonly known as Sally face due to his mask. Travis was surprised the invitation was even given. Given their history, Travis genuinely thought there was no redemption. But here he is, packing away for the first-ever trip outside Nockfell. Unconsciously moving his hand, Travis gripped the thin silver cross he was wearing. He had traded the bulky and quite frankly, culty-looking wooden cross he had for something more casual. Travis was surprised that his dad didn't notice, but he didn't seem to be talking much at all these days. Shaking his head slightly, he went back to focus on the task at hand, hoping to finish sooner than later.
“Yo! Travis, what took you so long man?” A masked figure said as Travis neared the van. The masked figure has soft blue hair that goes down to his shoulders, and a half-white and half-faded pink mask covering all identifiable features. He seemed to be wearing ripped black jeans, the kind with two giant holes for the knees, and a maroon oversized sweater. Contrary to popular belief, this was a surprise as the figure often wore those colors, but switched. But despite never seeing his face, Travis was always able to tell if it was him wearing the mask by his bright blue glass eye, contrasting his natural brown one. “Sorry Fisher, I wasn't exactly told what to wear,” Travis answered bluntly, internally wincing at the tone he used. Sal seemed to shrug it off and just reached for his bags, taking them out of Travis's arms to put into the van. “It’s cool, we get it. You’re not a morning person or a night person. Are you a person at all?” Sal chuckled as he finished loading the van. Feeling himself flush slightly, Travis just opened the side door to get in.
“Whoa, since when does church boy wear shorts like those?” A soft voice said, startling Travis slightly. In the seat ahead sat Ash. She has short brown hair, but it seemed more red in the sunrise. She was wearing a soft purple tank along with some jean shorts. Surprisingly, Ash had no jewelry on or makeup, which was a surprise for Travis. Feeling himself heat up, he looked down at his outfit. His shorts were boarding the “too short for school” line, it didn’t help that his sweater was long, stopping just enough to show he was wearing shorts, but you couldn’t tell in the distance. Travis usually never shows much skin, but as the weather started nearing heat stroke territory, he decided to sacrifice his legs. His sweater was a basic soft purple sweater, almost the same lilac color as Ash’s top. Before he could respond, he felt himself shoved onto the middle seat. Looking behind him, Travis shut his mouth as the rest of Sal’s friends hoarded up in the van. He already knew this was going to be one hell of a trip.