For being new in the “big easy” this place was not easy to get used to. She’d been here close to a month and not much had happened. Mardi Gras had come and gone without to much ruckus and now life was all but a little too quiet. Then again it was what she had asked for, but this kind of quiet was torture. It had been awhile since she heard from Caleb and school was just boring. Finally she had found something to easy for her. This school didn’t offer as many things as her old school, so to over load herself would be impossible. But she didn’t like doing anything, and getting a job wasn’t going to happen with the way her parents were acting about the DSC going after her. Ugh she hated this, the sheltered life. But it was her own fault that she was living it, and she figured watching everyone else in the park live their lives wasn’t helping her on set of depression. They had something she had lost a long long time ago, oh wait, no it only felt that way. So, with a sigh she quit staring at those around her and went back to drawing what ever it was she was thinking about at the time. And that was Seattle, so on the semi blank page before her, she drew the Seattle Tower in pencil, making sure every detail was perfect, simply because that was who she was. But as she continued the risk of it getting damaged grew as the park grew more crowded. It was about noon on a Sunday, everyone was getting out of church, allowing their kids to get all that restless energy out before they went home. The ground seemed to tremble as the kids ran around with their parents or dogs, chasing, playing games and laughing. She sighed when she was bumped into, sending her drawings into a mess in the air and the ground beneath her hands blackened.
“God damnit! She growled and stared at the ground before moving to try and collect the pieces of art she had lost, but by the time she had them in her hands they were scattered with muddy foot prints, all torn and destroyed. She growled and almost felt that oh so familiar and welcoming warming sensation over her skin, running through her veins, bursting in her heart and just letter her feel free. Yes she was still attracted to the sky, yes she had this strange urge to want to fly, she was a free spirit, a free spirit that had a thing for fire, and now it was about to get her into trouble. So grabbing the things she had they were shoved into her folder and she just moved. Move, it’s all she could do, running would be a better term for it, running from a problem rather than facing it. So yea, she was running from what was a very small problem. Crowds, yea she hated them. She wasn’t claustrophobic but, she didn’t know it made her feel like she was caged in, and cages scared the shit out of her. And when DSC was brought up she thought of cages, dark metal cages with no way of getting out, no way of escape, forever stuck in one place for the rest of her life. She couldn’t stand the thought of that. She threw her things down once she was well away from the crowds and just started to pace back and forth vigorously. Trying to focus, to calm her mind and ignore her feelings of being trapped.
But the more she moved, the more friction she caused, and the more friction the more heat, and before she knew it she had left two blackened skid marks in the grass. She cursed at herself again before plopping down against a tree. She couldn’t even control herself in the simplest of situations. Crowds set her off this much that she would nearly burn through her shoes and burn the entire park down. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t control herself now, and when she actually had to learn to use these powers, she didn’t even want to think of that. She really just wanted to be human again. But the skid marks on the grass proved that she was far from human, and would have to learn to live with it.