The sun that was just peeking through the horizon found a lone [url=http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/32263277001/100-ABS-made-of-High-Quality-font-b-NINJA-b-font-font-b-650R-b-font.jpg]motorcycle[/url] zipping past the few cars that had scattered in the freeway. It's rider, face hidden inside a black helmet with yellow stripes, had her only possessions tucked in the bag strapped to the motorcycle behind her. A duffel bag was filled with her clothes and an item from a past that she would have rather stayed forgotten. Yet there she was, on her way to a school that would supposedly give home to people like her. She was sure if her self from a year ago saw what she would be doing, she'd have jumped from a bridge. She was [i]done.[/i] That's what she told herself so many years ago after the ungrateful people of the world turned their back on her. But look at her now.

[i]It's all because of them,[/i] rose the bitter thought. Her [i]family.[/i] Briar almost gagged at the word. She'd never had a family but herself, and just because some test said that she shared the same blood as those people didn't mean that she was theirs. They forced her to take up the offer. After all, who in their right minds would return to school after they had everything they could have ever wanted unless it was to escape a fate even worse?

With a sigh, Briar parked her motorcycle in the designated area - taking up two of the slots - and looked up at the looming building overhead. The place was old, and it wasn't her particular scene. In fact, she avoided places like that unless they were abandoned and being used by a couple of kids willing to share their smoke with her. But now she would be living there. Voluntarily. A frown was etched on her lips as she freed her head from the helmet and grabbed her bag. She placed the helmet on the seat of the motorcycle neatly before tapping the handlebars, an electric blue spark jumping from her skin and onto the metal. In her mind's eye, she willed the electricity to coat the vehicle and helmet. It was the most she'd make use of her powers in the last seven years, just to make sure that no one tried to steal her things, but anything more and she often found herself floundering. Hadn't those people who had contacted her said that she would be training her power here again?

[color=fff79a]"Silver linings,"[/color] she muttered to herself as she shouldered the bag and headed into the building. Coming into the common room, she found that someone was already there. A man with dark hair. Other than him, the place seemed to still be tad deserted. She sat down at one of the couches present and felt in her pockets for a familiar lump. Not finding it, she scowled. [i]Of course[/i], she would forget to bring a pack of cigarettes with her. She assumed it was her '[i]mother[/i]' that had taken it from her - something about curbing her habits - and she almost wanted to drive all the way back just to give that woman a piece of her mind.

Her eyes strayed to the man and she cleared her throat. [color=fff79a]"You wouldn't happen to have some smokes and a lighter, would you?"[/color] she asked. The man didn't look like someone who'd share her vices, but she didn't really have other choices at the moment.