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[i][u]Location:[/u]Lincoln Memorial High
[u]Interacting With:[/u] Jay Hunter-Darling [@McHaggis], Alicia Smith [@Nallore], Austin Williams [@Wade Wilson], Katalina Hargraves [@kittyluna45][/i][/center]
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Scout snorted at Alicia’s nickname for King, and once asked how she was doing she merely shrugged, forcing her usual smirk. Though her foot continued to tap on, she froze once Jay pointed out her nervous action, and a sheepish look passed across her face briefly. Scout twirled a strand of hair tightly around her index finger, watching the flesh turn purple from the force before she let her gaze fall upon Jay.

[b][color=436EEE]”Taking off sounds like a swell idea, actually. This whole assembly is down right depressing.”[/color][/b] She hissed, blue eyes shining as they scanned across the murmuring crowd. Even the students who would be most rowdy, those Scout often found herself hanging around when Jay and the others weren’t around, were somber in the presence of the speeches on stage. Scout wasn’t a fan of gatherings like this, mostly due to the fact that she just felt like another figure in a sea of bodies. Ditching was an option still open to her, gleaming like a light at the end of a dark tunnel, but as her eyes settled on her friends again she felt her heart waver. Eventually the group of four became five, and Scout rose an eyebrow at the lovely Katalina joined their group. Another girl with powers. How many kids could have powers? Scout blinked once, feeling herself becoming more and more unseen with each new person to the crowd, and again the wish to run came.

[i]why not act on it[/i]

Scout pulled her hood over her head, glancing down to check her watch one more time, and then with a small smile she rose a hand, [b][color=436EEE]”I’m gonna head off to the bathroom,”[/color][/b] she froze to tuck a stray blonde strand behind her ear, [b][color=436EEE]”don’t wait up. See ya later, guys.”[/color][/b] Scout smirked slightly, and then turned to vanish straight into the crowd. On stage, Rachel Lewis had stepped off and a familiar face had taken up the mic. A one Victoria King, mother to the bastard Richard King. Her voice, calm and collect, read off the names of the victims slowly, preparing to give some kind of grand speech, but Scout was soon out of earshot and instead walking across the school’s front lawn. She glanced about carefully, making sure she was unseen by those around the auditorium, and then with a soft sigh she settled down on the grass beneath the shade of a small maple tree.

She wasn’t needed by Noah for another hour or two, and her mind was still a bit groggy from the lack of sleep, so what better way to kill time then take a nap? Scout sighed to herself, curling her arms behind her head while her eyes focused on the sunlight filtering through the green leaves. It was a calm day, nice and peaceful, and of course sad, but Scout felt much too weird to connect with the other mourners. She wanted to feel sad, sure, but some kind of apathy had grabbed hold of her heart. Perhaps it was the stress from seeing Jay’s broken face yesterday, or maybe the rage she had felt burning in her stomach over King’s words had killed her mentally, but whatever was causing her current state of emotionless-ness was certainly bothering her. Scout felt her foot start tapping again, and with a defiant grunt at her own body she squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to force sleep upon herself.

And after a few quiet minutes she was gone.