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Location: Wandering the forest between Lincoln High and Hillside
Interacting with: Ashton's dead tree [@Undine]
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The past few hours has been bizarrely surreal, the murder of Rachel Lewis and the way she was killed was deeply ingrained in Gerard's memory. He wasn't exactly acquainted with her, but he has heard of her astonishing achievements, well, who hasn't. Gerard wandered off after witnessing the dead body and found himself in the forests near Lincoln high. After doing so, he lied down on the dirt, while looking up at the sky. It had a reddening hue, as the sun began to hide.

Gerard dusted off the leaves and dirt that was eskewn on his clothes. He slid his hands into his pocket as the air grew colder. Whilst on his stroll a distinct smell of charcoal hit his nose. He slowly and carefully tread towards the source. A tree stood out, burnt and ashened grey, the smell of charcoal still permeating strongly around the area. Gerard examined the tree up and down and whistled, [color=#81F7F3]"Impressive."[/color] he said to himself outloud, a smirk forming on his face [color=#81F7F3]"Now, I don't recall any storms or the like for lightning to hit something, and this [i]roughly[/i] too. I guess another one also got something, huh?"[/color]

[color=#81F7F3]"Though,"[/color] Gerard continued talking to his lonesome, [color=#81F7F3]"This is still a bit conspicuous, what kind of person wouldn't think this is suspicious by the least."[/color] He knew that this practically destroyed tree stood out from all the healthy and living ones surrounding it, he wouldn't want anyone skulking around with questions, he sighed in displeasure. [color=#81F7F3]"Well, I guess I can try this, I've been sitting on this for a while."[/color] he continued talking to himself whilst whispering. Earlier in the day Gerard had accidently broken a cup filled with his cocoa, and in his annoyance he found that he reverted its time back to when it [i]wasn't[/i] broken. Course, he reverted it to much back in time and the cocoa powder wasn't stirred, much to Gerard's chagrin but a smile formed on his face despite this, he had dubbed this new skill 'reverb.'

Whilst looking at the tree he tried recalling the feeling and [i]annoyance[/i] when he broke his cup. Energy started to ripple out of his hands, and a small tinge of ivory white on his eyes. This time, a crushing headache hit him. Blood quickly poured out of his nose as energy rippled around the tree. His head felt like he was tearing, but his curiosity won over his pain. After a while, the tree was healthy once again, the trunk a dark brown and green leaves falling ever so silently.

He collapsed downwards, blood still flowing from his nose. He looked up at the tree now fully invigorated as if no lightning hit it in the first place. He smiled at his work, as if a painter would smile upon his creation, or one that his father would by being proud of his child, a smile of contented pleasure. [color=#81F7F3]"This gifted better be damn grateful and shower me with praise cause that hurt."[/color] he said to confirm himself, even though he did it to sate his curiosity. Wiping his nose with his sleeve, he just shrugged and just thought that he washes his clothes himself so what the hell. Of course the throbbing headache couldn't be subsided, and Gerard knows he wouldn't be doing that for a while. He lay back down on the soft dirt, pleased with himself.

He looked at the now darkening sky, the light night- stars, appearing lightly. He sighed a deep and longing breath- the stars had always intrigued and amazed him. They always stand independent of one another, but a few of them in a position makes up a formation. He felt some measure of gratification. He lay there, under the tree he had just 'reverb'ed' on. He got up, noting mentally that Everett's party was going to happen and that he needed to 'freshen' up. [color=#81F7F3]"How many would appear at the party?"[/color] he chuckled to himself, [color=#81F7F3]"My parent's would not allow me but they're way too busy to enact that restriction."[/color] he continued, nothing again mentally that he was a loner, as per usual. [color=#81F7F3]"Why did the thought of lonely noodle pop up in my mind?"[/color]

Gerard looked around, and noticed something, [color=#81F7F3]"Which... which way did I come from again?"[/color] he asked himself in confusion, normally he was good with directions.