it doesn't matter anymore.

[Stephanie Hazzard]

Cake. It was just sitting there on the counter, in Steph Hazzard's kitchen. Just sitting there, not really noticing the bright orange haired young woman creeping up towards it with a spork in her mouth. Of course it didn't notice her, it was just a piece of cake. But in Steph's eyes it was breakfast - although she wasn't really one to eat sweet things for breakfast; actually; she wasn't really one for eating breakfast at all but since it was there and it was the last piece...and she hadn't had a piece of said cake, she had decided that she was going to eat it for breakfast before Skylar did. He had told her that it was good cake and that she should make some more, but at the time she was too tired to do/say anything other than wave dismissively at him/'mhm.' Cake. It was there and it was being watched. Steph creeped up to it with the spork still in her mouth, wondering what the time was as she eyed the cake with narrowed eyes. Ah, well she'd find out what the time was once she was finished eating her 'breakfast', if she ever got to it before Skylar did. Uhoh. Skylar was awake, at least she thought it was Skylar, it could always be someone else, or it could be her mind. Steph shook her head and clambered onto the stool. The spork went into the cake and the cake went into her mouth; she savoured the taste - Skylar was right; it was good cake, and she should definitely make some more when she had the time to...and when she had the ingredients. The spork went into the cake again, and then again into her mouth, it went like this for several moments before the orange haired girl had rid the plate of the cake. When she was done she jumped down off of the stool and placed the spork and the plate in the dishwasher and trudged back to her room to get herself dressed, and also to see what the time was, because she had no idea and also, strangely enough - she had no recollection of actually going to sleep that night either.

Steph wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she tripped over something with wheels and practically fell into her bedroom. Darn skateboard. She thought to herself as she eyed it piercingly and struggled to get back into an upright position. Once back in her normal position, Steph shook a finger at the skateboard, placed one hand on her small hips and pushed her bedroom door shut. She then began to hunt around her room for some clothes that she could put on, looking out the window at the city below as she did so. It looked rather dark outside at the morning which caused the petite girl to raise a perfect eyebrow in slight confusion, she knew it was morning...at least, she thought it was still morning. It was still morning, wasn't it? Steph furrowed her brown and turned her head to look at the alarm clock which stood by her bed, the digital numbers told her that it was three o'clock in the morning. "Huh?" she asked no-one in particular as a skinny hand flew upto her head and scratched at it thoughtfully. While she knew that she had no recollection of actually going to sleep, she also had no idea that it was this late, or early...late? Steph was now confused, she wondered what she should do for the next couple of hours. The only thing that came to her mind was get dressed, so she decided that she would get dressed and then see what her mind tells her to do next. For the next five minutes, Steph hunted through her closet for some clothes to put on. At first she was going to put on her yellow skinny jeans with her favourite Skeleanimal t-shirt, but then she saw the penmarks on the jeans and tossed them into the wash basket, along with the t-shirt. Then she pulled out a purple dress and a pair of black leggings, but put then back when she realised that she had no idea what the weather was going to be like. Eventually she settled on a pair of black, skinny jeans, an old Riot! t-shirt and a My Chemical Romance zip-up hoodie, which might have been Skylar's.

A pair of old and beaten orange converse were then pulled onto her feet and the little orange girl fell onto her bed, asleep. Steph slept soundly for three hours before she was awakened rudely by her alarm clock pumping out the song 'Shameless' by All Time Low. Okay, so it was a weird choice of song for a wake up call but she couldn't really be bothered to change it yet. She fell out of bed with a small yelp and landed in a heap on the floor, eyes trying to adjust to the light that was now filling the bedroom of her studio apartment. Squinting at the alarm clock, Steph nodded to herself when she saw that it now read six o'clock and picked herself up from the floor. For some reason she was hungry. Odd. Shaking her head, the five foot, three and three quarters young woman quickly brushed her hair so that it was neat and flat and tidy...ish, then skipped out of her bedroom and promptly tripped over the skateboard...again. Cursing under her breath at it, Steph picked it up and stared at it for several long moments before she finally set it down on the couch in the living room. She needed some more food, something to give her energy, although the sugar from the last slice of cake that she had eaten not three hours ago was still running through her veins as she skipped into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Scanning the contents of her fridge, she settled on a bottle of lucozade and closed the fridge with a small thwack. The lucozade hissed at her when she opened it and she was half tempted to hiss back at it, but decided that that may look weird to the other occupants of her studio apartment if they were to hear/see her hiss at a bottle of lucozade. Steph grabbed her keys, her phone and her purse from the counter then exited her apartment in an orderly fashion. She wondered where she would go today and who she would meet.

Leaving the dorm behind, Steph made her way over to Baseball/Softball Fielf and to her favourite tree. Stopping short of the tree, Steph tucked her bottle of lucozade up the sleeve of her My Chemical Romance hoodie and hooked her foot on the familiar hole at the bottom of said tree, she then reached out and grabbed at the lowest of the branches and hoisted herself up, she kept hoisting herself up until she reached a safe height and the thickest branch on the tree. It shielded her from view, but she could still see across the park and down below. Steph smiled to herself as she pulled the bottle of lucozade out from the sleeve of her hoodie and rested it between two branches to the left of her, she then settled back on the branch - getting as comfortable as she could before her mind started to wander off and she began to daydream. Luckily she had brought along a sketchbook and a couple of pencils so that she could draw or write some lyrics if she were to ever get out of her daydream and got bored. What she didn't want was for someone to come along and disturb her peace; especially someone who would touch her and make her feel the emotions that they had running through them - if anything she just wanted to be left alone.

[emma]

Emma headed out to the baseball field. The weather wasn't the best for this time of year, considering it was summer, but lately there was a lot of thunder storms rolling in. Emma was dressed in a pair of jeans, a red scarf tied around her waist, a white poplin shirt and a matching dark denim jacket over that. On her head was a red paperboy hat which she'd pulled down over her eyes a bit more. Her blond hair hung down over her shoulders, in gentle waves. On her feet were black knee high boots which crunched over some of the dead leaves that had scampered into the field from the neighboring trees.

The air was a bit chilly and thankfully she'd kept her jacket on. A chilly gust of wind came and blew her hair back away from her face, a few strands sticking to her lips, but she made no attempt to turn around and remove it. Emma stuffed her hands into her pockets as she walked onto the field. Above her the sky was a dark grey color, and dark storm clouds threatened to roll in. The air smelled of a storm and she knew it would be coming in shortly. Not that she cared really. Emma didnt' really mind the rain as much. To her, it was part of nature and it felt good during the hot summer days.

As she neared the field, she spied another girl with red hair. As Emma approached, she immediately got the feeling that the girl wanted to be alone so Emma walked past her, not giving her eye contact. That was one thing about Emma. She was able to detect what people are feeling by touch or just being a few feet from them. It was one of those side effects that were strange from the virus that wiped out most of humanity. Those that survived, had become stranger, and developed these 'abilities'. While her mother and older sister didn't really have them, they often wondered what exactly had caused the people that survived to have those abilities. Apparently, the "red virus" which was classified by a scientist, attacked the human nervous system and muscularskeleton. Some people had developed incredible strength, while others developed a much different type of ability.

Animals were infected too. Those that were kept in zoons and sanctuary's escaped and roam around the city in certain parts. If bitten by these animals , those that survived, would inevitably start to show dominant traits of that animal. It baffled Emma really and also scared her a bit. While she understood her ability, there was others that she didnt. Sitting a good bit away from the girl, she sat down on the bleachers and drew her legs up to her chest and just stared out at the field, keeping her ears pricked in case the girl talked to her.

[Stephanie Hazzard]

It was funny; Steph had always dreamed about getting away from her family, and then when her father had killed her mother, almost killed her and then took his own life she found that she was scared and now alone. It was kind of funny when she looked back at it; but not funny as in ''haha'' funny as in something else that wasn't supposed to be funny at all. There had been a time in her life when she realised that she was never going to get away from all the abuse and the torment, a time in her life when she had almost killed herself because of something that happened which hurt her so bad she felt as though she couldn't handle anything anymore. But she was definitely glad that she had done the right thing and kept herself alive, even though she did endure sleepless nights and days of endless torture. She had suffered in silence because she had been unable to find her voice and tell anyone what was going on behind the door of her house back in new york.

Now she was here and attending East High, Stephanie wasn't too sure that she liked this place, but she figured that anywhere was better than where she had been before as there were too many memories back in New York and none of them pleasant - although the ones that she had shared with tristan had been excellent and she would treasure then forever in her mind. Whenever she had those nightmares of the past she would seek solace in the memories she had shared with Tristan. They would make her smile and keep her safe in all those dark times. Tristan had been someone that Steph had loved more than anything/anyone in the entire world and it was always a sore spot when someone mentioned his name, because he wasn't around anymore; he had been killed a year ago, in a traffic accident, she honestly believed that she could have done more to save him but also knew that it wouldn't have been possible.

As she was sitting in the tree, Stephanie blocked all her thoughts and emotions out of her mind and kept her head blank. Although this didn't last for very long since Stephanie felt the blonde girl walk along the path through the baseball field, over to her tree and then past. As the blonde one walked by, the orange haired one couldn't help but feel that the girl was a little wary of herself (Stephanie), she didn't blame her really. If she was the blonde girl and she was walking past herself she would be a little wary too. With a shake of her orange head of hair the small girl tilted her head so that it was resting on her shoulder and looked out over the fields; it wasn't that bad of a day and she was thankful that the day was holding up as well as it was - even though it was still early. If she wanted to talk then she would talk. But right now she didn't want to talk and the blonde girl was pretty much a stranger to Steph.

[kerli]

i headed out to the softball field to practice some softball. yeah i was pretty good at softball but not perfect. then someone came out and sat on a chair and watched me. i didnt notice until i hit a homerun and he started clapping . i turned around and he said hi and ran off... wierd...