Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43337021-20191027214917/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191105002836

She sat uncomfortably. The woman, whose name was Terry, had a very fancy house. There was jewels and sparkles everywere.

"Is it okay if I call you Rose?" Terry asked. "I had a great-great-great aunt whose neice's cousin's daughter was called that, and you look quite like her."

She nodded. Truly, it felt weird and unfitting, like wearing someone else's shoes, when they've already broken into the shape of their foot, so they fit all funny. But if she couldn't remember anything, Rose it was.

"Well, I'll try and reach someone who will help you find your parents." Terry got up, and headed to the kitchen. Rose overheard her talking on the imparter. She only got bits and peices, but it was enough.

"Crazy girl . . . no memory . . . broken mind, maybe . . . dangerous . . . Exile . . ." Rose froze. Exile? No, no, no, no! She made the desicon in a split second. She turned and bolted out of the ampartement, and she heard Terry cll after her. She didn't stop. She ran out into the streets, and joined the crowd, hoping she blended in. SHe took as many twists and turns as possible, until she showed up at a hotel.

She stumbled in, and a woman waved a stick in her general direction, looking tired and bored. She missed Rose enteirely.

"Hydrokinetic,"the woman said. Go write it down." she nodded towards a log, and Rose did as she was told. The woman gave her a room key, and waved her away.

Hydrokinetic, Rose though. She looked down at her hands, and saw one of her fingers had a small flickering flame on it. She smothered it with water before the woman could see, and rushed to her room. And ''Pyrokinetic. What is happening?''

-Chloe