Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:3D0A:1AEC:356D:43A5-20191201221019/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191202045846

((oof, that was confusing. Okay well, her goes *tries to insert her character in the story after a whole thread of no character*))

Gen sat at the edge of the camp, staring out at the trees. She had frozen her ankle in ice. The coldness numbed it, so she couldn't feel the pain, and this way she could actaully walk on it. It was tiring, keeping it frozen all the time, but worth it.

Gen didn't exactlly know what to do. She didn't want to go back to the camp. There was a boy there-- a Pyrokinetic (she only knows because she's froster, and can tell like Hazelle can), plus, Gen just didn't feel welcome there. They were all friends, and she was. . . that girl that people assumed felt above everyone else. But she didn't. Gen felt a tear slip down her cheek. She just wanted friends, and a family that loved her. Was that too much to ask of life?

She heard noises coming from the camp, and sighed and stood up. Maybe they weren't her friends, but she didn't want them to die. She hoped the Pyrokinetic wasn't in danger. She wasn't sure if she could bring herself to save him.

When Gen got to the camp, she found it deserted.

"Hello?" She called.

-Chloe