Is there life?[sydney]

[Katrii Mae Mitchell]

Across the big grassy plain, Katrii sat currently under a cherry blossom tree, too bad it was dead. She glanced around and checked her view from the far corners of her eyes. Screw blind spots. If a scientist was gonna have the best of her from behind her, they were pathetic.

She sighed, like she was waiting for something. Like something was supposed to happen. But really she knew nothing was going to happen, just like yesterday, just like tomorrow. Just like she was used too. Waiting for something, also like she was used too. Hopefully something worth while. All we're waiting for was something worth waiting for, right? Something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside?

Is the infection also infectious to state of mind, brain and logic? Do we all wanna die a little bit inside? Are we all ultimately thrilled and desperate for something of a bright future? Will we ever find a place to feel safe, live like we used to before everything for us went down hill.

Katrii was one of the ones who would gladly stand up to any human, any scientist, any threat. And innocent solider. She didn't even know any of her fellow infected yet really since everyone was pretty keep-to-themselves, she would help or fight for any of them. It was like all of us just so happen to undergo the unfortunate shortcoming, so we all had the pain and abandonment in com'on, we might as well all be like family. Not actually, like blood, weird. But just function like one.

"wwwoosh" she said to herself for no real reason other than the fact that she was bored out of her mind with nothing to do, nothing relevant to think about. Nothing new or interesting to discuss. But still despite all that, there was always something to be said.

[Sydney Correl]

I'm talkin' 'bout the
never-ending
_MASQUERADE_.

Another fight with her father. Sydney slammed the door as she grabbed her coat on the way out. She could feel a bruise forming around the small cut on her arm, where a piece of the shattered plate had ricocheted off the wall toward her. Throwing plates. Porcelain plates. He wouldn't hit her on purpose, she knew; he wasn't an abusive parent, just angry. And for good reason. Sydney wasn't exactly a model daughter. Smoking, skipping class all the time, being an evil, sarcastic child... not exactly virtues. Besides, she blamed him for everything. It was his fault. If he hadn't divorced her mother... if he had been there... maybe she would still be alive.

Sydney's steps caused dull thumps as they fell onto the soft grass. She was wearing black, high-top converse with dark blue, ocean-colored skinny-jeans. A tightly fitting t-shirt adorned the upper half of her body, emphasizing the angles of her skinny body. She also carried a loose jacket that hung shapelessly in her arms. She had grabbed the jacket on the way out, and now covered herself with it, hugging it around herself tightly. "F*ck you, dad." As the words exited her mouth, her pants started to vibrate. It was her cell in the back pocket of her jeans. Probably her father calling to yell at her about coming home. She ignored it and just kept on walking. She looked both ways as she neared a street, her short, black hair framing her face oddly, then crossed. Where was she going anyway? She wasn't sure, but she kept walking.

Soon enough she found herself nearing the park. Ah, so her legs did have a sense of purpose and direction. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes as she walked in from one of the random paths leading to it, but decided against them and pushed them back into her pocket gently. Her footsteps were softer now, since she had worked off the initial rage and embarrassment of her home situation. She looked around her silently, pausing only a moment to spot a grassy field with what looked to be a cherry blossom tree in the distance. She started walking in that direction.

She stared at the uneven ground as she walked, not wishing to trip, and glanced up every few steps to look at the tree. As the tree got closer, another figure could be partially seen from behind, sitting under the dead tree's sheltering branches. Sydney slowed, watching the... girl as she walked closer. She wondered if the girl would hear her coming, and hesitated, coming to a full stop for a moment. After another instant, she continued moving forward. She figured she wouldn't bother the girl. Besides, she had just as much right to be there. So she once again plodded forward, creating her own zigzag path through the grass. She came close enough to the tree to hear the girl randomly utter, "Wwwoosh." Sydney smiled softly at this, then tensed as her clumsy feet started snapping twigs like loud cracks of lightning.

((OOC: Sorry it took so long... =/ My bad.))