Who: Amara and OPEN
What: hanging outside avoiding the craziness inside
When: early afternoon saturday
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Amara leaned on the back wall outside the institute. She had been one of the people who had stayed behind during the mess of rescue mission and was therefore unscathed and unsure of what she could do. As soon as everyone came rushing in off the jet to the medical ward she was instructed to give them all some room. Amara felt a bit uselsess and wished that there was something she could do that could help them.

Sighing she leaned back against the wall with her lacuna coil cd blaring and began to conjure fire in her hand and then put it out again as quickly as it had come. On, off. On, off. Over and over to pass the time.

It had been several days since Matty and Gaia had gone out. The bar fight had been cathartic for her, giving her a chance to rid herself of the tension in her body. She hadn't seen much of Logan, however, but not due to avoidance on either person's end. It wasn't exactly as though she had sought him out, either. Perhaps he had been giving her somespace, letting her deal with her issues without feeling pressured.

Either way, Matty had decided she had waited long enough. He wasn't there when she walked into his room, but she hadn't expected him to be. She got comfortable on his bed, guitar in hand, and began playing some soft, nameless tune. She hummed quietly underneath her breath, slowly beginning to sing without words. There was an almost mournful note to her voice, but she wasn't crying.