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.

Julian hadn't been at the Institute in months, but that didn't change the fact that when he walked through the front doors, he walked for all the world like he owned the place. His ever-present confidence hid more than a hint of worry and fear, though. He'd gotten a phone call from one of his friends at the Insitute and what he'd heard had made him pack and catch the first flight back.

Some of the people that'd been taken were his friends. And you didn't hurt his friends. Not without paying.

Sighing, Julian stood in the entrance, looking around. The place was depressingly quiet. Not at all like it had been when he left the last time.