The sun hung low in the sky, casting that distinguishing pink and orange glow over the area. It was late in the afternoon; it was sunset already. Luckily for Natalie, it was just about her favorite time of day. She sat on the steps outside a large house, looking up at the sky, watching the silhouettes of the birds fly by. Being outside with a sky like this was better than being inside with a bunch of screaming children and a heavy set housewife who's perpetual bad mood would make anyone want to lock her up just to shut her up. It was a little much to handle sometimes, being in a orphanage and all. It didn't help that she was one of the only people in the house with powers. The little boy with telekinetic powers was about the hardest to control or even be around, especially since he seemed to have very little control over his telekinetic actions. The girl that could set things on fire wasn't much better and Nat spent a lot of time putting things out.<br/><br/>She looked down at the water bottle in her hand. The bit of water that was in there was in swirling in a figure 8 pattern inside the bottle. It was gentle waters though, otherwise, the bottle couldn't handle the pressure that she could put on it. When she heard someone walk by the 4 foot iron gate, she looked up just as he looked over and they made eye contact. She recognized him, but it had been quite a while since she'd seen him and she couldn't help but grin and give a small wave.<br/><br/><br/>Conner was out for a walk in the nice breeze of the ending afternoon. He could say it was because he didn't like to be cooped up inside, but it was really because he had no where to really go. He had places to stay and friends that helped him, but there was nothing like a stable home. Walking by the orphanage, commonly referred to as "Granny's House," he stopped when he saw someone sitting on the porch, water bottle in hand. His green eyes met with hers and he let out a sigh. He didn't return her smile, and he didn't return her wave. He remembered her, of course, as being one of the 'gifted' resident's of Granny's House, but aside from a few of the nicer kids that understood him, there were no good memories of that place. He looked up at the house with disdain, then looked over at the girl with pity. She'd surely be made to leave soon enough, simply because she was too old to stay. And when she left, he knew that she'd be ridiculed like he was. Even though the more 'gifted' people clearly outranked those of a more normal displacement, there was still something to be feared when society still shunned you like you were garbage. At least...that was the experience that Conner had thus far. After shaking his head at her in pity, he continued walking on.<br/><br/>Natalie's smile dropped as she stood, watching his back as he walked. "Conner, wait!" she called, but he didn't turn around. He was purposefully ignoring her.