[color=f9d66c][b]Ariana[/b][/color]
[justify][indent]The incident by itself  didn't interest Ariana. Once the world recovered from the minor hiccup three weeks ago, it was reported on and covered by every news outlet, mainstream or otherwise. There was nothing left to say about it, and the incident was old news after a couple days. Things weren't like they used to be, Ariana complained to her roommate. No one is shocked anymore, especially when so few people even trusted their news. When everything is reported on, nothing is news. So Ariana had continued drafting click-bait articles for her liberal-orientated, website based "journal," her dull life unchanged and her mind uninspired. 

However, in her time on the internet, Ariana would occasionally come across strange claims and stranger videos. Her critical eye blew most of it off as fiction, editing, or classic bull shit, but as the days went on, more and more stories started to pop up. It wasn't until a week and a half after the incident that Ariana started documenting and saving these strange stories to her personal laptop. And the more she collected, the more  serious she took the strange super powers: she dedicated a good sum of money to keeping all the files--well organized and sorted--on an external harddrive. She even wrote up mock stories and summaries and notes, detailing her finds and theories. She knew none of the powers appeared before the incident, for example, but she hadn't shared a single thing...she was missing [i]substance[/i]. Hard proof.

Atlanta, Georgia. The closet major city to Ariana's home far on its outskirts was blowing up with news and violence. So, she decided to do what any good reporter would: dive straight into the chaos. 

So there she arrived, bag on her back, wide eyed and excited to do something that mattered-- 

Ariana squinted at the skyline. A giant...bullet? had crashed into the hospital, creating chaos and destruction. "[color=f9d66c]Oh my God,[/color]" she gasped quietly, eyebrows raising and jaw dropping. Awestruck, she stood there, fresh off the bus and already frozen in fear--but not for long. "[color=f9d66c]Oh my God![/color]" she said again, finding the ability to move toward the commotion as others scattered. As she jogged toward the chaos, she took out her phone to record.
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