[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

There wasn't much else to be said; not even her teammates seemed pleased with the battle. Were they displeased with her? Everything about the battle was confusing to her. At most, she had expected to knock people senseless should they try to run, but having to actually fight for her life wasn't something she was prepared for. It was as if they were conspiring against her.

[color=fff79a][i]"They're afraid of you."[/i][/color]

Hazel shut her ears once again, replaying the footage of the fight in her mind again and again, pushing out any unnecessary thoughts. Perhaps it was excusable then, that she wasn't looking when Rain disappeared into the ground, nor did she understand why Rosa was crying. Empathy was not her strong suite after all.

With everything said and done, she had simply went to sleep for the remainder of that night, leaving her bundle of clothes on the floor.

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[b]8 September 2020[/b]
Tuesday
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She woke up early, feeling wide awake. Without further ado, she freshened herself up before going out for her morning exercise and delivering that unlimited access form for Ground Zero to the office.

After being yelled at by a guard for wearing too little — wasn't she wearing the same thing during the exercise yesterday? — Hazel returned to her room, and took a proper shower and changed into something more modest; a simple white long sleeved blouse with a ruffled collar and a long brown skirt without any embelishment, both of which there was an abundance of packed into her luggage by the people back into the facility. It was not a style she disliked. Being comfortable, practical and unrestrictive, it was something she preferred over the tight clothing she had to wear during her time out with Emma.

Sometime after noon, one of the guards came to tell her her request has been granted, giving her free rein into Ground Zero whenever she need to. Wasting no more time, she packed some food from the cafeteria and made her way there.

Once again, she stepped into the copy of a ruined city, walking amidst the odd people that wandered around there. After what had happened yesterday, where she had to suppress her urges, Hazel needed an outlet for her stigma. It was a good thing Lawrence told her what to do in these situations, for she had hardly known what to do if her stigma got worse here or that this place existed before he had shown it to her. All she had to do was destroy anything here until she was satisfied, and everything will go away. That was what he said.

[color=00ffbb][i]"Destruction will sate it."[/i][/color]

Placing the pack of food and water by the tower where that odd girl was, Hazel first turned her attention towards a large mostly intact building. Projecting a massive fist, she effortlessly penetrated the entire front of the building with it, and activated one of her newer abilities. With astounding force, and a lot of odd purplish smoke, the building exploded, throwing debris everywhere. It was destruction unlike anything she had ever done. Just the sheer noise and the way it shook her body to her very core was enough to make her blood boil in excitement. Having taken the edge off her stigma, she unlatched the collar, and threw it near the pack of food. With renewed vigor, Hazel stepped once more deeper into the down, destroying anything and everything she could reach.

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She gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Once again, her vision had went white some time during her rampage, and she found herself dead tired and gasping for breath in the middle of a large swathe of destruction. Craters pocked the streets, and most of the buildings around her were flattened, and the rest were barely standing. The fake people who were in the city did not escape her attention, with bits and pieces strewn about her. There was one tall building relatively far from her with a large red splotch on it, where one unfortunate soul was thrown with all her strength. It did help however, for her mind was clear of anything save herself.

Dragging herself back to where the girl was, she sat back against a wall, and opened the food pack to reveal the blood red dish inside. More mapo tofu, but this time, she was prepared with more water. Her eyes started watering as she started on the red dish, her thoughts wandering as she ate.

There had been so much happening the last few days, that she could barely keep up, and she had barely any time for herself as well. Monsters, training, odd people and even people dying. Hazel wasn't too concerned with the death — people die all the time anyways — but she was more concerned with what they have been putting her through, and what they might do to her. Hazel had a feeling some of them didn't like her at all, even going so far as to come at her with a spear. Or perhaps they didn't like anyone?

It was not that she was afraid to die, but...

[color=fff79a]"Do you want some?"[/color] Hazel asked the silent girl. Predictably, there was no reply. She wasn't about to actually surrender any of her food — especially the mapo tofu — even if the girl did reply, so it was probably for the best.

Finishing her food and regaining some of her energy, she stood up and stretched. It was still strange for her, being able to see the sky, downcast as it was. It was strange, being able to breathe in fresh air that had different scents in the air. It was strange, that she could spin around as far as she wanted without being restricted by a wall. She stopped spinning once she almost fell over on a piece of rubble. It was strange, but she did not particularly mind this strangeness.

It was getting late in the day however, and she doubted they would want her out here for very long, or after dark. She wouldn't have this peace of mind for much longer as well; her stigma should be coming back in force soon. Putting the collar back on, and downing two more of those pills from the featureless bottle, Hazel picked up her things and walked back to the dorms.