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Agnes stayed on the ground floor and insisting to sleep on the couch since the spare rooms were occupied. No way she was gonna share the bed with either of these dweebs. Well, not now at least. Slumped on the bumpy comforts of the old dusty leather couch, sleep was barely coming her way. So she spent most of the night reevaluating her plans once they get to a bus bound to San Fransisco. She does not plan on staying another second in close proximity of the university. And she did spoke her mind on it with the group, yet for now everyone seem to have their own personal issues to worry. Agnes including. 

It was a weird, trippy feeling the first time her 'powers' became apparent. The fact that she frickin glows like lsd, they had the option to choose any color from the rainbow but it had to be all of them at once. It was on the verge of her peril, when her seemingly jolly gay powers turned dark in an instant. She charred three human beings at once, the guards who were holding her down at the time of the escape. Her usual innocent brightness grew more intense, the heat radiating much more stronger than ever, like a forest fire but a hundred times hotter. Next thing she knew the three were almost burned to a crisp and she couldve swore one of them was still breathing. The whole revelation fumed with the nasty smell of burning flesh made her threw up her lunch that day. A truly scarring experience, she declares, would help keeping her up the whole night today.

Agnes watched the brightness reflecting from her hand languidly shift from spectrum to the other, subtly trying to figure out and wonder what more she could do with it. She hadnt had a full sleep yet, though she wasnt feeling any tiredness at the moment. She caught a wiff of smoke and whiskey from the jacket she was wearing, the one she stole from the janitor's closet plus a wooly beanie at her attempt to be low key during the escape and the moment she met up with the group.

While in the mids of her musings, her hand cop a feel on her breast pocket, [color=c4df9b][i]"Score."[/i][/color] she fished out a box of smokes and a lightning which probably was the only great thing that happened all throughout this horror show. She freely lit stick one and took a blissful sip. Just a few moments she caught sight of Jess, was it? Who looked like she has finally has something to say. Agnes sat up listlessly on the sofa, one hand stretcher over the  back pillows, the other a cigarette between her fingers.