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[color=F0E68C][h2]September 9th | City Hall | NYC / NY | 20XX[/h2][/color][/Center]

The speech had been accepted in Lindy's eyes: As much as the many would probably wish the situation would blow over and be solved faster, it just wasn't possible. Considering what little she knew, or at least [i]thought[/i] she knew, this attack wasn't simple whatsoever. Who knows if they'd ever find who did this? Her mom didn't exactly talk about it, so Lindy hadn't the slightest clue what the police had as leads. If they [i]had[/i] any leads. It gave her a moment of conflict; Maybe these abilities she witnessed, with Alan and Xander, and herself... Maybe they needed to come to light to help the investigation.

That being said, she didn't exactly want to know what would happen to herself or them if she said something. At her side, one of her hands clenched into a fist of anger: Irritation rising up inside her at the feeling of uselessness she had at the moment. There wasn't anything she could do, really, but that didn't stop her from feeling like she could be helping somehow. Just a simple glance around the area, she could see so many impacted lives. Immense pain. So many lost, and for what? What the hell was the point of this having happened? Not everyone caught up in the attack was as lucky as her; Many were dead. Way too many. What made her so fortunate in all of this, anyways? Or maybe it was unfortunate, considering how things have been since she left the hospital? Maybe that wasn't fair to the guys, but she'd end up with white hairs before long if she kept getting stressed like this.

All this thinking was causing another headache. Which just made her more irritated, though maybe it'd at least help her not focus on the events around her as much for a moment. Maybe when she got home she'd just relax for the day; She had no real plans aside from this attendance, at least her recent life events helped make sure of that. Maybe she'd try to con Dad into pizza tonight? Recent hospital leave, she discovered, was a easy way onto her father's weaker half. She didn't take advantage of it often, but she felt a bit vulnerable today, and food was, admittedly, something that filled the void a bit. 

Yeah, maybe it was about time to meet back up with her parents--

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[color=F0E68C][sub]"The hell...?"[/sub][/color] Lindy muttered, feeling something etching in her mind. 

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The ground was rumbling...?

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Something hit her hard; Not physically, but something in her mind. It wasn't exactly fear, but it made her feel heavy: She froze as things broke out, her head turned to spot the cause of the horrific sounds echoing in her ears: She stared in a mixture of shock and disbelief as the crowd panicked, people doing all they could to escape. Some tried to push past her, only to essentially clip themselves on a brick wall forcing them to go around. 

She paid them no mind; Her eyes were locked on the flames. Her stare so intent, the carnage reflected in her eyes: The memorial service was under attack? After all the suffering already, was this an extension of the attack? A second part of a plan? What kind of goddamn monster was doing this?!

Lindy, feeling overly emotional over this ordeal, didn't realize she took a step forward until she heard the crunch of the ground below her: She looked down, lifting her foot to see her footprint pressed into solid ground. She remained still, eyes slowly rising to look back up at the flames befroe her. 

Both of her hands clenched into fists, and without hesitating for a moment longer, she started to run. 

[center][i]Towards the flame.[/i]

[sub][color=gray]This was her decision.[/color][/sub][/center]