(OPEN) it's been hell not having you here.

[rozilynn 'rozzi' jaded holt]

Rozzi skated slowly through the park on the sidewalk they had obviously just paved. It was entirely too neat and clean to have been hear near as long as the playground equipment or the picnic tables. She had been having a good day on her way to the park. She'd even woken up early and put on something other than a bra under her pajamas, which would be more her scene than to actually get dressed. As was normal procedure, it seemed, one woman had stopped her, asking if she was her sister. She politely said no -which the woman would have been shocked by had she known how Rozzi usually acted- and skated away. Then a group of people she presumed her sister hung out with stopped her, and again she had to say no, she wasn't Hunter. Sorry.

Not that it really annoyed her; people very well couldn't tell identical twins apart, obviously. Regardless of the fact that Rozzi dressed like a boy and kept her hair shorter and always up in a ponytail, people still couldn't seem to tell the two apart. She almost thought she needed to get 'ROZZI' tattooed on her forehead or something.

She continued to skate to the other end of the park, her head down and her hands in her pockets. She looped around where the sidewalk stopped, and started back up the sidewalk, watching her bright yellow skates. She wondered what her other two siblings were doing before she pushed the thought away, her brown eyes scanning the park around her slowly.

[JAMES CAMERON JAMESON]

"Hits like a phillips head into my brain
It's gonna be too dark to sleep again
Cutting my teeth on bars and rusty chains
I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run..."

The young man sung the song quietly to himself and drowned out the sound of the patter of his footfalls as he kept a steady jogging pace down the fresh pavement of the park. JC had recently decided that he wanted to start to take better care of his body by working out a little bit more. He was not overweight, nor did he dislike the way he looked. He just felt like he could be doing more with his life rather than sitting in front of his television eating cereal most mornings. It made him feel like he was still in high school or something.

So far he had run about a mile and a half and to his surprise he still had a lot of energy left. Pausing for a moment, he stopped at a park bench to stretch once more, watching families with their children simply stroll by laughing and playing. A wave of painful reminiscence washed over him as he thought about his own childhood how it was only a couple of years ago that he remembered being in that state of happiness, just being able to enjoy yourself with your family without a care in the world. He often felt that way when he saw people with each other. JC was definitely the type of person to get along with almost everyone, but still he led a truly lonely life. There is no worse feeling than being surrounded by people but still feeling so alone.

Brushing the thoughts away, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, the sweat still prickling over his brow. He then started to run once more, this time with a little more fervor. Almost like running away from his problems. The song that played in his ears definitely did not help his train of thought any, now playing Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day. Soundtrack of his life, apparently.

His mind seemed to change gears suddenly as he found himself nearly running into someone on skates. "Oh my god. I'm sorry!"

[rozilynn 'rozzi' jaded holt]

Rozzi may have found it ironic -had she not despised the misuse of the word 'ironic'- that the moment she looked down, someone managed to not see someone with bright yellow skates, skating along the sidewalk. Sure, she could have blamed it on herself for looking down for even a second while there was people around her, and the fact that her jeans and band t-shirt were both dark in color. But she hardly had time to worry about that, because once she realized he was about to run into her, she tried to move around him, caught the edge of the sidewalk with her skate, and ended up sprawled out on the grass.

She carefully sat up, looking up at the guy. But it really wasn't his fault she'd fallen. She had fallen because she tried to move around him on a narrow sidewalk. In skates, no less. "Nah, it's cool. The ground needed a hug." She said, pulling herself up on her skates. Even if she'd broken something, she probably would have gotten up on it anyways. She wasn't one to stay down long for anything. She started to dust off her jeans, honestly didn't want to skate around looking like she'd been in the bushes creeping at little kids or something. She shook out her shirt, then pulled her hair out of it's ponytail to run her fingers through it and get out any lurking blades of grass.