Jake Connors
Jake stretched out on the grass running his hands through his blond hair, wishing that he had taken some product with him to shape it. Rose might have some he thought vacantly as he sat up shielding his eyes from the sun. It was in these rare quiet moments that Jake allowed himself to be a vain teenager he once was, making sure his appearance was suitable to his neo-gothic taste. Hey if he was gonna get caught might as well get caught looking good! He chuckled nervously at the thought, he didn't want to get caught, even more so he certainly didn't want to get caught by his family.
He kept wishing his mother would come back and also dreading that she would. He'd never gotten close with his older brother, usually keeping to his younger siblings but he missed him terribly. Apart from his father he was the oldest boy left and his dad well... Jake took away as much of the pain that he could- allowing his father moments of rest but it was never long enough. Stupid useless powers he thought as he threw a stick aside. What was the use in fake healing someone? He fought back tears and stood up, hoping to find his family and almost walked right into Rose. "Whoa! Sis, watch out" he exclaimed as his eyes caught the small child. She looked scared, as scared as they all were but trying to hide. He got down on his knees so he'd be at her height and gave her a small smile as Rose spoke to her.