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| Topic Started: Apr 14 2008, 08:00 PM (544 Views) | |
| Samantha Carter | Apr 14 2008, 08:00 PM Post #1 |
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Time of day: Early morning around 4am Place in the time-line 2 days after the school address from Scott The funeral of the young child Sam knew was yesterday. She could remember the event even though her mind wanted so badly to forget. The little pink dress frazzled at the ends with white lace. The hair in pigtails and bows. The smile that was practically drawn across the innocent features. The assortment of teddy bears adorning the entire room. Her special froggy Webkinz that became her bedtime pal lie under a grasped cold hand in the pink satin lined coffin. Her eyelids were sewn shut and the mortician had the difficult task of making sure the little lifeless girl looked like she did in the photo given to her by the mourning parents. Sam didn’t want to attend. She didn’t want to see the little girl lying there. Her mind wanted to remember the young child running through her office all excited after her daddy purchased the tiger cub painting she wanted for her birthday. But there were morals and she was personally asked to attend. “Sally would have wanted to say goodbye”, repeated softly through tears of a father over the phone when he dialed the art director’s number. The feline mutant almost didn’t pick it up, but she felt pity for the family, but also felt to blame. The tearful ceremony went on for two hours with lots of hugging and kissing and emotional mumbo jumbo that Sam didn’t want to be a part of. She felt as though people were staring at her knowing her secret and the demise and reasons behind Sally’s death. It was all covered up, naturally which started a fume inside the shape shifter’s heart and slowly began to rekindle her hatred towards humans. Those maniacal beasts decided to claim her as a victim of a hate crime by mutants. How ironic is that? A mutant killing a human, when in reality it was the other way around. It irked everyone in the Institute whether they wanted to admit to it or not, but some more than others. For Sam, the feral wanted to come forth and seek revenge. Why not let the beast free for a few hours and show those pestilent creatures what a real mutant can do? But what would that solve? Nothing and Sam knew it. Nightmares of her torture through abduction were now being followed by countless dreams of Sentinels wondering the streets in search of her. Each one carried a large overgrown needle in its grasp looking for her, desiring to make her like the children slaughtered. Last night was no exception. The large metal beast had an evil glare that scared the feline mutant standing there in front of the punching bag that lie dormant in a cold darkened gym. Closing sapphire eyes, the young woman just tried to forget the previous night’s demons and focus on letting out some aggression on the bag. Maybe after a few minutes of sweat, it would clear her mind in wondering how she’d tell everyone she was leaving for good. Maybe no one would even notice her disappearance or let alone care, but she would always devote herself to saving the young mutant children from the hands of anyone cruel enough to attempt to anymore innocent lives. The first punch was hard and Sam was grateful for securely taping her hands and wrists. The second one from the other hand, an uppercut to thickened rubber didn’t bounce off so easily like the first. The impact threw a sharp pain through the knuckles, however, still no skin broken yet. She remained there punching a few more times before laying in a few kicks. Capri sweat pants and a blackened t-shirt with a bunny that read “Hi Loser” adorned the feline mutant. Normal tennis shoes were secured tight to her feet while a loose scrunchie tied long brown locks up in a makeshift bun of sorts. Today would be a day of trials and tribulations for the shape-shifting mutant. She had decisions to make and fears to overcome. There questions riddling the female’s mind and nightmares still to be dealt with. With a few more punches, the brunette screamed out in aggravation and frustration of the days gone past. If anyone heard her, she really didn’t care. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 14 2008, 08:50 PM Post #2 |
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ooc: hope it's okay for me to jump in A light and fitful sleeper by nature, the last few years, Warren had become more restless than ever during the nights. Candy's murder and the months following it had been the start of it, he supposed, but it had slowly become worse over time, with his parents death and the extra pressure that brought, and finally with the Professor's disappearance. It left him troubled, though perhaps only those who knew him well would see the difference the events of the last four or five years had brought about in him. It was not however these issues that caused him to rise early this morning, but more recent events. He had dressed in whatever clothes came to hand and taken to the skies from the balcony that attached to his room. The morning air was cool and fresh against his skin, ruffling through his hair and wings as he flew higher into the air. Flying always brought an unrivalled clarity to his mind, relaxing him and allowing him to focus. Whether this was something that was unique to him alone or whether it was perhaps a quirk of the human condition, he didn't know, or really attempt to question beyond a mild consideration, but whatever it was, flying was his therapy, and whether it was because it was his mind reflecting the state of his body didn't really matter. Everyone made use of what they had and finding true peace of mind was something Warren was rarely able to manage unless he was flying. A lot had happened in the last few weeks since he had been revealed as a mutant. Rosie was still gone, Mutant Town had been partially destroyed and Sentinel's deployed on that flimsy excuse, and on a more intimate level, he had broken up with Ari the previous day. It had been hard and although he knew deep down he was doing the right thing, he still felt like a prize ass for doing it. At this point he was fairly certain he had some kind of serious mental problem. Maybe he should get Jean to perform some kind of telepathic surgery. Warren gave a slight, rueful smile at that thought. He hadn't quite lost of his sense of humour about himself, but he was fairly serious about thinking he had an issue of some sort. Warren had felt himself becoming more distant, moving away from her as his focus switched to dealing with the fallout from his very public revelation, and though he'd tried to reverse it, in the end he couldn't deny that he needed to be single, to cope by himself. He had a feeling there would be a lot of 'I told you so' going around the Mansion. No one ever expected him to stay the course, and he had proved them all right, deeply hurting someone he truly cared about in the process. Turning and flying towards the gym and the grounds beyond, Warren considered the other issue that had chased from his sleep was the address Scott gave to the school a few days previously. The fact neither he nor Jean had mentioned anything to any of the other senior members was completely out of character, not to mention the measures he was implementing were extreme and entirely not something Warren imagined Scott ever suggesting. It had left him deeply worried and confused. The very faint sound of screams reverberated suddenly into the crisp, silent air and Warren banked in mid-flight, turning rapidly and heading towards the sound of the scream, wondering what on earth could be going on. Seeing the door to the gym was open, Warren landed lightly, his wings folding neatly behind him as he walked quickly towards the open door. He recalled a previous early morning fly where he had found Jara taunting Kate, and which had ended in his forearm being ripped open by the feral mutant. They were not good memories, especially considering how he'd had his ass handed to him so easily. Entering the gym, his senses on high alert, Warren looked around the possible source of the scream. It only took a few moments before he zeroed in on a woman with brunette hair, attacking a punch bag. The winged mutant relaxed, seeing that there was no danger here. He recognised her and though he had never spoken to her before, he guessed the scream meant she wasn't alright. "Hey, Samantha, isn't it?" he questioned, raising a hand in a casual wave of greeting. "Is everything okay? I heard screaming..." He took a few steps towards her, waiting for her reply. |
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| Kate | Apr 14 2008, 09:10 PM Post #3 |
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Kate couldn't sleep; it was as simple as that. Even watching CNN in the student lounge didn't soothe her nerves, not after the actions of that previous day. Normally she would have staying in the lounge staring blankly at the screen, but this morning Kate gave it up and took to prowling the grounds of the mansion in her kitten form. Sure there was a new curfew, but she just couldn't stand it anymore. There was something refreshing about being a kitten. Cats saw the world in an entirely different perspective; hatred and prejudice were absent from this perspective, and a sense of serenity and wonder settled in as Kate picked her way through the garden. She was lying near a flowerbed, sleepily watching fireflies flit around, when a frustrated scream split the night. Kate started awake, tabby fur briefly on end, and looked around. There was someone in the gym, and while Kate didn’t recognize the emotional signature, she did know that it was next to impossible to get onto the grounds nowadays. Not without being wanted, at least. With one last glance at the fireflies, Kate scrambled to her feet and bounded towards the gym, worried. No matter if it was just a scream of frustration, and not pain; she wanted to see what was going on, and help if she could. Warren got there first, she saw as she paused in the open doorway to the gym. The woman at the punching bag was not someone she knew, but Warren’s expression suggested that she could be trusted. Kate sat silently down in the doorway, tail curled neatly around her as she watched with worried eyes. This was a school, a family, so no one should have to be afraid. Are you okay? Kate meowed finally, the same worry edging her ‘voice’. I was watching fireflies and I heard you… She trailed off, wondering if the woman could even understand her. Oh well. |
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| Samantha Carter | Apr 15 2008, 12:12 PM Post #4 |
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Since arriving at the Institute a few months prior, Sam never gave any thought about her feelings and how much hatred had been manifested deep in her heart. Her mind knew that humans were not on the feline’s Top 10 list of things she loved, but did she really hate them all that much? During her lifetime, the only thing she knew was the hatred they had towards mutants and how cruel and demeaning their attitude and actions were. There seemed to be only two people in Sam’s life that gave her a single speck of hope that not all humans were bad, Jacob and Harry. However, both of them were dead. One died because of humans and their hatred and the other died trying to absolve the hatred that humans had towards mutants. It wasn’t enough in the shape shifter’s mind to forgive them for all the evil they’ve accomplished against a race of people with a simple difference in one gene. And now, children were suffering at the hands of these cruel individuals, the same children that are the future of the mutant community and could make a difference in the world they live in today. It only again fueled the anger already embedded deep within the feline’s emotional state of mind cursing the bag that wouldn’t move much from the punches being laid into it by one angry female. With a roundhouse kick and loud screamed grunt, the art teacher swooped around hearing the smack of her leg hit the large inanimate object with a thud before her body stopped dead in its tracks noticing that now she wasn’t alone. A male had arrived, someone she had never met before. The first thing the feline noticed were the wings. Even though they were neatly tucked behind his back, the beauty of them folding was the first thing Sam saw. It was merely only a glimpse, a flash of feathers, but something she wouldn’t forget. For a moment, she actually thought an angel had been sent, maybe Jacob with a message or possibly Harry. Then in an utter moment of his words, she realized he was a mutant and only remembered hearing about him. What was his name again? Oh yes, Warren Worthington III. He called her by name, which indicated that fellow staff members knew her throughout the school. Sam never forgot a scent once she was able to categorize them in a little box hidden in the vortex of her brain. A most pleasant aroma came from this male calming her angered heart a bit, but not enough to dampen the boiling blood already flowing generously through her sweating arms and neck. Before she could answer him, another figure had entered the room and this time it was a very familiar scent. This one had feline written all over it and sure enough a cat strode through coming up to the shape shifter like a kitten approaches its mother. It whined and purred with such precision of tone that amazingly the artist understood the banter of the tabby. Smiling, she crouched to touch the soft orange and white fur. “You must be Kate. At least I hope you’re Kate. I’ve heard about you and was told we should get to know one another. That or I’m really losing my mind”, she began trying to calm her beating heart. Her sapphire eyes fluttered up to the handsome man a bit sorrowful at her obvious volume in expressing her feelings. “I didn’t mean to alarm anyone”, she continued putting her gaze back to the young feline at her feet. “I guess the news of the children hit some of us more than others”, she arose walking over to Warren for the first time. This time her hand extended in greeting. However, she never even realized that the impact on the punching did indeed rupture skin and the tape had a crimson hue along the knuckles. |
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| Warren Worthington | Apr 21 2008, 11:23 PM Post #5 |
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Warren watched her carefully as she finally realised he was there, noticing the way her eyes moved immediately to his wings. He had seen her at the meeting, but he supposed it was possible she hadn't noticed him, as the expression on her face was one he had seen many times before when people first met him and saw the wings. The old...is this a real angel? He had considered changing his codename many times for that very reason, but 'Bird Boy' didn't exactly have the same ring. It seemed as though they weren't the only ones up at such an early hour however as a small ginger cat entered, Warren raising an eyebrow as he watched it settled down. Now it was possible that this was just another cat wandering around, but the updated file on a certain young empath had explained Kate's new mutation and described her cat form, and this was a definite match. His suspicions were confirmed when Samantha crouched down to pet the animal, calling the other shape shifter by name. Warren repressed an exasperated sigh; clearly Kate had learned little to nothing after her encounter with Jara because here she was once again outside the Mansion early in the morning. His hand moved unconsciously to touch the other wrist, now only faintly marked by scars. “I didn’t mean to alarm anyone”, she continued putting her gaze back to the young feline at her feet. “I guess the news of the children hit some of us more than others” He glanced up as she spoke, meeting her gaze even as her eyes dropped to the cat at her feet. She held out his hand and he noticed the blood on the tapes. He shook her hand gently, clasping it in his own but careful not to brush the knuckles. "You should go to the infirmary and have someone check that out." he advised her with a nod towards her hand. "There is always someone on duty, so it wouldn't take long to fix them up." Seeing that there was no real danger involved, and the scream was nothing more than one of pent up frustration, Warren realised that his presence was no longer needed. "Well as you're okay, I'll be on my way. Please could you escort Kate back to the Mansion once you're finished out here. She knows for a fact she shouldn't be out here alone at this time." he said with a slightly wry, exasperated smile. He glanced down at the ginger cat, shaking his head before looking back up at Samantha. "If you need anyone to talk to, don't hesitate to come and fine me. It's a hard time for everyone around here, you shouldn't feel like you're alone." With that he gave her a friendly smile and then turned to leave. Once outside the gym, he spread his wings and took off once again into the crisp morning air. [align=center][EXIT WARREN][/align] |
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| Kate | Apr 22 2008, 01:42 AM Post #6 |
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To Kate's delight, Samantha seemed to recognize her. The girl-turned-cat meowed happily, nudging against the woman's hand. Yup, I'm Kate. She could feel Warren's exasperation, and while Kate felt a bit guilty for being out that early, she reminded herself that she'd only been in the garden, well inside the protective walls of the grounds. Instead, Kate focused on Samantha. There was a little blood that had seeped through the wrappings on her hand, and Kate mewed a little in worry. It seemed to be okay, but the girl couldn't help but worry. It was just in her nature, really. As Warren glanced down at her, and then made an exit, Kate had the decency to blush. It seemed like nowadays she couldn't do anything right, not even sleep. Even CNN hadn't been able to lull her to sleep the previous night as it usually did, so instead she'd taken to prowling the gardens. Too much worry. Kate gave a little kitten sigh, sitting back on her haunches again as Warren took off. You smell like a cat. She commented abruptly, curious. Not a bad thing, just...familiar. Kate nodded quickly, hoping that the woman wouldn't take offense. And I didn't mean to make anyone worry. She added with a slightly guilty lowering of her whiskers. Unable to sit still any longer, Kate stretched out and poked at the punching bag with one of her claws, curious. She could see why the woman needed time alone, especially now. If Kate had been any larger, there would have been some serious damage going on at the Friends of Humanity headquarters -- as well as other places. But maybe there was a reason she was just a kitten. |
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| Grimalkin | Apr 22 2008, 04:44 AM Post #7 |
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The last time the young catboy had roamed the grounds at night had been when Rosie thought it would be better for everyone if she ran away. Good for her that her fear wasn't the case and she was welcomed back with opened arms. If only the relief had lasted longer for no soon after did the rest of the X-men arrive from the harrowing scene of the former FOH building. After that he felt it important to not roam the grounds. With the new curfews in place he wasn't about to test them out anyways. Unlike his sister who found thrill in seeing how far one could stretch the rules he was content obeying them. Now, though, he was looking for his sister. He needed to speak to her and he knew she wouldn't be in her room. So he decided to, just this once, test out these new rules. No sooner did he begin his journey did the night filled halls catch his wonder. Mittens found himself memorized with the shadows as they altered the art work that littered the mansion. If he was paying attention he would have wondered why he had yet to run into the new hall patrols. Being caught now would make him very angry. Had he forgotten the need to speak to his older sister? A faint scream made one of his ears twitch. Where did it come from? Without thinking the young catboy's pace quickened. Was someone in danger? Should he call for help? With hope this wouldn't be a repeat of what happened the last time the small boy walked willing into danger. No one would be tortured on mansion grounds so there was nothing to truly worry about. Finding it odd that the gym doors were now in sight he walked closer to them. Had he wandered this far? Not questioning Mittens walked into the gym just after Warren made his exit. Odd hazel eyes looked at a strange scene or at least it was to him; a teacher and a ginger color tabby. When they noticed him all they would see was a bare footed boy in blue and white striped pyjamas. Cat ears sticking out of unruly dusty brown hair and a grey and black striped tail marked him to not only be a mutant but a cat shape shifter as well. You smell like a cat. She commented abruptly, curious. Not a bad thing, just...familiar. Kate nodded quickly, hoping that the woman wouldn't take offense. "It's because she is one but not in the sense of you or I," Mittens said in a quiet voice. He didn't realize he was answering a statement made by a cat. He spoke in a normal human voice to what he thought was a normal human voice. It was hard for him to distinguish between human voices and those of mutants who shifted into cats. However, he didn't understand even this much. Feline communication was one gift he was still discovering. He had his own reasons to stay away from cats. Whether being fearful or not the catboy stayed near the doors. He didn't step further into the gym. He didn't recognize the tabby cat but he knew it was a student. Which student, he had yet to find out. "Um, I...," Mittens was at a loss of words. "I smell blood," he said finally cringing his nose. Blood was one smell he would never forget. |
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| Samantha Carter | Apr 22 2008, 02:44 PM Post #8 |
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As the male approached even further, she was then taken aback by his handsome and strong demeanor. The blood rose within her cheeks and she surely thought he could see her blushing profusely at him while feeling the extension of his fingers curling around her hand with a delicate touch. A tingle simply traveled through the base of the wrist and jolted up her arm and around to the back. Whatever it was, it was amazing, but then again it could have just been the fact he was so strikingly good looking. He seemed concerned about the feline's hands and it was at that moment even Sam realized she had been punching that rubber cylinder harder than anticipated. "I should get them looked at. Thank you for the concern and I'll be sure to get her back safe and sound", she ended with a nod watching him walk out of the room. She found herself craning the neck as he turned the corner just get one more glimpse. Her attention averted back to the cat that seemed to be purring and excited that another feline was actually communicating with her. It surprised even the teacher. Now, more words of mews came forth and the sentiment was fuzzy. Could it be that in the moment of tension and pressure was the only time Sam could actually understand a species so close to her own? You smell like a cat. She commented abruptly, curious. Not a bad thing, just...familiar. However, it was muffled and a bit hard to understand. All Sam got was smelled like cat and bad thing. The artist blinked in surprise that her scent was that unpleasant to another cat until a small male voice appeared in the gym. "I'm popular this morning", mumbled the feline as the figure approached. "It's because she is one but not in the sense of you or I," It was difficult to see the figure unless Sam's eyes became feline slits to enable her senses to kick in. It was a small boy with cat ears and what was that? a tail? Sam might as well stay at the level she was currently in since it was another child, possibly another shape shifter. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before. You are?" she started but he was already expressing his concern for the blood coming through the tape on the feline's knuckles. Looking down, it was getting a little worse, but something else began to slowly grow in the back of the mutant's thoughts. The children killed came flashing back as well as the memory of the funeral. Sam closed her eyes to try and block it out, but it was no use. Standing in front of her were two very innocent young children just like those killed by corrupt individuals that needed to be hung by their ba....... Sam blinked hard allowing for the feral inside to heat up again. Anger was beginning to take over and if she shape shifted uncontrollably, the brunette wasn't sure how she'd react to cats not of her tiger species. This was definitely new to her and she didn't want to hurt them. Her motherly instinct told the feline that she'd protect them, but cats can be funny with those not of their kind and she could possibly wind up killing them just out of spite as a tiger without control. Get a hold of yourself, you'll have your revenge soon enough. Hopefully they weren't telepaths too. |
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| Kate | Apr 22 2008, 08:32 PM Post #9 |
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At Samantha's misunderstanding, Kate paused, tilting her head to one side. It's a good thing. She tried to inform the woman, worried that she would get the wrong impression. It was still a little weird to be around another feline-human mutant, but not at all bad. Sort of figuring out that you were not alone, when for ages you thought you were. In any case, Kate's ears came forward, sensing that Mittens was coming. She craned her head around, watching him come into the room just a little, and gave him a little kitty grin. Mittens! She was torn between running to Mittens to reassure him -- obviously he didn't like the smell of blood -- and staying near Samantha out of curiosity. In the end, she moved a few feet away and settled to stretching out. Ah. Being a kitten was simple. In the middle of stretching her back left leg out, getting the kinks out of it from where she'd been lying on it in the garden, Kate got a mental whiff of the teacher's emotions. She could feel something like anger or distress...and realized that it was probably over the recent deaths. Mewing softly, Kate pulled her limbs back into order and stood, not caring that her fur was ruffled as she poked at one of Samantha's feet with her paw. It's okay, right? She meowed, not entirely sure of it herself but determined to help. Because Scott and them...they'll protect us. Hopefully it would be a comfort, even if the protection hadn't extended to the little children that had died. |
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| Grimalkin | Apr 25 2008, 05:11 PM Post #10 |
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He was about to get lost in the smell of the blood. Quick flashes of the night he had followed his friend streaked across his mind's eye. These images were repressed the best they could. It was a danger to have them be nightmares. The blood, it was too much blood. The taste of the iron came to his tongue. It was oddly familiar but it was an unwanted memory. A tear ran down from one of the catboy's eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before. You are?" [Samantha] started but he was already expressing his concern for the blood coming through the tape on the feline's knuckles. Samantha's voice seemed to chase the darks thoughts away. Mittens looked up and stepped just a bit further into the gym. "I'm Robert," he stated quietly. "People usually just call me Mittens." The small boy had once tried to get the school to call him by his first name. Then his sister came and began to call him the nick name she gave to her baby brother. It stuck but he didn't mind. To everyone he was Mittens. Odd hazel eyes blinked as his tail lifted into the air before it whipped only to settle again. Something in the room was a bit off. He could sense it. The teacher had something on her mind. Whatever it was it seemed that was causing something to grow within her. He became afraid. Finally, Mittens walked forward so he was now twenty feet in front of the orange tabby and the teacher. He watched the kitten as she stretched. "Who are you?" he asked. An inkling in the back of his mind felt as though he knew it was Kate. Since when could Kate shape-shift? An overwhelming sense that they were in danger became present. It's okay, right? [Kate] meowed, not entirely sure of it herself but determined to help. Because Scott and them...they'll protect us. Alight, so the kitten could sense something he couldn't. Was Samantha the danger? He nodded in agreement but something wasn't right. "Are you OK?" Even if she didn't answer he knew the teacher wasn't alright. Something was up. He could feel it. The small boy wasn't blind. There was a dangerous presence in the room and it was the cat hidden in Samantha. The question: what kind of cat was she? |
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| Samantha Carter | Apr 25 2008, 07:35 PM Post #11 |
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As a child, teachers and clergymen took a great liking to the small child as a student and patron of the church. Her personality was bubbling and eccentric to the ways a small child portrays themselves amongst their siblings. Her movements from city to city were for the protection of the family as well as the reputation of the parents. Samantha understood the protection part, but had a hard time with the latter. Once the authorities found out about her abilities, usually by accident, a whole new atmosphere was construed in her presence. She was thought of as a threat and an outcast. Children wouldn’t play with her and the family was always urged to private school the young girl or just move away. During the years, she found herself hating humans and their condescending ways of ridicule and verbal abuse. Their unknown knowledge of the gene that made all the different to some individuals made it impossible for the young mutant to really have any kind feelings towards normal human beings. With the past events of the funeral and killings of such young and vibrant children, it irked that hidden emotion of hatred that Sam had once placed far in the back of her mind. It was a place that Jacob and Harry had made comfortable by showing her that not all humans were monsters. But they were gone and it gave the feline a sense of judgment again that everything she fought so hard to forgive was still very fresh in her mind. The little boy proceeded to enter the gym a little closer and a true glimpse of his outer appearance finally became quite apparent to the teacher. She could understand the need for his shyness and was almost pitying him as the young boy strode closer to the two. Images of the young girl she attended the funeral too became like waking memories that didn’t want to rest at peace. The thought of turmoil and suffering those other children may have faced just sent trepidations of ire to surge through feline bones. The tiger within was begging to come out, persuading the young woman to let these insignificant humans feel the wrath of a full grown beast just waiting for a chance to repay for all those years of painful endurance of their trials. ”Are you ok?” It was now the cat woman was sensing that her own actions began to become a bit overwhelming. Overwhelming enough to be outwardly seen and it was time for the feline to go. Her anger would only lead to those inside to be hurt in some way and her own actions would be uncontrollable since the feral inside took over so quickly after transformation. The innocence before her was becoming a wake up call to protect them. And to protect them meant to leave them, not become a useless burden and possible threat to their safe society. “I’ll be ok Robert. I’m just a little tired is all”, she lied covering up true feelings so as not to alert the two felines anymore than they more have already seen. “I should get you both back inside and to safety. You two are far too young to be out wondering the halls after we’ve been told not to, including myself”, she finished with a smile trying to calm the two young ones as much as possible. |
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| Kate | Apr 28 2008, 01:21 AM Post #12 |
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OOC: Sorry for the late reply... :( Kate's fur was rising, not out of any anger or fear, but because of the emotions that were filling the air. There was most definitely apprehension, of what sort she couldn't tell, and a good bit of fear and worry as well. She finished stretching and moved to her feet, worried. That was one of the curses of being an empath. Even when Kate desperately wanted to believe whatever people told her, wanted to be naive and ignorant and blissfully unaware of the suffering of the world, it was impossible. It was well and truly a burden, though Kate had to keep quiet. She hated to whine. Instead, Kate looked up between Mittens and Samantha, concerned. We're still on school grounds. She offered meekly, though she knew that it really wouldn't matter where they were if the 'bad guys' decided to attack. Jara, case in point. And...Jean would hear if anything happened. But even as she tried to justify her being outside at that time in the morning, her whiskers drooped, knowing that it was a lame excuse at best. Huffing a tiny sigh, Kate looked around, realizing that she'd left her clothing in her room upstairs. Shoot. She would really have to talk to Mr. McCoy about making clothing that would shift with her, otherwise she would keep having to transform and be stark naked. She stretched one last time and shook all over, making her fur stand up. I guess let's go, then. |
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| Grimalkin | May 2 2008, 03:59 PM Post #13 |
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Feline Form/ Feline Traits
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Mittens didn't move. He didn't dare move. Something was definitely wrong with the teacher. He could feel it. Unlike Kate, he wasn't an empath but it didn't take an empath to know something truly wasn't right. The cat in Samantha was about to take over. It wasn't odd to fear that, was it? He knew she wasn't going to shift into a cute everyday kitten just like him and the orange tabby. “I’ll be ok Robert. I’m just a little tired is all”, [Samantha] lied... The catboy nodded and accepted what the teacher said with a small smile. What was he to do, question her? The events of the last couple days didn't just cause the children to fear. Fear was felt by all. The same went for the anger the adults felt. The children had anger but mostly not rooted in the same things. It was just that everyone was having mixed feelings about this whole thing. The best was to just forget about and move on. It was choking. The tabby cat of Kate tried to keep a positive light on the situation or, at least, convince herself of such. They were the most safe on mansion grounds. Even he knew people could trespass onto mansion grounds and do horrible things. Young Rosie was kidnapped straight from her bed. And then another good point was made. Jean would know if anyone waltzed right over the gates. They were safe. "Can you understand her, too?" Mittens asked curiously to Samantha. He was truly wondering if she actually knew what Kate was saying. It was nice to be able to speak to other feline shape-shifters even in their cat forms. The small boy sniffled and seemingly wiped the sleep from his eyes. It was late (or really early.) He could find his sister later. “I should get you both back inside and to safety. You two are far too young to be out wondering the halls after we’ve been told not to, including myself”, [Samantha] finished with a smile trying to calm the two young ones as much as possible. "Young?" Mittens questioned. "I would like for you to know that I am 15." Standing straighter he tried to look taller. Even though he had grown recently he still was short. Being 4'8'' now was a whole lot better than being 4'5'', though. "But you're right," he yawned. "Back to bed." On the way back to his dorm the cabtoy would question only one thing: What was his sister up to? Even with the darkness he felt was over the mansion since the meeting his sister was still his main worry. At the moment, his concern was for the teacher. "You'll be OK, soon," Mittens stated with the optimism of a child. |
[align=center]Goldfish vs. Mittens: mission 'distraction' accomplished. ![]() The most wondrous ability ever: to turn into a... cat.[/align] | |
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2:27 PM Jul 11