Summer 2012: Tigra

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Mon May 03, 2010 2:03 am

Selene: Selene couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. Therefore, she kept her eyes scanning the foliage that surrounded them. A frown played over her face when she spotted a quick movement on a nearby branch. Oh yes, I saw what you did there, Mr. Squirrel...

J: J lead the girls through the forest, and down the trails and beaten paths. He'd grown up playing in these woods, and was more than happy to be out in them once more. "We used to have a tree house down that way..." He pointed off to one side of the trail.

Selene: Selene blinked when J's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Do you think it might still be there," she asked.

Neena: "It would be cool to see it if it was," Neena stopped to pick up a leaf. "How long ago was that?"

J: "Um... About 3 to 4 years ago was the last time we played in it... It might still be there." He said with a smile, "You guys want to go see?" He asked eagerly, already ready to lead them off the path and through the brush.

Selene: "Sure, who doesn't love looking for abandoned creepy places in the dark corners of the woods," Selene remarked, slightly grinning to herself. "If it's still there, it would make the perfect lover's nest - where they'd inevitably get slaughtered by deranged forest-dwellers."

Tigra: Tigra crept behind the group, ears twitching to keep herself one step ahead. No surprises for her. She followed them as quietly as she could. Her territory. But they didn't seem dangerous... yet anyway.

J: J started to agree with Sel untill she continued, and then kept his lips zipped tight. "It is still quite sunny out... so not that dark of a corner yet." He said helpfully, "Just a bit father, and across that little creek up there..." He continued to point out interesting things they passed like an eager 5 year old showing his mom everything he'd found.

Tigra: She frowned at the mention of the creek. There was less cover there.... but she could make the jump. Maybe...

Selene: Selene balanced over a fallen tree as they walked deeper into the woods. "Don't get me wrong, I meant that in an appreciative way," she said. "Sounds as if I'd like it there."

Neena: "I was thinking more along the lines of a quaint tree cottage in the bright woods," Neena grimaced. "But now that you mention it, that does sound really creepy."

J: J led them across the small creek, and then around a small rise and then pushed back a large pine branch to reveal a sunlit clearing with fresh flowers showing and a huge old tree with a fort in the branches, a rope ladder hanging down and steps circling the trunk. "It's still here!!" He shouted happily as he held the branch back for the girls to pass through.

Tigra: Tigra waited til they crossed the creek and passed the tree line before leaping across the gap and landing with only a small rustle. She picked up their scents and continued to follow their trail. It was kinda fun to track people.

Selene: "Don't worry, you've got us to protect you from the eerie psychos," Selene told Neena, showing the other girl a wry smile. She paused, cocking her head slightly. "Unless I was supposed to be the psycho here. If those voices could be more specific only once."

Selene: "That looks as if it would make an excellent hideout," Selene commented as they headed towards the large, old tree. "I bet it would be even more intriguing at night."

J: "Um... What voices?" J asked curiously, ushering them through and then following behind. "A friend and I found this here when we were little... Almost no one knows it's out here." He agreed with Selene.

Tigra: Yeah, almost.... She stopped on the edge of the clearing, watching them from the shadows.

Neena: "Sometimes, Selene, only sometimes, you freak me out," Neena shook her head slightly.

Selene: "Hey, not all of us are so anti-social to ostracize our imaginary friends," Selene replied, smiling at J. "They don't like being ignored." She turned to give Neena the same smile. "Only sometimes? I'll take that as a challenge to try harder."

Tigra: Swish. Swish. Swish. Her tail swung from side to side as she crouched and watched them, leaning a little forward with interest. This 'Selene' seemed strange... imaginary friends? Curious.....

J: "Ha... I worry about a mutant with imaginary friends... You never know when they might not be so 'imaginary'..." He walked across the clearing and stood at the bottom of the ladder and steps. "Looks sturdy enough..."

Selene: Selene turned around, her gaze passing over the surrounding trees, before she decided to cross the clearing. She still felt as if she was being watched. On the other hand, she always did when she stood out in the open, so that was nothing out of the ordinary. "Don't even try to start with any 'Lady's first' crap here," she commented, eying the ladder.

J: He smirked, "I guess chivalry really is dead then..." Taking hold of the first few rungs he pulled, the rope stayed taunt, so he shrugged and pulled himself up quickly, vanishing into the hole in the bottom of the fort floor.

Tigra: She leaned back into the shadows as the woman's gaze passed over her location. Stripes were excellent camoflage. She slunk round the treeline and jumped up into one of the other trees. A couple of birds took off in fright. She froze.

Neena: "That...doesn't look safe," Neena gingerly took the ladder in her hand. Then again, if J could do it...She shimmied up the ladder, struggling a bit with the first few steps.

Selene: Selene already had her hand on the rope, ready to pull herself up after Neena and J, when the startled flock of birds made her freeze up. Then, her head turned around, eyes narrowing as she stared at the edge of the clearing again.

Tigra: Tigra kept perfectly still, even her tail stopped moving. However, she wasn't happy about her perch. It wasn't stable.

J: "Come on up Selene!" He called down to her, before starting to show Neena around the small fort, pointing out the railing, and where the best view was to look over the tree tops around there and such.

Tigra: Dumb birds. Not hungry right now. She watched Selene for a moment then turned her attention to the two on the fort since they were almost on the same level as her. She shifted her weight slightly. The branch creaked.

Selene: "I'm not sure we're entirely alone," Selene replied without looking up to J. "And I'm not talking about imaginary friends, either." She slowly turned her head to glance at the other two. "I think we're being watched by badgers."

J: "Badgers?" He asked incredulously and then shrugged. Selene is crazy... just have to accept that... He smiled and continued to show Neena around, "You should see the sun set over the trees.... It looks really really awesome..."

Neena: "This must have been a blast to play in as a kid," Neena marvelled. "I should have one of these built for Toni when she gets older. Every kid should have one."

Selene: "If you say so..." Selene frowned, suspicious about the creaking sound, but eventually began to pull herself up the rope. After all, badgers couldn't look up, so they'd be safer up there in case she was right.

Tigra: She moved again, trying to get closer to the trunk of the tree. And then the worst thing happened. The branch cracked. She panicked and leapt up to the next level, dislodging a few twigs and startling a few more birds. She clung to her new perch tightly.

Selene: Selene gave a startled squeak and scaled the rope faster than she had imagined possible, more or less tumbling into the treehouse and falling into Neena and J.

J: Even J heard the snap and crash as a large branch in one of the other trees broke and fell to the forest floor. "What was that?!" He said as Selene barreled into them, them collapsing in a heap with Selene on top.

Tigra: Nothing. It was nothing. Go about your business. She tried to calm herself, her tail swishing madly to maintain her balance and working out the nervous energy.

Neena: "That definitely wasn't a badger," Neena helped herself up after wiggling herself out from under J and Selene.

Selene: Selene sat up and looked around, either not registering or not minding the fact that she still sat on J. "You mean it could be something worse," she whispered at Neena. "Like, a clown?"

Tigra: She managed to calm down and moved along the limb towards the trunk. She wasn't as sheltered from their eyes here so she made herself as small as she could but with the angle of the sun, she was worried about her eyes reflecting the light. Though she wasn't going to stop watching them.

J: J's face flushed bright red as she stayed on top of him, but he went on anyway, "I don't think there would be a clown in these woods..." He made no move to unseat her, but stayed very still. "I'll do a quick scan to see if I can find anything..." Lightning flashed across his eyes as he sent out a surge of power into the nearby woods.

Tigra: Tigra tensed as she felt her fur stand on end. What the heck was that? She still didn't move.

Neena: "I mean it could be something larger than a badger," Neena whispered back.

Selene: Selene leaned over to the edge of the treehouse, cautiously peeking past the weathered old wood and out into the woods. She believed to see something sparkly reflecting the sunlight. "I know I should have paid better attention during that wildlife documentary," she said. "Does any of you know if we have cougars this side of the country?"

J: "Mostly small vertebra animals and birds... One larger animal... about... there." He pointed in the general direction of Tigra's hiding spot. "There are some preditors... But I should be able to shut them down if they come close..."

Tigra: Tigra bit her lip as she saw him point towards her. How does he know where I am...? She was a little worried about the 'shut them down' too. The black tip of her tail flicked from side to side as she watched them. They were too far away for her to sniff out their intentions.

Selene: "Larger animal?" Selene frowned, looking down at J's face. "Could you be more specific? As in... deer, bear, or raptor-big?"

J: "Not really... Animals are more difficult to read and understand... They don't think about themselves much, and do not often see their own reflection, so I normally can't tell what they look like. It's like hacking a calculator... easy to do, but you don't get much out of it..." He tried to narrow it down as he focused.

Tigra: Oh well at least they don't know I'm a mutant.... Though she was vaguely insulted at being called an animal. Her fur was still stood on end and it was a little uncomfortable now. She wanted to smooth it down but that would mean moving. Moving meant she could be spotted.

Neena: "I don't think there are cougars out here..." Neena shrugged, but looked wary. "Are there?"

Selene: "So, that pretty much leaves us with only one possible option," Selene explained, her gaze passing over the Neena and J. "One of us has to lure it away from the tree so that the others can escape. Predators can smell blood, right? So we should be fine if I jab someone on the nose and throw him out of the house."

J: "Not in these woods, though they are native to the area." Thank you boy scouts. "Want to..." He stopped as Selene came up with her plan, realizing who the 'him' was. "Um... I can climb down on my own if need be... And no need to make me bleed...." He added quickly.

Selene: Selene sighed and shrugged, looking at J. "Well, if you insist on taking all the fun out of it..."

Neena: "I think J will be fine without the blood," Neena stepped in. "No sense in ruining his nose over a racoon...or whatever it is."

Selene: She paused, frowning. "Or we could decide to go for a much insaner plan and stay up here to wait until it's getting bored and walks aways." Selene nodded slowly.

Selene: "It's better to always assume the worst," Selene told Neena. "For what we know, there might be a landshark waiting for us down there."

Tigra: Ha! Racoon! She managed not to laugh. She sure as hell wasn't moving before they did though.

J: He gave her a hurt look, and then smiled to Neena, "Thank you." He patted Selene's leg gently. "If you'll kindly get off of me, I will go check." He asked nicely and then added, "Landsharks at native to desert type areas, they are not common in temperate forests at all..."

Selene: Selene gave J a confused look, blinking a few times before she realized that she still sat on top of him. "Right, that will make things easier," she said, relocating herself to sit next to Neena.

J: J stood and brushed himself off, straitening the press mark on his slacks. "Ok... I'll climb down, and be back in just a moment." He told them confidently, and then switfly climbed down the ladder. "Wish me luck!" He called up to them as he climbed down.

Tigra: Nonono! Stay in your tree! I'll stay in mine! Go away! She couldn't help the low growl that escaped her.

Selene: "Good luck," Selene half-heatedly called after him. "And remember, if a bear attacks you, kick it in the nuts. I've seen that on youtube."

Neena: "I'm pretty sure the guy that did that got mauled," Neena said.

Selene: "But the bear wasn't hungry any more," Selene explained. "I thought that was the point."

J: At the mention of bear J got a little more aprehensive, there might very well be a bear. He hit the ground and got his bearings again, and started slowly towards the area he sensed the larger animal from. He focused and narrowed his search with each step, working out quickly it was female, and then feline. I wonder if Hepz is playing with us... He thought for a moment, but disregarded it, he knew her mental signature already.

Tigra: Tigra's tail tapped against the trunk of the tree as she watched him closing in on her. Her claws digging in to the wood. She was torn. Jump down and confront them when she was this out numbered? Or run away?

Selene: "Perhaps we should make a break for it," Selene suggested, leaning over to Neena. "Remember, whatever it is, we don't have to outrun it. We only have to outrun J."

Neena: Neena opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She was too horrified in general at the thought of J getting mauled by a bear. Or worse, her getting mauled and Toni left at the mercy of Ben's insane family.

J: J made his way slowly to the base of the tree, the presence he could now tell wasn't hiding behind the tree, but was in the branches. He looked up and could see almost cause of the foliage. "Hello! Anyone up there?" The 'animal' definately had higher brain function, so he would have to start thinking differently. He sent to the girls in the tree house.

Selene: A frown briefly showed on Selene's face as a thought crossed her mind. "Maybe I should have gone," she said in a strange fit of heroism. "After all, I believe I'm less squishy than J."

Tigra: No. No one's here. She remained still, perched on her branch. She caught her tail so it's anxious swishing wouldn't betray her.

Neena: "I don't know whether to be relieved or more worried," Neena muttered.

J: He sent up into the branches when he heard her thoughts. He added and waited patiently with his arms crossed, peering up into the tree.

Selene: "So it really is a deranged wood-dweller," Selene mused, her voice barely audible. "Don't worry," she called down to J, completely oblivious to the fact that she could just have contacted him telepathically. "I'm well-suited for dealing with psychos."

Tigra: Her fur stood up even higher. He could hear her thoughts?! She climbed further up. Safer up there. My tree.

J: He asked very nicely, lacing his thoughts with friendly feelings.

Selene: Selene sensed that J was communicating with someone. "Or maybe it isn't a psycho-killer after all," she told Neena.

Tigra: She paused in her climb. Maybe they weren't trying to hurt her? She cautiously started back down again, stopping when she reached the level a couple of feet above his head.

Selene: Selene perched at the edge of the tree-house, her gaze focused on the tree J was seemingly talking to. Then, she definitely noticed movement.

J: He saw the form start to materialize as she came closer. "Hello! Can you speak verbally? My name is J, what is yours?" He asked with a smile and a friendly voice.

Tigra: Verbally? Oh yeah. They prefered that. She bit her lip, "T-Tigra..." She managed. It had been a while since she'd heard her own voice. Sounded funny. She perched on her branch and leaned to peer at him, blinking huge green eyes at him. Hadn't been this close to another person that wasn't trying to hit her with something for a while either.

J: "Tigra? That is a very pretty name." He saw her huge green eyes and coloration, and mentally checked himself from reacting, "Very fitting name. What are you doing up in that tree?" He asked curiously.

J: He sent to the girls still at the tree house.

Tigra: "Watching." She sniffed the air a little.

Selene: Selene's eyes widened for a moment when she heard the strange stranger speak, then continued to stare at the fuzzy person. When she registered J's mental message, she blinked a few times, then simply hopped out of the tree house, landing on the ground. She immediately looked up again.

J: "Watching us?" He looked around, using large slow motions telegraphing what he was doing. "There is not much else out here to watch, is there?"

Neena: Neena followed more cautiously, careful not to kill herself going down the rope ladder. Not that she could...but it was habit. She tried not to stare, like Selene was doing, but it was a hopeless venture.

Tigra: "Yes. You." She looked over at the other two, tensing a little while she tried to figure out if they were friendly or not.

Selene: While she watched the decidedly feline person, Selene couldn't help but wonder whether Hepz had any siblings she had never told them about. "Hello," she dryly stated, obviously not as relaxed as J.

Tigra: Tigra tilted her head, regarding Selene. She sniffed at her too.

J: "How did you end up in these woods?" He asked, finally realizing that she had a thin layer of fur, and only a bit of tattered clothing. His face went immediately bright red as he looked away suddenly.

Selene: Selene frowned when she was sniffed. "Stop it," she said.

Tigra: She blinked at Selene then turned her attention back to J. "Live here." She moved along her branch, watching them all for any sudden movements.

Neena: "I didn't know Hepzibah had relatives," Neena said, half to herself. She didn't think she wanted to be sniffed like Selene, though this new...person...looked relatively harmless.

Selene: The lack of clothing also made it obvious that the fuzzy feline person was definitely female. "For how long," Selene asked this Tigra-person.

J: "Me neither..." She wears about as much clothing too... He fought with his shy streak for a moment and looked back up at her. "You live here in the woods? When did you start living here?" He sent to Selene and Neena.

Tigra: "Um..." She paused in her patrolling of the branch trying to remember how many winters it was, "Two?" She guessed, "I think... two years... maybe..." She smoothed down her fur a bit.

Neena: "Where did you live before?" Neena asked gently.

Tigra: She frowned a little, pausing in her grooming. "From Chicago..." She licked the palm of a hand and used it to flatten the fur on her stomach.

Selene: So at least she wasn't completely feral, Selene concluded, even though she arched an eyebrow at the grooming. More or less, anyway.

Selene: "I assume she got lost on the way to Xavier's," Selene remarked. "I've read the directions they give in their acceptance letters. They're definitely confusing. I'm surprised the woods here aren't littered with stray mutants."

Tigra: "Xaviers?" She looked up from her task, "Directions?" She blinked at the girl, "Followed the road... New York..."

J: "That would certainly explain it..." His face stayed red as she ran her hand over herself. "Are you hungry?"

Selene: "That's not meant as an encouragement to eat us, by the way," Selene quickly added.

Tigra: She raised an eyebrow, "You implying I can't feed myself?" She narrowed her eyes. "Cause I can."

Neena: "Not at all," Neena cut in diplomatically. "But you have to admit that the most self sufficient people who live in woods can't replicate the results of a fully stocked kitchen. We're just offering you some refreshment."

J: "I believe you, else you would have died here roughly 2 years ago. But I'm certain we can find something you might like up at the school if you'd care to come along."

Selene: "She's so going to eat my lemon pie," Selene mumbled to herself.

Neena: "Well then make another one," Neena nudged Selene. "This poor girl's been out here without decent food for two years. The least we can do is give her some pie."

Tigra: "School?" Her tail betrayed her interest, she turned her head to look at Selene, blinking slowly. She wasn't going to dignify that with a response. Since when did cats eat lemon pie?

Selene: "The big house, around half an hour in that direction," Selene raised her arm and pointed into the woods.

Tigra: "That's a school?" Finally satisfied with her grooming, she hopped off the branch and onto the floor where she sat in a crouch.

Neena: "Yes, and if you like you can come with us and get a good meal," Neena said. "And some clothes too."

Selene: "The latter is optional, though," Selene remarked.

Tigra: "Clothes?" She looked down at herself, "Eh. These're fine..." Though they could maybe do with a proper wash with powder and hot water... Food sounded good too. Food without feathers. Steak. Mmmmmm. "Got Steak?"

J: J kept his mouth shut about the optional and her clothes being 'fine'. "I believe we do..."

Selene: "Yes, there's a lot of steak," Selene said, breathing a inaudible sigh of relief. Her lemons seemed safe. "And also others who are a lot like you."

Tigra: "I like steak..." her eyes glazed over and her mouth watered just thinking about it. She shook herself. "More like me?"

Neena: "Quite literally, actually," Neena said, thinking of Hepzibah.

Selene: "Oh yes," Selene confirmed, giving a nod. "We have cat-people, dog-people, and even parrot-people."

Tigra: She straightened up, standing at her full height. Which again felt weird. Steak... "Okay."

J: "We even have people-people" He said jokingly.

Tigra: "I'll come..." She took a hesitant step towards them, "No funny business...."

J: "Oh not to worry, that was about the best I have for funny..." He smiled, and led the procession back to the school.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Mon May 03, 2010 4:37 am

J: J led her back through the hall to where they started in the Kitchen, "And that is the whole of the school." He said cheerfully, having given the grand tour a number of times he was getting quite proficient at it. "If you have any trouble finding your way, just follow your nose to the kitchen... there is almost always someone in the kitchen... Of course it's empty now... But summer just started, and many of our students are gone for the break."

Tigra: "Don't get lost..." She sniffed at everything they passed. So many strange smells! In-doors-y clean smells and people smells and cooked food smells. It was almost overwhelming.

J: "Oh, well that certainly does cut down on newbie excuses for skipping class." He smirked, "So... What do you think thus far?" He walked over and took a seat on one of the stools by the island.

Tigra: "Nice..." She looked around the kitchen. All the shiny things she'd almost forgotten how to use. She opened a cupboard to look inside.

J: "Oh right... Hungry yes? I am not the best chef in the school, but I am quite competent if you'd like me to make something for you." He said as she started to look around.

Tigra: She turned her head and closed the cupboard, "Steak?" She said hopefully, moving over to the sink and poking at the taps, jumping back when the water gushed out and sprayed her. "Eeek!" She shut the water off and tried to wipe it from her fur with her hands.

J: "That I can do." He nodded and moved to the freezer, pulling out one of the packaged steaks and put it in the sink to thaw for a moment. "Would you like anything to go with it?" He rooted around to see if there was anything he was hungry for, and decided to wait till later.

Tigra: She shook her head, "Just steak is fine." She contiued to brush at her fur. Wet. Ew. She went to look in the fridge, opening and closing it a few times to watch the light turn on and off. Electric lights were something she hadn't seen in some time never mind gotten to play with. She giggled then spotted the milk. Mmmmmm....

J: J ran some warm water over the steak and pulled it out when it was thuroughly thawed, then took a skillet and tossed it on the stove. "What kind of seasoning for the steak? A-1, bbq, honey bbq?"

Tigra: She shook her head, sniffing at the milk. She pulled the bottle out, her eyes huge. "I missed milk..." She looked at the steak on the stove and pondered it for a moment, "Don't cook too much..." She wasn't sure how her stomach would take to cooked food - let alone steak. She'd been living on pigeons for some time. No one missed them. They'd miss a cow.

J: "Ah... Right." He shook his head, he'd never understand the feeding habbits of ferals. "You can get a glass from up there..." He pointed to the cabinet with the cups, wanting to break any habbit or thoughts of drinking from the carton at once.

Tigra: She gave him an awkward smile then went to get one. She lifted one as carefully as she could - worried about dropping it because of the fur on her hands. She put it on the counter then took the cap off the bottle of milk and poured some into the glass just as carefully. Now she just had to remember how to drink out of a glass. She eyed it warily.

J: J watched her struggle with the glass and milk, "You arlight there?" He asked with a smile. He flipped the steak, getting it sears on each side, but not really cooked much at all.

Tigra: "I... er..." she looked up at him, "Haven't... been a while..." she chewed her lip. "No glass in the woods..." She put the milk back in the fridge and closed the door managing to resist the temptation to play with it again.

J: "Well, yes... That's makes sense." He smiled, and went to grab a plate and silver ware. He pulled the steak off and onto the plate and set it on the counter beside her and her milk. "You will get used to things again, your associative memories will kick in and you will be able to remember all kinds of things you didn't even remember you forgot." He said encouragingly.

Tigra: She nodded, "Didn't talk for two years. Remembered that." She picked up the steak and bit into it. "Mmmmmm....." she sat down on the floor, curling round her steak and purring loudly.

J: "Well that is very impressive, and you are doing quite well thus far." He smiled and crouched down next to her, not wanting to sit on the floor, but not wanting to stand with her at his feet either. "So... What made you come to New York from Chicago? Must be quite a story as to how you ended up in the woods..." He asked idly as she ate.

Tigra: She shrugged, "Didn't wanna go to vegas?" She chewed on the steak some more. "Wanted college... gotta have a job." Because my parents won't pay unless I stop being furry.... She glared at the patch of floor in her eyeline.

J: "Ah... Well, you don't have to worry about that now, do you?" He asked with a smile, trying to lighten her suddenly darker mood. He stayed wary though, he'd seen what a disturbed feral could do many times, and they still frightened him to some extent.

Tigra: She looked up at him, "Huh?" Her tail tapped on the floor, "I don't?" She chewed on the last bit of her steak while watching him.

J: "You are a mutant, Tigra, this is a school for mutants. After we get you a meeting with the professors, you will be able to attend school here." He explained to her. "Free of tuition even, it is really quite a deal. Sadly you got here just at the end of the semester, like I said, so there are no classes, or many students even, for the next few months."

Tigra: "Free college?" She blinked at him, "What's the catch?"

J: "No catch. Just have to be a mutant, and willing to at least pretend to go to classes apparently." He smirked, there were some people who rarely saw the inside of a classroom.

Tigra: She frowned, swallowing the last piece. His scent didn't indicate a lie. "Wow..." She reached up for her glass. "They let you do that? Just walk in?"

J: "Pretty much. We find people by happenstance like how we found you, or we find them through other means and offer them the chance." He stood and got the glass down for her, handing it over carefully. "You must have been very hungry... You all but inhailed that steak." He joked.

Tigra: "Gotta eat fast when you live out there... never know what'll try to steal your dinner." She held the glass in both hands and carefully tipped it to sip, concentrating so she didn't spill it. She definately needed to practise this one.

J: "Aww... I can't imagine there being too many predetors out there that can match a feral mutant." He watched her focus on the glass as she took a drink. I hope they don't make me clean up after her... He thought with an amused little laugh.

Tigra: "Doesn't mean they won't try..." She put the empty glass down and was pleased she didn't spill. "Guess I should work on slowing down..."

J: "Well, yes, that couldn't hurt. You don't have to worry about anyone stealing your food here." He thought for a moment, "Well, most of the time..." Visions of Darren coming through the floor and wrecking the concesion table still fresh in his mind.

Tigra: She grinned fangily at him, "Well with other ferals about I should watch my back anyway...." she got to her feet and put the glass on the counter by her unused plate and cutlery. "If I stay here.... maybe should get my clothes cleaned too...." she tugged at her top.

J: J nodded, "Yes... Most likely... Might be able to find something else you might like to wear as well." That top barely covered anything as it was. "But it would be good to at least be wary with the other ferals... They can be territorial, or so I'm told..." He said helpfully.

Tigra: She nodded, "Yep." She sure was. "I like my clothes." She patted what was left of her tank top and hotpants. They'd been through a lot together. "Wearing much more than this isn't comfy...."

J: "Aw... Well, maybe we can find you a new top and shorts at least that are a little less worn? Can keep those certainly, but a change of clothes would be good, maybe?" He didn't want to anger or upset her, but new clothes were definately in order.

Tigra: "Maybe..." She chewed her lip, "But not now..." She went to lick her fingers clean then remembered that was generally frowned upon so she moved over to the sink, turning the tap carefully this time.

J: He nodded, "Alright." and smiled, "Well, took care of hunger and thirst, anything else you'd like to do or see before we find you a room for the night?"

Tigra: "A room?" She hadn't even thought of that, "I get one?" She turned the tap off and looked for a towel.

J: He pointed to the hand towel hanging from the oven door. "Uh huh, everyone gets a room, and a roommate. Though, during the summer time, most people leave, like I said, so you might get to end up with your own room for a little while."

Tigra: "Oh..." She picked up the towel and carefully wiped her hands dry. "Haven't slept inside for a long time... bit strange...." She gave him a nervous smile.

J: "A nice soft bed should be a pleasant switch then." He smiled back, "Well... Would you like a room? Or would you like to wander around a bit more?"

Tigra: "Er... I... um...." She chewed her lip, her tail lashing from side to side. "Don't know..." She never had this much choice.

J: "Can go kill time in the rec room... Watch TV or movies, or can go..." Library? No. Swimming pool? No. "Well, I can't think of much else that'd be fun at the moment..." He shrugged.

Tigra: "TV?" she hadn't seen a tv in a while, "Um... okay... Hmm.... maybe have some catching up to do....." she pulled her hair over her shoulder and let it run through her hands a few times, trying to calm herself down. It was only a house. She'd lived in one for eighteen years of her life. It was no big deal.

J: "Alright, sounds like a plan. Just follow me and we'll go see what's on." He smiled and lead her out of the kitchen and down the hall to the rec room.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Wed May 05, 2010 12:19 am

Cessily: Cessily lazily kicked her legs while she sat on top of the kitchen counter, quite happy with her slice of watermelon. "Summer is good," she concluded, a few drops of melon juice running down her chin and neck. "It's been cold way too long."

Christopher: Chris kissed her neck where some of the melon juice slid down. "Mmm melony." He laughed a little and then hopped off the counter. "Yeah I love the heat. Means I can get outside and excercise now instead of stayin in that stuffy ass gym. I love it!"

Tigra: Tigra yawned and stretched as she awoke, then snuggled back into the matress beneath her. Wait. Matress? Her eyes flew open. Where the hell am I?! She panicked. Throwing herself at the door, she fell out into the hall way. Crashing into the wall, her claws scraping on the floor, she bolted for the end of the corridor in search of the stairs which she promptly hurled herself down. Another crash annouced her arrival in the hall at the bottom.

Cessily: Cessily giggled when she felt Chris' tongue on her neck. "Oh yes, and I can finally wear my sexy summer clothes without looking out of place," she tossed in. "And go for picnics in the park to ogle at other girls doing the same." She quickly looked up when she heard a distant rumbling somewhere down the hallway.

Christopher: "Woah what the hell was that? Huh wait you like girls too?" Chris got all sorts of images from that but then remembered the sound. "Uhmm maybe we should go check that out."

Tigra: She looked up and down the hallway, tail swishing madly, which way?! The sensible part of her brain was trying to prompt her into sniffing the air and finding a useful scent but the feral was terrified. She picked a direction and ran full tilt down it on all fours.

Cessily: "Maybe it's someone needing help with moving out for the summer," Cessily suggested, putting down her glass of juice and the half-eaten watermelon. She hopped down from the counter and headed for the kitchen door. "Let's see if we can help with hauling stuff." She laughed, looking back over her shoulder. "And of course I do. Did I never tell you?"

Christopher: "N-nope." He walked towards the door and opened it for her. "Maybe we'll have to figure out a way for you to prove that for me." He gave her a coy wink.

Tigra: There was movement into the corridor up ahead of her and it only served to frighten her more. She tried to turn around, her claws scraped on the floor and the walls but she was moving very fast. She yowled as she collided with them.

Christopher: Chris took in the force of the collision and caught the girl in his arms. "Woah woah woah what's going on are you okay?"

Cessily: Cessily blinked in surprise when Chris was basically tackled by a speeding shape of orange and black, taking an automatic step back towards the wall. "Oh my..." she said, staring wide-eyed. That undoubtedly had to be the new mutant J and Neena had talked about. Right - orange fur, tiger stripes, tail, cat ears, and next to no clothing. Definitely had to be her.

Tigra: Tigra hissed and yowled, thrashing around and clawing at any part of him she could reach. Letgo! How was he stronger than her?!

Cessily: ...and she was thrashing around and slashing at Chris. "Hey, careful there!" Cessily tried to get a hold of the feline girl's shouldes to pull her away from the boy.

Christopher: "Ow Fuck damn stop it! I'm not trying to hurt you I'm trying to help you." His arms started to itch and tingle as the cuts she was making began to heal. He let go of her and moved away rubbing his arms gently.

Tigra: Free! She leapt away from him and turned to face them both, claws extended and her posture extrememly defensive. She crouched low on the floor, her tail swishing behind her, watching them both for any sudden movements.

Cessily: "Easy now..." Cessily held up her arms, slowly stepping closer to the girl so she'd shield Chris with her body. "We mean no harm, remember? Friends found you and brought you back with them yesterday."

Tigra: She hissed at the girl when she stepped closer then sniffed at her to see if she could work out what her intentions were. Nothing. Her tail slowed a little and it's movement became less pronounced. She did remember something. Steak. But hadn't that been a dream? She backed up a little more to a safer distance.

Christopher: Chris got up slowly. "We won't hurt you I promise. Scouts honor." He slowly made the scout sign not wanting to scare her. "We're the good guys I promise. Why don't we uhmm get some breakfast for you and talk. Like without the claws?" He rubbed his arms, they were still tingling.

Cessily: Cessily immediately stopped when she noticed that the girl seemed to tense up at her approach, also lowering her arms to appear less threatening. "Yes, you're out guest, after all," she said, putting on a friendly smile.

Tigra: Her tail tapped on the floor as she considered. Maybe it hadn't been a dream? She tried to remember the name of the boy from her memory but all she could come up with was the scent. But she could work with that. She sniffed at the floor in search of it. And she found it. She took a hesitant step towards them.

Christopher: Chris did the same as Cessily trying not to be threatening. "Breakfast? I can cook a mean scrambled eggs." He stood still as possible as she came closer.

Cessily: Cessily tried to not stare too much - an endeavor not made any easier by the barely existent clothing the new girl wore - and took a step to the side so the feral mutant wouldn't feel cornered. "What's your name," she asked, still smiling. "Mine is Cessily. Or Cess. Whatever you like."

Tigra: She sniffed at the other one, working out his intentions. She moved a little closer to the wall, watching them both intently while she tried to form the word. "Tigra..." She managed after a few false starts.

Christopher: "I'm Chris." He slowly extended his hand, offering it for a handshake. "I swear I won't try to hurt you."

Cessily: "Nice to meet you, Tigra," Cessily said, giving a small nod. "The name suits you."

Tigra: Tigra looked at the hand then gave it a more detailed sniff. She backed away again when she was done, slowly standing up.

Christopher: Chris pulled his hand back slowly and gave her a smile. "So how bout some eggs?"

Cessily: "Or... anything you like, really," Cessily tossed in, nodding more eagerly this time. "You could have a seat and something to drink, maybe."

Tigra: She nodded and tucked her hair behind her ears, running her fingers through it til it lay flat. "Sounds... nice..." She forced out.

Cessily: "Sweet," Cessily exclaimed, stepping over to the kitchen door and holding it open for Tigra. She tried to not make any fast or sudden movements, knowing from experience how easily startled feral mutants could be. "Would you like to take a look into our fridge?"

Tigra: She stepped into the kitchen, the familiar sight of it reassuring her that it hadn't been a dream. "Um... 'kay...." She skirted the island and stopped at the fridge, pulling it open and blinking at the light again. She poked it then looked at what was on offer.

Christopher: Chris followed them in slowly. He couldn't help but notice how the new girl looked. "Plenty of stuff in there. Take what you like." He sidled up next to Cessily slowly.

Cessily: Cessily watched Tigra with a smile on her lips, while she resumed her place on the kitchen counter. "Tell us if you've found something you like."

Tigra: She found some more steak and pulled the packet out, poking at the plastic on it. She got a claw through it and sliced it open.

Cessily: Cessily raised an eyebrow when the new girl already started to unpack the meat she found. "Uhm, you want us to fry it for you? Only takes a few minutes in a pan."

Christopher: "Hmm does that apply to me too? Cuz I've already seen something I like." He was looking up at Cessily sitting on the counter and a smirk apeared on his face.

Cessily: Cessily chuckled and gave Chris a smirk. "Are you talking about me or about her," she asked.

Tigra: Tigra shook her head in response to Cessily's question and pulled the meat out. She settled on the floor, fridge door still wide open, and started to eat it.

Christopher: "I think you're all I can handle right now." He looked down at Tigra eating the steak. "Uhmm want a napkin?"

Cessily: "Yeah, I should have seen that coming," Cessily commented, chuckling at Tigra and her eating habbits. "Not that I'd be trying to tell you what to do, but maybe you'd be more comfortable at the table. And with a plate, maybe."

Tigra: The steak was cold having come out of the fridge but it was still tastey. She shook her head at Cess again, the steak disappearing fast. Sure, if she stayed she'd have to sit at the table sooner or later. But for now, instinct remained strong and it was easier to defend your food if you were crouched around it.

Christopher: "Uhmm looks like she's enjoying herself. Anything you want Cess?" He looked back up at here and then hopped up onto the counter next to her.

Cessily: "Well, watching her like that, I could do with a piece of meat to chew on, as well," Cessily replied, making no effort to hide the innuendo. "Would you like anything else," she asked Tigra, smiling over at her.

Tigra: She shook her head again, finishing off the steak and getting to her feet again, looking for somewhere to put the empty packet. The fridge was still open behind her, she frowned a little at the cool sensation until she realised what it was and closed the door.

Christopher: "Oh I think I can help you with that Cess but I don't know if our guest would apreciate us doing it right here, maybe pop by my room a little later?" He gave her a grin knowing he could bribe Alex into leaving for a little while.

Cessily: Cessily chuckled at Chris and tousled his hair. "I'll have to finish my watermelon first anyway," she said. "But that sounds like a plan." She turned back to their fuzzy newcomer. "So, how was your first night at this lovely place? Did you sleep well?"

Tigra: She nodded, putting the packet on the counter because she didn't know where else to put it. "Squishy..." she replied. It had been nice waking up there too until she'd freaked out.

Christopher: "I'm sure no one would mind you staying for a little while. Especially not the guys. You want a drink maybe?" He reached into a cabinet behind him and grabbed a glass and got her some water.

Tigra: She eyed the glass. Her nemesis. "Free college..." she said in reply to Chris. That much she was remembering now. She really wished she'd heard of this place two years ago. She picked up the glass, again with two hands and concentrated to try and drink from it.

Cessily: "That's right," Cessily said, nodding at Tigra. "You can stay for as long as you like. I'm sure you'll love it here. It's better than living in the woods, anyway. I'm sure we can see to getting you a room for the next night. Complete with its own bathroom."

Tigra: She wrinkled her nose at the taste of the water. It was a lot different to river water. She put the glass down. "Th-thank you..."

Cessily: "You're welcome," Cessily told the furred girl, wearing a grin on her lips. "Hey, maybe we should show her around the mansion," she said to Chris. "So she won't be scared again next morning."

Christopher: "Sure I'm down for following two hotties around. Lemme grab a drink and I'll be good to go." He walked over to the fridge and opened it up getting out a coke. "I'm getting addicted to these things I swear."

Tigra: Tigra frowned in concentration as she worked on a sentence, "I was shown yesterday... just forgot... outside for two years...."

Cessily: "Oh, sweet!" Cessily grinned at Tigra. "Have you seen the patio and the garden in the back? If you're not feeling too comfortable inside, you can always relax out there. It's lovely this time of the year."

Christopher: "That it is. And the fresh air would be pretty nice." He popped the tab of the drink and took a big sip.

Tigra: "I like outside...." she smiled, trying the water again. More concentration so she didn't spill or drop the glass which she held between her hands.

Cessily: "Thought so," Cessily exclaimed, beaming at the feline girl. It was good to see that she seemed to already feel more at ease. "Come, we'll show you." She hopped off the counter and headed towards the door leading to the rec room.

Tigra: She gave the silver girl with no scent an awkward smile back and put the glass down again, nodding at the invitation and following her.

Christopher: Chris followed along slowly his drink in hand. This gave him a little more time to examine the backsides of them both, he liked what he saw. "So what do you like other than outside and steak?"

Tigra: "I have to like something else?" Her tail swung from side to side as she sniffed at everything she passed.

Cessily: "Well, you don't have to," Cessily remarked, chuckling. "But personally, I like many things. Mainly because there are so many things to like. You'll definitely have to try sausage some day. And bacon. Oh, and we have delicious fish, too."

Christopher: "Just not my fish please! I like them better in one piece and not fried." He cringed a little hoping she didn't have a big taste for fish.

Tigra: "I like fish... but I won't eat pet fish..." She grinned. "And when you've been surviving on pigeon for two years... anything's good...." she added.

Cessily: Cessily laughed. "I imagine that will put many people here at ease," she said, relieved to hear that pets seemed to be safe for now.

Christopher: "My fish thank you. I don't think their breathern will but I do." He smiled and eyed up Cessily's backside again.

Tigra: "Well if I pledged not to eat a single fish I think that would cut down my diet a lot...." She took a deep breath of the fresh air when they stepped onto the patio. She was remembering how she used to talk to people now. Conversation was good.

Cessily: Cessily looked over her shoulder and smirked, signaling that she was well aware of the kind of looks he was giving her. "That's why we always have a well stocked freezer and patio," she said, following Tigra out to the patio. "And? Think you could tolerate being here?"

Tigra: She nodded, "Maybe..." she hopped up onto the rail and peered over it at the lawn, her tail counter-balancing her. "Seems too good to be true..."

Christopher: "Yeah I thought that too when I first got here. But so far it's been pretty amazing." He noticed Cess' smirk and hoped the new girl hadn't noticed his wandering eyes.

Cessily: Cessily felt tempted to reach out and pet the feline girl - much as she did when Hepz was around and swishing her tail. "That's what most new students say when they first come here," she replied, giving a chuckle. "But believe it or not, there actually are some nice people left in the world who like to help each other."

Tigra: "That's nice to know... since highschool, the only people I've met have been mean..." She sighed then lifted her head to look at them again instead of the lawn, "You're really shiny..." she told Cess, "And you have no smell..."

Cessily: "Heh, that's true. It's because I'm made of metal," Cessily explained, giving the other girl a smile. "Same of us mutants look like big house-cats, others have wings like a bird, and I'm a walking, talking piece of cutlery." She laughed. "But I'm definitely not mean, if you're worrying about that."

Christopher: "She's also pretty flexible. Oh and I'm basically a human jackhammer. But I'm a nice guy I promise." He scratched at his arms cuz they were still tingling.

Tigra: She couldn't help herself poking the other girl. Made of metal? Weird.... "Wow...." She looked at Chris, noticing him scratching, "Um.... I'm sorry I clawed you up before.... Was a bit frightened...."

Christopher: "It's okay." He held up his arms for her to see. "It's fine Tigra I heal very fast. It's just a bit itchy. Plus the surge of energy from when you hit me felt pretty good."

Cessily: "Should you feel the need to scratch or chew someone again, however, feel free to pounce on me instead," Cessily offered with a goofy grin. "I'm pretty scratch and bite resistant and less squishy than most people here."

Tigra: "I'll... I'll bear that in mind..." she smiled back, "But I shouldn't do that too much... I was just surprised to wake up inside... I guess I'll get used to it..."

Christopher: "Yeah I bout fell fell into my fish tank when I woke up my first night." He rubbed his neck. "That kinda hurt throwing myself away from it."

Cessily: Cessily smiled and hopped up to sit on the railing. Tigra seemed to be much more at ease already. "Oh yes, you will. The place can be very strange and overwhelming at first, but I'm sure you'll come to like it here."

Tigra: "It's overwhelming on so many levels..." She chewed her lip, "Living outside for two years... not a lot of people.... Now there's loads of people, loads of smells to get used to... it's... well it's kinda scary..." She shrugged, "Maybe I'll camp out for a while...."

Cessily: "I'm sure no one here would mind if you did that," Cessily told her, chuckling. "Hey, I like camping myself. Just remember that you can always come inside when you need something."

Christopher: "Same here. I'm an Eagle Scout, if I didn't like camping I'd be one weird ass boy scout." He sat on the ground looking up at the two of them.

Tigra: "Um... are you offering to sleep in the woods with me?" She blinked in surprise.

Cessily: Cessily arched her eyebrows and looked dumbfounded for a moment. "Uhm, I did?" She ran a hand through her hair and smiled sheepishly at Tigra. Well, that had been a misunderstanding. "I mean, not saying that I wouldn't. Camping is fun, as I've said. And I planned to spend time in the outdoors during summer anyway."

Christopher: "If you want sure." He gave her a wink being oddly bold. "I plan on going scuba diving on mine. If muh dad grows up and stops hating me cuz I'm a mutant."

Tigra: She smiled, "Well... I've been fine on my own for the last two years..." she gave a small shrug, frowning a little at the mention of parents. "Good luck there..." She told him.

Christopher: "Thanks. And I didn't say you couldn't survive, just a little company is always a nice thing." He smiled still looking up at them.

Cessily: "That's true," Cessily agreed. "Besides, you'll always find company just though that door." She pointed at the rec room beyond the patio door. "Usually there are always some people hanging out in there."

Tigra: "I guess..." she peered down at the lawn again, "We'll see how I do about easing myself into human company again on my own... Kinda glad it's summer break. Less people is probably good...."

Christopher: "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'll be here but I'd be glad to help you acclimate." He gave her a big smile. "Like if you ever wanna find me check the science section of the library I'm almost always in there trying to figure things out."

Cessily: "And while I'm still here, you'll most likely find me in the pool, the art room, and when I'm not there, I'm stalking around the countryside looking for pretty pictures to take," Cessily added.

Tigra: "Science section?" Her ears twitched towards him, "How big is it?"

Christopher: "Big enough to keep a nerd like me busy for months. I love biology and ecology." He smiled, "you like science?"

Tigra: "I love it! It was my favourite subject at school!" Her tail started swishing again, "I wanted to study at college and maybe go for a research career but....." All of a sudden her mood dipped again, "My parents didn't think I had the right 'looks' for a research career... or college."

Cessily: That girl seemed to be full of surprises, Cessily thought. She certainly hadn't expected that. "Wow, that's sad..." she said. "My parents weren't too fond of my looks either. But they came to terms with it." She smiled. "And no one will care about the way you look around here. So you ended up in the right place, I'd say."

Christopher: "In the name of science I don't think looks really matter. I mean look at me, I might not have an outward mutation, but I don't look like the science type and I just LOVE the stuff."

Tigra: "Yeah... but I think they were just being jerks about it... because they weren't happy about this...." she gestured at herself, "So.... I left. Came here looking for a job but it seems a lot of people are jerks about obvious mutants, even in a city this big so... that put an end to that."

Christopher: "Yeah like I said, I'm not an obvious mutant but I know the parent thing atleast from one of my parents. I just told my dad and he basically disowned me. Which means my brother has until I can get him back on my side again." He sighed his mood changing from happy to sad.

Cessily: "Not only jerks, but obviously idiots," Cessily remarked, crossing her arms. "You'd think they'd jump at the chance to hire a sexy catgirl. Especially at places that cater to geeks. You'd have to line the floor with a plastic sheet to deal with all the nosebleeds."

Tigra: Tigra grinned, "Yeah... but then I'd get drool in my fur and that's just gross..." She tapped her tail against the rail, "Plus, even geeks can be grabby and I don't want a career where I'll be groped - if I wanted that I'd have gone to vegas or LA...."

Christopher: "Yeah if you didn't make them pass out first. I don't think them mega nerds could take your hotness in one sitting." He laughed a little.

Cessily: Cessily laughed. "Oh well, you might be right about that," she agreed. "I guess I have it easier in that regard. Drool is that much easier to simply wash off when you have metal skin and no fur."

Tigra: "And when you don't mind water." She added with a smile, "I try not to get wet if I can help it - gets really cold then. Of course, in the summer time it's not such a big deal... the occasional dip can be nice and refreshing."

Christopher: "Oh I love being wet. I'm like a fish outa water. I can't wait to get back underwater with my air tank and check out some coral." His smile came back, but then again who couldn't be happy with two hotties near them.

Cessily: "Oh, maybe Hepz can give you a few tips regarding this," Cessily remarked, nodding eagerly. "I mean, she also has fur and probably has faced the same challenges. Perhaps she has figured out some ways how to deal with wetness by now."

Tigra: "Well usually the best way is to dry yourself with a towel.... but you may have noticed they're in short supply in the woods..." She hopped off the rail and stretched, "And, as I said, it's not so bad in the summer. Winter's hard..."

Cessily: "Or maybe a blow drier," Cessily suggested, holding up a finger as she flashed a grin. "After all, what works for a head full of hair also has to work for a full body covered with it."

Tigra: "There's even less of those than there are of towels... and I've yet to find a power outlet on a tree..." She grinned back.

Christopher: "Well we have plenty of both here. So feel free to use them all you like." He laid back against the cold ground. "Ahh cold cement feels good."

Tigra: Tigra watched him for a moment, raising a russet eyebrow, "I'm sure it does...." She smirked playfully, "But I wouldn't stay down there too long, someone might step on you...."

Cessily: "Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine," Cessily remarked, smiling down at Chris. "Though, personally, I prefer a picnic in the grass, as well."

Christopher: "That sounds like fun." He smiled up and then and then rolled forward and hopped up so that he was crouching. "Lets do it."

Tigra: "That sounds fun... but can we find somewhere near shade? Overheating's a real problem when you have this much fur..."

Cessily: Cessily laughed. "Oh my, I bet it is. But no worries, there are plenty of big trees around the mansion that should give enough of shade." She hopped off the railing. "So, how about we raid the fridge for picnic supplies?"

Tigra: "Only meat for me... and water... Not sure I should risk much else..." She hadn't eaten anything but meat for two years so expecting her stomach to willingly digest something else was probably a little optimistic. "Doesn't have to be cooked...."

Christopher: "Hmm I'm fine with whatever. I can help cook too. I've gotten pretty good at cooking." He jumped up to his feet.

Cessily: "Well, that shouldn't take long to get together," Cessily remarked and clapped her hands, before turning to head back inside. "So far we have meat, water, and whatever. I think I'll go with some more watermelon."

Tigra: "Okay then.... I guess that means some foraging is called for." She smiled and headed for the door again.

Christopher: "Watermelon sounds good, and maybe some lemonade." He followed them both back inside. Hmm another good look.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Wed May 05, 2010 11:46 pm

Kyle: Kyle was wearing an old black metallica t-shirt, one that he hadn't worn in a while. He sniffed the air in the hallway. Rubbed his nose and sniffed again. It was the new student's scent. He walked down the hallway, sniffing and following his nose until he stopped at a door.

Tigra: Tigra rolled onto her back and stretched blinking sleepily from deep in her nest. She yawned then lifted her head, frowning a little. She sniffed the air then turned quickly to face the door, rolling to her feet crouching and listening intently.

Kyle: Kyle stood at the door for a small while until he picked up the tiny change of the scent in the air. Usually one would knock to announce you're there, or that's what he was taught by everyone yelling at him to get out, but for that moment, he knew she knew he was there. No need to do the whole knocking thing. He grabbed the doorhandle and opened. "Hello."

Tigra: Her ears went back and she hissed at him, scurrying back towards the window, her posture defensive. Her tail tapped against the wall as her human rationality tried to reassert itself. Safe here.

Kyle: Kyle cocked his head, looking at her. He took step into the room, nothing more, and then stood there for a couple seconds before he squatted down, putting his arms on his knees and his chin on his arms. Was more of a waiting game until she got used to him there.

Tigra: Tigra sniffed at the intruder from her position beneath the window, her ears flicking forward. After a few moments she took a tentative step towards him. Gonna have to get used to this. Can't freak out every time you meet a new person... She made herself take another step.

Kyle: Kyle just stared at her with his head leaning to the side on his forearms. He shifted a little and his clawed hand came up to scratch at his bald head. From time to time he would get a little shiver. The fact that being furless and having not a single hair on his body made him a little more aware of the temperature than he had before.

Tigra: She could tell from the scent and certain physical aspects that he was a feral mutant like her, but where was his fur? She took another step, stopping a couple of feet from him. "Er.... Hi..." she finally managed.

Kyle: Kyle lifted his head a bit. "Hello. My name's Kyle." he said, his hand raising a bit from his head to give a small wave. "What's your name?" he asked.

Tigra: "Um....Tigra....." she replied. She wondered how long she could go before someone demanded to know her real name. But so far so good. "Er... are you.... you're in charge right?" She hoped he realised she didn't mean of the staff. There weren't that many feral scents around and he'd sought her out. Made sense he was the boss man.

Kyle: "Umm, no. Hope not. Not that good with the thinking stuff. Professor Xavier is. He's the old bald guy that knows stuff. Um...the other bald guy." Kyle said, realising the school now consisted of two bald guys. He blinked as his eyes darted around the messy room. It reminded of his own room a little bit. "You from woods?"

Tigra: She nodded, "I, er..... I didn't mean the staff...." she replied, "I mean... um..." She wrinkled her nose a little, "Alpha?"

Kyle: For some strange reason smugness overwhelmed Kyle when she said that. The hairless tail behind him that was still for the longest time started wagging a little bit. He smiled and nodded.

Tigra: "Okay..." She watched him a little more carefully, "Thought I should make sure...." her leg twitched so she turned and scratched, smoothing down her fur. Bed hair. All over. Nice impression.

Kyle: "Don't worry. I'm, err..." now what was the saying again? "I'm easy going." he said. "So, um...you are from the woods, right?" he asked again, just to make sure. "I'm from the woods. If you want, you can go outside. Lots of woods in the back." he said, pointing in the general direction he was pretty sure was the woods.

Tigra: "Yeah... lived out there for two years...." She glanced at the window again, "Pigeons..." she added, "I like steak better." Her tail flicked lazily from side to side, now that she was a little more relaxed. "How long for you?"

Kyle: "Err, I'm not sure. People told me it was around, umm, ten years I think." Kyle shrugged. "I like steak. They got rabbit here. Lots. Soft. And deer."

Tigra: "Yeah... rabbits are harder to catch... deer are too big for me..." She continued her grooming, "Pigeons were easier..." She wondered if she should go and dig out her burried bag of things and purchase some clothing that wasn't falling apart. But hey, who was gonna make her? She watched Kyle out of the corner of her eye.

Kyle: Kyle grinned a little, "Not that hard." he rubbed a thumb at the side of his chin. "If you want to try deer, I don't mind sharing. Too big for just me as well."

Tigra: She lifted her head to look at him, "Really?" Her tail betrayed her excitement. No sense trying to play it cool, "That would be really nice... sure it's better than pigeon." She grinned.

Kyle: Kyle nodded, "It is. Um, still not as soft as rabbit. But difference is nice sometimes." he added, and then shifted, hand coming around to pull on the shirt at the back.

Tigra: "Well maybe you can teach me your rabbit catching technique too? Then I can compare... I tried but they turn too well and run under trees..." she rubbed her head at the memory. "Hurts."

Kyle: His tongue instinctively ran across his teeth, thinking back to the tooth he once lost because of running into a tee when a rabbit ducked away. "Yeah, it does. But it doesn't happen a lot. Just gotta, um, well...I think it's something you have to watch. I'll show you how to catch them when you want me to." He said.

Tigra: "Thanks!" She grinned again, "Wow I'm lucky I met such a nice alpha... I was worried...." She chewed her lip, "Been by myself a long time..."

Kyle: Kyle cocked his head, "You met other alphas? So far, only ones I knew was kind of friendly. Umm, unless you actually pick a fight. Then they're not. But afterwards they're friendly again."

Tigra: "Met one on the way here...." She scowled, "Thought it was okay to demand... things..." She hugged herself, her tail curling around her. "Showed him."

Kyle: Kyle's eyes squinted and he had a growl stuck in his throat. "Good. Shouldn't take what isn't yours." Kyle said, then realized, "You fight too?"

Tigra: She nodded, "Got to. How else do you stay alive?" She relaxed a little again, because it was clear this one wouldn't be like the last one. "People don't like mutants much..."

Kyle: "Nu-huh. Um, well, not everyone. Some don't mind us. But I like scaring the ones that are mean. Hey, when you want, we can spar. Fighting I mean. There's a gym, and a weird room, called the danger room. That's where the others usually spar. I like the outside more."

Tigra: "Outside is nice." She nodded in agreement, "Inside means walls and probability of breaking things." She hopped up onto the bed and pawed at the edges of her nest. "Think sparring would be nice."

Kyle: Kyle nodded, holding his smile. "So, you okay here? Need anything? Umm, do you know where everything is? I mean like, err, kitchen and stuff?" he asked.

Tigra: "Yeah, kitchen's easy - follow my nose." She 'tidied' her nest a little (pulled the edges further in), "Keep forgetting I'm inside though... think I maybe should sleep outside a bit til I get used to people.... clawed someone up the other day...." her ears dropped in her shame.

Kyle: "I once clawed a friend's throat out." Kyle said, then quickly added, "Not on purpose. I wasn't thinking right. He's okay now. He heals. Like me."

Tigra: "Lucky... I clawed a healer too...." she sat down in the middle of her nest when the maintainence was done, "Metal one said I should claw her next time.... Forgot the name..." It was harder when she couldn't attach a scent.

Kyle: "That's Cessily!" Kyle said excitedly when he realized who she was talking about. The other healer he wasn't so sure about. There were so many at the school that he pretty much thought it must be a given to have healing powers when one's a mutant. "Yeah, Cess doesn't mind that much."

Tigra: "That's the one!" She grinned, "Not that good at names anymore... smells I can manage but she doesn't have one..." She frowned, "Hope she doesn't creep up on people for fun..."

Kyle: "She hasn't with me yet. Um, don't worry, she sometimes wears a flowery perfume, so if you smell flowery perfume, and nothing else, probably her."

Tigra: "Oh! That's useful, thanks!" She smiled, at least she didn't have to worry about being startled - that never ended well. "So... um..." She chewed her lip, "You... have no fur?" She frowned a little, "Er... sorry... that's just... um... never seen...." She knew she was blushing under her own fur.

Kyle: "I used to. It fell out. Don't even got on my tail," he said, twisting where he was to show a scandalously naked tail. "Umm, actually, I just had hair long ago, and then the fur thing came a few years ago. And now no fur, because of the stuff I had to take for this bad virus thing. Doctor says it's umm...temporary."

Tigra: "Bad Virus thing?" She looked at the tail, "Must be cold..." She pulled a blanket out of her nest and offered it, "What colour is it normally?"

Kyle: "Yellow...but I think people call it dirty blonde." Kyle said, crawling forward and taking the blanket, wrapping it around his waist as he sat down on the floor. "Thanks."

Tigra: "You're welcome... bet it looks nice when you're all fuzzy..." She smiled, "Don't know what I'd do if my fur went away. I like it a lot - stripes are good for hiding."

Kyle: "And for staying warm on cold days. Fur I mean, not the stripes. I was once a light blue. Was for a dress up party. Knew a guy who had a mane. When he was asleep, I put err, umm, food colorants, yeah, on his mane. He was colorful for a couple weeks."

Tigra: She grinned, "Wow, sounds fun... not sure you can get much brighter than orange though so no dying for me...." She watched the end of her tail, "Like this colour best." She pointed at her russet hair, "Like the trees in the fall. Pretty."

Kyle: Kyle fished his own tail out from under the blanket, holding up the end to see it twitching a little bit. He let go of it. "So you okay in here?" he asked.

Tigra: "Mostly..." she looked out of the window again, "Taking some getting used to.... they said I'd have to share a room if I stayed here?"

Kyle: "Yeah, can't have a room on your own. Not enough rooms for everyone, I think. But if you don't like it, can always sneak around and sleep at other places. Woods are nice in the summer."

Tigra: She nodded, "Yeah... better than in winter..." Snow was awfully cold. "Well... I'll see... maybe I'll be okay... got some time to settle in." She smiled, "And there's steak."

Kyle: "Lots of steak," Kyle nodded. He pushed himself up, catching the blanket before it slid off him, and then handed it back to Tigra. "So nothing else you need?" he asked one last time.

Tigra: Her tail tapped while she thought about it. She shook her head slowly, "Um... don't think so... not right now anyway.... if I think of something... I'll find you... is that okay?"

Kyle: "Uh-huh, yup." Kyle nodded, then turned and walked out. He twisted around and smiled and waved "Nice meeting you." he said, before he pulled the door closed.

Tigra: "Bye..." She waved back. When the door closed she curled up and closed her eyes. Well that wasn't so bad....

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sun May 09, 2010 12:26 am

Christopher: Chris pulled another book down from his little fort and started drawing a diagram of a human's blood pulse then moved onto a cows and then finally a fishes. As he sat there he made notes on how they were similar and how they were different. Then he replaced the books and gabbed a few more surging through chemical compounds and writting more notes in a different notebook

Tigra: Tigra skirted the halls of the mansion, her ears hurt. The noise earlier in the day had broken several windows too but she wasn't worried about them. She needed her ears. She followed her nose instead, checking out interesting smells. She opened a door at the end of one of the trails and blinked. "Wow." Nice library.

Christopher: Chris didn't notice her enter the library his headphones were up too loud and the book fort was piled too high to notice anyone enter. He scribbled through a few problems and then put the books away going for a few of the medical text books and started writing down a few different life or death procedures and how to do them exactly; Field Tracheotomy, CPR, stopping severe blood loss, clearing airways etc.

Tigra: She caught a scent and turned her head, spying a lot of books piled on a table. She walked round it to see who it was then stepped over to tap Chris on the shoulder because she could see he was listening to music.

Christopher: Chris about jumped through the roof cuz Tigra caught him completely offgaurd. "Woah! Don't sneak up on me like that." He pulled the headphones out of his ears and turned his iTouch off. "So other than scarring the piss outa me what are you up to today?"

Tigra: "It's kinda hard not to sneak up on you when you lurk behind a pile of books and have your music that loud...." Tigra defended herself, she picked up a book, "Got bored... thought I'd take a look around...." She rubbed at an ear distractedly.

Christopher: "Oh cool. Yeah this is my little hide away. When I get bored or something's bothering me I come in here or the gym and just let everything else disappear." He smiled putting a marker in one of the books and closing it. He figured it'd be rude to keep working with a guest in the midsts. "So how have you been sleeping? Any more waking up and not knowing where you are moments?"

Tigra: "Um... a couple but.... not so bad..." she put the book down, "Met another feral..."

Christopher: "Oh which one? Hepzibah or Kyle?" He turned his full attention to her.

Tigra: "Kyle... Don't know a Hepzibah... couple of people mentioned her now though..." She looked around the room, tail swishing in her interest. So many books!

Christopher: "Yeah she's a feral kinda like you. More like you than Kyle. She's pretty cool. Her and me get along really well. Now her boyfriend and me, we have issues. He seems to think it's cool to pick on the new guys." He sighed and then offered her a book. "That one's a pretty good read. It's about the ocean ecology and biology. It actually reads pretty smoothly."

Tigra: She looked at it, "Probably as close to ocean ecology as I'll get... unless I'm digging around in the frozen fish section of a store..." She grinned, "More like me because she's female or feline?" She raised a russet eyebrow, "Probably gonna be more awkward meeting her than Kyle."

Christopher: "Feline. And if you want to get a close up look on ocean ecology you could go on vacation with me. I'm going to Australia to go scuba diving. My mom told me to invite anyone I like." He gave her a soft smile. "Yeah first time I met Kyle was a little weird too. But I got used to him."

Tigra: "I can't... no passport." She put the book down, "And your meeting Kyle isn't anywhere near the same as me meeting him... or Hepzibah for that matter... where is she anyway? I guess I should keep my eyes open for her....."

Christopher: "I can help you get one. It's not hard and it only takes like a week for it to come back. Oh the whole feral thing, sorry don't know how that stuff works. Uhmm actually you know what I don't know where she is. She might have left for Kansas I think I don't know." He leaned back in his chair a little getting more comfortable.

Tigra: She shook her head, "No... I don't think it's a good idea...." she chewed her lip, "Too much at once... gotta settle in..." she crossed her arms over her stomach, "And the whole feral thing makes it complicated.... major territory issues...."

Christopher: "It's okay, just figured I'd offer." He gave her another soft smile. "Ahh yeah I wouldn't know how that works very well. I mean I know from what I've read but I don't know first hand like you."

Tigra: She gave a shrug, "Well.... Kyle seems nice... so that's half the battle...." she frowned, "Guess it just depends on how good me and the other one are at keeping the instincts at bay... I'm not so good..."

Christopher: "Oh that uhmm sucks. I have issues controlling my powers sometimes but that's only dangerous if you're a chair or a table usually." He laughed a little trying to lighten up the conversation.

Tigra: "I've been living on instinct for two years... it's how you stay alive out there..." she pointed in the general direction of the woods, "Dangerous to let your guard down..." she sighed, "But it makes the instincts very hard to turn off...."

Christopher: "Yeah I know the living in the wild stuff. I'm a boy scout. I might be a rich one but that doesn't mean I can't survive without the money. I'm sorry if you're havin troubles here. I'm sure there's a teacher or someone that's still here that you can talk to about it." He fidgeted uncomfortably.

Tigra: She shook her head, "This is something that can only be sorted out between us... it's a pack instinct thing... or in my case, pride instinct..." she shrugged, "It'll work out... Kyle seemed surprised that I'm a fighter so maybe that means this Hepzibah isn't... that'll help."

Christopher: "I don't think she is. As far as I can tell she's kinda a motherly person. Really helpfull if you got problems really nice." He yawned slightly. "Man I didn't sleep well last night."

Tigra: She grinned, displaying all her fangs, "Oh good. Easy." She was feeling a lot less apprehensive about exploring the place now. "I can sleep anywhere, advantage of being a giant cat."

Christopher: "Eh I've just got shit on my mind. It'll pass." He smiled and stood up cracking his back as he stretched. "So what are your plans for this fine day?"

Tigra: "Thought I'd take a look around... maybe nap... eat something... nap some more.... maybe figure out how the tv works..." She shrugged, "I'm easy...."

Christopher: "Sounds like a nice day." He laughed a little. "I have no idea what I'm gonna do with the rest of my day. Maybe I'll watch some avatar."

Tigra: "Um... what?" She frowned, "What's that?" Yeah she was glad of her fur, she knew she was blushing, "Sorry... I'm a little out of the loop - been living in 'the wild' for a couple of years...."

Christopher: "Uhmm it's actually uhmm pretty old. It's a Cartoon that came out a while ago called Avatar the Last Airbender. I just love the show." He was starting to feel like the biggest nerd ever. He just finished up notes on stuff he didn't have to research and now instead of going out for a nice run or something he was gonna go to his dark room and watch an old cartoon on his laptop.

Tigra: "Oh..." She grinned again, "Cartoons huh?" She walked over to the window, "But it's so nice outside..."

Christopher: "Yeah guess I'm just being lazy." He sighed a little bit. Guess she picked up on the nerd vibe.

Tigra: "Well I would agree with you but I was gonna nap all day..." She turned to face him again, "So I think maybe I'm more lazy than you."

Christopher: "Well I can see where you're right about that. Hmm well I could probably go out for a run. But the cartoon just seems a little more attractive." Def not as attractive as her though.

Tigra: "Well... I decided to try and be sociable.... so if you want some company..." She spied a book she remembered and cleared the space between her and it in one bound, "I promise to try and use a plate if I bring food...." She pulled the book off the shelf.

Christopher: "Uhmm sure. Muh bed makes a pretty good little theater when combo'd with my laptop." He grabbed a couple of the books and started putting them away making sure not to grab the one she was looking at.

Tigra: She blinked, nearly dropping the book, "Your bed? I was thinking... that rec room place...?" Her tail tapped against the bookshelf she stood beside.

Christopher: "Oh uhmm okay. I've never really used the rec room for anything." He laughed uncomfortably. "Uhmm I'll go get the uhmm dvd's." He was blushing pretty bad and definitely showing he had made himself uncomfortable.

Tigra: She grinned again, "Okay!" She put the book away, "I'll meet you there!" Her own discomfort instantly forgotten she bounded over to the door, "See you in a few minutes!" She waved and hurried off.

Christopher: Chris finished up putting away all of the books and then headed off for his room to find the dvds. IDIOT! Why didn't you think about the rec room. Now she probably thinks you're some kind of pervert. He kept mentally berating himself as he walked up to his room and opened the door. Hmm I wonder where Alex is. He looked around for the dvds and grabbed them once he spotted them.

Christopher: After he had ahold of them he took off towards the rec room. Come on Chris stop bein so stupid. When he got to the rec room he held up the dvds for her to see. "Found um. Okay what do you wanna watch? The begining or some actiony ones?"

Tigra: She perched on the back of the sofa, her tail swinging from side to side, "Um... from the begining?" She paused, "Maybe get snacks first..." She hopped off the back of the sofa and headed for the door to the kitchen.

Christopher: "Sure." He set up all of the stuff for the dvd and set it to up so when she walked in he could hit play and it would start. "Do you mind grabbing me a coke when you're in there?"

Tigra: She gathered a few things for them both then headed back into the room, piling the stuff onto the coffee table. She handed him the coke, "Okay, think we're good." She hopped up onto the arm of the sofa and tried to figure out how to sit on the sofa properly without injuring her tail.

Christopher: "Thanks!" He popped the top of the coke and took a sip. Then once he noticed she'd finally found a comfortable way to sit he hit play and the show started up. "Love this show."

Tigra: "Never seen it... guess I'm in for some education." She grinned and opened a bottle of water, her tail curled around her. "If I fall asleep, don't take it personally." She yawned.

Christopher: "Really? Damn that's crazy I love this show. It's crazy awesome. Well now that I think of it, it's kinda like real life around here." He laughed a little. "I'd suggest that I could wake you up but I don't like being a scratching post."

Tigra: "I have no idea how I'd react if someone woke me - never had it happen before, so I wouldn't suggest trying." She sipped her water carefully. She was getting the hang of it now. "If you ever have to wake me, I suggest doing it from a distance."

Christopher: At that Chris scooted away very slowly. "Uhmm y-yeah sure...."

Tigra: She giggled, "Well, don't worry, I'm sure it won't happen." She put her bottle down and settled into the cushions a bit to get more comfortable, turning her attention to the tv.

Christopher: "Uh huh sure, that's what they all say." He took a big gulp of his coke. As he watched the old episodes play on the Tv. "Maybe try a little caffine?" He offered his coke to her.

Tigra: She shook her head, "I'm not sure it's a good idea... I have no idea what that'd do to me... Been on a diet consisting purely of meat and water for two years."

Christopher: Chris looked down at the coke can then back up at her. "Uhmm.... Little sip?"

Tigra: Her tail tapped on the sofa as a frown found its way onto her face, "I really don't think it's a good idea... might get sick or something... Maybe in a few weeks...." She wanted to try and ease herself back into a 'normal' diet. Fizzy drinks were not a good thing to start with.

Christopher: "Yeah better not I guess." He gave her a smile. "I'm gonna go make some popcorn, I've been eating too many chips lately." He got up and headed off towards the kitchen leaving the pop on the coffee table.

Tigra: Tigra frowned at the can sitting on the table. Dammit now she was tempted. She climbed over the sofa and crouched behind it. If she couldn't see it it wouldn't interest her. She wandered over to the window and sat down next to it instead.

Christopher: Chris came back in with his bag of popcorn. "Uhmm what are you doing way over there?"

Tigra: "Squirrel." She lied. Making her way back to the sofa, "Got distracted..." She climbed over the back of the sofa again and curled back up in her corner.

Christopher: "Oh uhmm okay." He sat back down and sipped at his coke while eating little bits of popcorn. "You coulda paused it. I've seen all of these like a hundred times, but you don't have to miss any of it."

Tigra: She shook her head, "No it's okay... Not sure I remember how anyway...." She smiled, "Been a while since I was near a tv or a dvd player..." She picked up some cooked chicken and sniffed at it.

Christopher: He popped a few more pieces of popcorn in his mouth. "Oh I'm sorry. Want me to show you?" He picked up the remote and held it up.

Tigra: "Eh, it'll come back to me... it's like everything else... few days ago, talking was hard. Now I can manage just fine." She smiled again, "I'll figure it out."

Christopher: "Okay that's good. Well if you need help with anything at all feel free to ask." He gave her a smile and then he looked away when he noticed how that could be dirty. You really are a dumbass! He was blushing slightly now.

Tigra: She smiled, it turned into a grin when she caught his scent. "I got a lot of offers for help already... either people are really nice here or help isn't what they're offering.... But I'm spoiled for choice!"

Christopher: "Lucky you. So far only person that's helped me out here was Cess." He dug into his popcorn feeling a little envious.

Tigra: "Awww.... but I'm sure you don't need the kind of help I do... you seem fine... normal... lucky." She crawled along the sofa and sat beside him.

Christopher: "Yeah till I fall and then accidentally destroy a cabinet. Not that I'm trying to compare your problems to mine. Sorry guess I'm just in a weird mood lately." He took a big drink of his coke and then coughed accidentally choking on some of it.

Tigra: She patted him on the back, forgetting her strength in her haste, "Careful there... you okay?"

Christopher: Chris rolled forward into the coffee table after she hit him on the back. "Ouch... oh great more splinters." He attempted to pick himself up and out of the wreckadge that was the coffee table. "I hate splinters."

Tigra: "Oh! I'm sorry!" She bent to help him, "I, er... I'm stronger than I look... Forgot...." She knew she was blushing under her fur.

Christopher: "Yeah uhmm me too now." He pulled off his now ripped up shirt and started pulling at the larger splinters. "Don't worry bout it much atleast I heal. The coffee table on the other hand. I think it's a goner. I'll take the blame and get a new one." He gave her a smile and then winced as he tugged at one that especially hurt for some reason.

Tigra: "Oh! But it was my fault!" She chewed her lip, "Um... I'd offer to help with the splinters but... might do more harm than good..." She extended her claws to show him why. "I'm so sorry...."

Christopher: "It's fine Tigra. Money isn't really something I usually have to worry about." He smiled and pulled a little black thing out of his pocket, he opened it and pulled out a pair of tweezers. He started pulling out all of the splinters and let the holes seal up after they were pulled out.

Tigra: "Yeah but... won't you get in trouble? It really was my fault...." Her tail tapped against the side of the sofa in worry, "I don't want someone else taking the blame for me... that's not fair..."

Christopher: "Nah I'll just say I tripped or something. It's fine Tigra." He kept pulling splinters out of his body while the spots from where they healed started to itch immensely. "I love this healing factor I just wish it wouldn't itch like crazy after I healed."

Tigra: "It itches?" She frowned, "Mine doesn't... you sure that's normal?" She watched the cuts heal up.

Christopher: "Hmm maybe I'm just not used to it? I don't know I guess I could have Hank take a look at me." He pulled out the last of the splinters and watched a few of the big ones heal up.

Tigra: She shrugged, "I don't know, maybe?" She frowned, "I really am sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Christopher: "It's fine. First time I met one of my friends here I ended up throwing him cuz I didn't know how my powers worked." He gave her a reassuring smile. "So back to the show?"

Tigra: "Wow... hope he was okay..." She looked at the tv, "Um... okay..."

Christopher: "Yeah he was fine." He put his shirt back on and sat on the couch. "Hmm you really do hit pretty hard. I'm all tingly with energy."

Tigra: "Yeah... I er... Well... Gotta be strong to live on your own... self defence is kinda important..." She curled up on the sofa again, wrappng her tail around her.

Christopher: "Hehe it's okay. I like it. Always feels good." He smiled and then rubbed his arms a little bit.

Tigra: "Well, that's good then..." she smiled and picked up the chicken again, deciding to try some. It had been a long time since she'd had fully cooked meat. She'd forgotten how dry it was. She took a gulp of water and put the chicken to one side.

Christopher: "Too dry? You should let me cook it for you next time. I can't promise it might not come out radioactive though." He smiled and laughed a little hoping she had cheered up a little.

Tigra: "I'm just not used to it not bleeding..." she shrugged, "Guess I'll stick to the raw stuff for now." She picked up one of the steaks she'd brought in, "Mmmm steak."

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sun May 09, 2010 12:28 am

Kyle: Kyle stretched and cracked his whatever it was that cracked when he stretched as they walked deeper into the woods. "Think this is okay. Won't scare people....or break things here. You like our woods?" he asked as he turned to Tigra.

Tigra: She nodded, "Yeah... lived in them for a while...." She pointed, "That way..." She'd visted her former nest that morning and dug up her bag of belongings. They were now safely hidden in her room. She stretched too, extending her claws and scraping them over the trunk of a tree.

Kyle: Kyle made a face and hummed. "Wish mine could go in." he said looking at his hands with the claws. "Clothes always gets ripped." he said, his point easily shown by the holes at the bottom of his shirt.

Tigra: She grinned, "I've had my fair share of incidents with mine.... my clothing didn't get like this by itself." She gestured at the severely torn tank top and tattered hotpants. "But what do I care? No one saw me for two years..." She swished her tail.

Kyle: Kyle shrugged, "I only started wearing clothes when people found me." Kyle stared at her clothes, "I thought that's how it's supposed to look." he added.

Tigra: She giggled, "Oh no, they started off lookin' fairly decent..." she tugged at the lose threads, "But you know, most clothes aren't made for living in trees..." She ran a tongue over her fangs, "So... how does this work now? Normally when I fought people, they did something that pissed me off...."

Kyle: "I can pinch you if that helps?" Kyle suggested. "But usually we just get ready and start fight. Try not to hurt much...well, I don't mind the hurt, if you spar with someone else, try not to hurt much. And, umm, the person who gives up first loses. You think we should add something else?"

Tigra: "I think that covers it..." She crouched, her tail tapping the ground behind her, "Ready when you are."

Kyle: Kyle grinned and crouched down as well, looking straight at Tigra, "Ready, and go." he said, legs pushing himself off the ground and launching him right at Tigra, claws outstretched to grab hold of her.

Tigra: She had two options, up or down. She chose up. She jumped into the air, watching him sail underneath her. She landed and turned, "Gonna have to try harder than that...." She grinned and ran at him.

Kyle: Kyle took a quick tumble but kept his momentum, running and letting Tigra chase him for a second, and then he jumped at a thin tree, hands grabbing hold and swinging him right back towards Tigra feet first.

Tigra: Tigra tried to stop, her claws digging into the ground. His feet hit her in the chest and she slid back along the floor, twisting to try and free herself from the momentum.

Kyle: Kyle bounded off her and jumped for a tree, clawing and climbing his way up, and looked down at Tigra, who seemed already up and going for him. He wanted to ask her if she was okay, but she probably was.

Tigra: She leapt up the tree after him, quickly gaining ground - she was well used to living in trees and her strong leg muscles meant she could jump really high. Her claws were out to help her with her grip. This was so much more fun than tracking people.

Kyle: Kyle yelped as she nearly caught him, jumping to another tree close by, grabbing the branch, and hearing it snap and falling. He scrabbled against the trunk before he could hit the ground, checking over his shoulder where Tigra was.

Tigra: She jumped off the tree, falling through the air, right above him. Gonna get you!

Kyle: Kyle jumped off the trunk to the ground, and taking full speed away from her, stopping at a thick tree and going around to behind the trunk, waiting for her to catch up, which probably wasn't going to take very long considering how fast she seemed to be.

Tigra: She hit the ground running and followed him to his tree, turning quickly when she reached the other side of it, using her claws for extra traction.

Kyle: As she took the turn around the tree, he was pushing himself forward for a tackle to hopefully take her down. He would have gone for a swipe with the claws, but that wasn't very sporting. Plus he might take out her eye or something.

Tigra: "Ooof!" Kyle collided with her, she pushed up from the ground with her legs, using her momentum to send her over his head, though the proximity meant she didn't land well.

Kyle: Kyle took his own tumble, twisting around to look at Tigra, and more importantly jump her before she could do anything.

Tigra: She rolled onto her front, shaking her head, trying to clear it when Kyle landed on her again. Hissing she tried to turn and twist out from under him.

Kyle: Kyle tried to get a good hold on her, to try and pin her long enough that she'll realize he won, but she was a little bit on the fiesty side. And then she mistakenly found his weakest point when in her twisting, her knee connected between his legs. Kyle quickly got off her with a cringe.

Tigra: Tigra scrambled away and turned to face him again, crouching low and watching him. She frowned a little, wondering why he'd let go when he was winning. She took a tentative step towards him in case he was faking.

Kyle: When the initial pain subsided, he came to a crouch and looked at her. He moved slowly around her, trying to spot a good moment to jump her again.

Tigra: She watched him carefully, her tail tapping as he circled her. She wasn't going to be the prey here. In one leap she was on him again.

Kyle: Kyle was took a little by surprise, and fell back with her on top of him, his head hitting a tree's root. "Ow," he said wincing.

Tigra: She grinned, tail tapping his leg as she leaned over him. "Do I win yet?"

Kyle: "Ummm, not sure," he said, and then shifted a leg to the side and in front of him, forcing it between him and her, trying to push her off of him as he twisted and trying to get a hand free.

Tigra: She loosened her grip ever so slightly. If he still wanted to play, she'd oblige. She licked his cheek then turned and bounded away from him, scaling a tree.

Kyle: Kyle got back on his feet and looked up at Tigra. He jumped into action and trailed after her, clawing the tree to get up it.

Tigra: She jumped into the next tree and stopped to look at him. "Too slow!" She taunted.

Kyle: Kyle got high enough for a jump to the next tree, this time actually grabbing hold on it and scrambling up again to get to her, "Think I can, I think I can!" he joked.

Tigra: "Oh yeah!" She grinned and jumped out of the tree, landing on the ground and scrambling away.

Kyle: Kyle growled, and then had to slide and jumped down the branches before landing on the ground and sped away after Tigra once more. "Catching up!" he yelled as he huffed and ran.

Tigra: She laughed and turned to face him, claws scraping into the earth as she propelled herself back towards him.

Kyle: Kyle went flat down on the ground, ducking her, and then felt claws scratching over his back as she went right over him. He twisted around, back on a crouch and was about to jump her again, when he realized something. "Wait wait." he said as he pushed himself up.

Tigra: She dug her claws into the ground, drawing herself to a stop. "What?" She turned to look at him.

Kyle: Kyle twisted, pulling his shirt around to see, and then just took the shirt off to look at the scratch on his shirt's back. It wasn't big, looked good on it, so still wearable. "Shirt, just saving my shirt." He threw it at the nearest tree, and then got back down on a crouch, "Okay, back to fun." he said, "Ready?"

Tigra: She giggled, "Sure!" and without waiting any longer, she threw herself at him again.

Kyle: Kyle did the same, and they met in the air and landed in a scramble of limbs and hands trying to pin eachother on the ground.

Tigra: He sure moved around a lot. It was hard to get a good grip anywhere. She found herself on her back with no where to roll to - there was a tree in the way. Her tail tapped the ground as she wriggled and tried to get free.

Kyle: "Nu-huh," Kyle said, his hands gripping her wrists and pinning her down, knees on either side with his shins on her knees, making sure one of them wouldn't strike lucky again. "Soo, I win?" he asked.

Tigra: If she really tried she could probably push him off her but she decided to concede this one. "This time." She replied with a grin, her tail culing and uncurling to tap him on the back.

Kyle: He grinned and said, "Okay." Kyle quickly got off her and sat down on the ground. "And that's how sparring goes." he added, his own poor excuse for a tail swiping the dead leaves on the ground behind him as it wagged.

Tigra: "That was fun!" She set about grooming herself almost instantly, smoothing down her ruffled fur. "Bet it's not as much fun to play with some of the others like that though..." She paused to grin fangily at him again.

Kyle: "Yeah, some kind of get hurt. And then lots and lots of bleeding and then stitches and bandaids andumm, stuff." Kyle looked down at himself. The only grooming he needed was to flick away a twig that got stuck on his pants.

Tigra: "That sounds annoying." She nodded, brushing some dead leaves off her tail and pulling a twig out of the waistband of her hotpants. "Well, I don't know about you... but I'm hungry now."

Kyle: "Umm, there's food in the kitchen, or..." Kyle grinned, "or we can catch rabbits Best season for them now." He said, stupid grin still on his face.

Tigra: "Well you did promise to teach me the best way how... and we're already out here...." She got to her feet, tail ticking idly. "No time like the present."

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sun May 09, 2010 9:53 pm

Having finally worked out how to put her phone back together, Tigra had plugged it into the wall and was waiting for the battery to charge. While she waited she was using the ensuite bathroom to wash her clothes. Little bit of soap and some hot water saw most of the muddy stains vanish. Though a stubborn few remained. She left them to dry, hanging out of the window and went to check the phone.

A fully charged battery meant she could risk a phonecall. She picked up the phone and climbed onto the bed, curling up in her nest. Scrolling down through her contacts list she reached the H's and pressed call when she got to 'home'. It didn't ring for very long.

"Hello? Grant residence."

It was her mother's voice. A voice she hadn't heard in two years. She couldn't speak.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?"

Speak before she hangs up! "...H-hello?" She bit her lip, "Mom?"

There was silence on the end of the line for a moment. "Greer? Greer is that you?"

She winced. She hated being called that. "I... yeah... it's me... Hi..."

"Greer?! Where have you been?! We thought you were dead! Two years we've been looking for you!"

"Well you told me to leave..."

"We didn't mean it!" She waved her husband over. "Greer, where are you? Are you okay? Where have you been?"

"I'm fine, Mom..." She leaned to see how well her clothes were drying in the sun. "I've been um... I'm in New York."

"How in the world did you get all the way over there?!" Her father's voice.

"Um... hi dad..." she turned her clothes over to dry the other side. "I walked..."

"Walked?!" Her mother, "That's like 900 miles away!"

"Yeah... well most people are kinda funny about letting someone with fur get in their car..."

"You're not still going through that phase?" Her father.

"It's not a phase, dad. It's what I look like now. Get used to it." She hopped up onto the window ledge and sat down, hanging her legs over the side. "Look, I just called to let you guys know I'm okay... I have somewhere to live now and I'm going to college. Before you ask, no you don't have to pay for it so you can't stop me."

"Sweetheart, we don't want to stop you..." Her mother again, "We just didn't want you to have a hard time... people don't like mutants... and there was that registration act and that awful virus.... we've been so worried about you..."

Tigra frowned, "Registration act?" She'd heard of a virus already, it had been mentioned. She figured she should go and see the resident doctor about that at some point just to be on the safe side.

"You haven't heard?" Her father, "All mutants are required by law to register with the government... can't you see how much easier it is if you just come home and forget about all of this?"

"I'm not coming back and pretending to be someone I'm not just to make you happy!" She held back a growl, "And you can stop calling me 'Greer'. That's not my name anymore. I told you. It's Tigra."

"Sweetheart, your father just wants what's best for you..."

"No, he wants what's best for him. And he can bite me." She hung up the phone and turned it off. They knew she was alive. That was why she called them. Now they could sit and wait til she felt like contacting them again.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sun May 09, 2010 10:17 pm

Tigra: Tigra felt very exposed as they walked down the street. There were so many people and a lot of them stared at her. Though it was hard to tell if that was because of her fur or the state of her clothing... or an interesting combination of both. At least she'd tried to clean them - with some soap in the bathroom sink. It could be better. But really, the state they were in, they could be spottless and they'd still look awful.

Tigra: She chewed her lip, keeping tight hold of the small backpack on her shoulder. It had all of her possessions in it. The sum-total of which ammounted to a phone, a purse and a hairbrush. She travelled light.

Selene: Selene kept a close eye on anyone who walked their dog down the street. After all, one could never know for sure what would happen. "I thought it would be in your interest if we avoided any of the large shopping malls for now," she said, turning to look at the feline girl accompanying her. "Personally, I prefer the smaller stores myself. More interesting things and less people."

Tigra: Tigra nodded, "Yeah... sounds like a good idea..." She kept a close eye on any small children they walked past incase they made a grab for her tail. "Never shopped in New York before... Malls all look the same..."

Selene: "Every one also seems to be filled with the same people, no matter which one you visit," Selene commented and lead Tigra around another corner. Even though it didn't look like it, she actually had an idea where she wanted to go. "It's easy to get lost here. In fact, that happened to me many times when I first came here. But there's no better way to explore a new place than stumbling around without a clue."

Tigra: Tigra grinned, "I rarely get lost... if in doubt I just follow my nose. Hasn't led me wrong yet." She pushed the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder. "But yeah... Malls are like, the last resort. I've never liked them."

Selene: "Oh, don't get me wrong," Selene remarked, giving the other girl a faint smile. "I like getting lost. You can discover the most interesting places and people that way." They were clearly headed towards the more lower class parts of downtown when several storefronts came into view. "However, what I dislike most about malls are all the stupid security cameras."

Tigra: "Security cameras are fine - it's the security guards I have trouble with. Most places don't take well to giant cats wandering through their doors." She frowned, "But what can I do? Need new clothes...."

Selene: "Oh, guards can be easily tricked or charmed, but electronics can be annoyingly stubborn," Selene explained, then turned to give the new girl an appraising look. "Even though I can imagine that some of my fellow students would disagree, I think you're right. Fortunately, I know of several places that have interesting clothes for an excellent price."

Selene: Selene made a sharp turn when they walked past one of the storefronts, taking the few steps leading up to the door. "Here's number one," she said, holding the door open for Tigra.

Tigra: "Well the less clothing the better... but it'd be nice to not look like I've been dragged backwards through a hedge." She smiled at Selene and stepped through the door, looking around.

Selene: "In your case, I'm going to fully agree with such a statement," Selene replied, returning Tigra's smile. "That also means that we already have an idea what to look for." She stepped into the door. The clerk behind the counter gave the feral mutant a long look, but visibly relaxed when spotting Selene. "I shop here often," she said. "The people are somewhat used to mutants."

Tigra: "Oh, that's helpful!" She smiled and waved at the clerk, "So what would you suggest... and bear in mind the fact I'm bright orange... probably want something that'll look okay with that..." She cast her eye over the items. It had been a long time since she was in a store of any kind.

Selene: Selene glanced down her own body. "Well, as you can see, I'm somewhat partial to black," she said, then looked back at the other girl. "I believe it would go well with orange." She tapped one of the black stripes on Tigra's arm. "Nature seems to think so, too."

Tigra: "Yeah... maybe..." She chewed her lip, "Maybe get some colour too..." She frowned, "Maybe green.... match my eyes?" She was also thinking maybe to get some new denim hotpants because she did like them a lot. "Just no shoes..." She pointed at her bare feet, "Claws don't agree..."

Selene: Selene looked down. "That should save us a lot of time," she commented with a nod. "Green should work out, as well. As should blue. Just nothing too close to orange." Selene began to make her way through the rows of shelves and clothing racks. "If you see something you like, grab it. Will you need underwear, too?"

Tigra: She paused, "Um... I guess so?" She hadn't even thought about that. "I um... wouldn't know what size...." two years was a long time.

Selene: "I know a store where the employees have a good eye for that," Selene told Tigra, then paused to take a thorough look at the other girl's chest. "I'd say one size larger than mine. Maybe two."

Tigra: Tigra looked down at herself then up at Selene again, "You can tell just like that?" She blinked at her, "What the heck do they teach people at that place?" Since they were getting underwear she figured she could try a skirt or two and picked up a couple of minis.

Selene: "It's an educated guess," Selene said, giving a slight shrug. "I don't think anyone would dispute you being a bit more well endowed than me." As they walked past the collection of pants, another thought crossed her mind. "Oh, if you're buying pants, don't worry about your tail. Kyle and Hepz already have some experience when it comes to modifying something for an additional appendage."

Tigra: "Don't like pants... rub my fur up the wrong way..." She wrinkled her nose, "It's uncomfortable." She turned to show her the back of her hotpants, "I already cut holes in these for my tail." She'd cut holes in a lot of her clothing. Her mother had been furious.

Selene: "That makes sense," Selene agreed, stepping away from the pants and over to the skirt collection. "How about something like this?" She held up a short black skirt. "One of my favourite types of clothing, in fact."

Tigra: "Short is good." She smiled, "I'll try it out... think I should go for some tops too..." Again the thinking was, the less material the better. Especially now that she was so used to having her stomach exposed.

Selene: Selene nodded. "Perhaps something loose fitting," she commented. "I imagine that would be more comfortable, given your fur." After spontaneously grabbing a number of skirts that caught her attention, she turned and swiftly stepped over towards the section with the shirts and tops.

Tigra: "I could live with tight fitting as long as it's sleeveless and only covers half of me." She replied, "And I can improvise with a shirt." She'd had some practise with that too. "Is there somewhere I can try these on too?"

Selene: Without looking up, Selene pointed towards a short flight of stairs leading to the back of the store. "Changing rooms are in the back," she said as she picked up a dark green halter top. "Is that what you had in mind?"

Tigra: "Ooooh! That's nice!" She added it to the pile of things in her arms. It was times like this when she was glad she had enhanced strength. She picked up a couple more, blue and white and then headed for the back of the store to try some of the things on. Her tail didn't like the skirts much because it meant she had to keep it still but when they were paid for she could fix that.

Selene: Selene let her gaze drift over more potential clothing choice while Tigra made her way to the back of the store. She decided to grab a few more tops and skirts, then headed up the stairs, as well. "If you prefer armless clothing and don't mind tight fitting, we could also try getting you in a corset," she suggested.

Tigra: She stuck her head out of the changing cubicle, half way between changing, "A corset?" That was a clothing option she'd never seen herself in, "Um... not sure...." she ducked back in again to untangle herself. "Might make my usual way of sitting a bit difficult... but I guess I could try it...." she could always save it for a special occasion if she liked it.

Selene: "Paired with dubiously short skirts, they probably make for my favourite piece of clothing," Selene replied, touring the area of the store near the changing cubicles. "If you're not sure about them, however, there are also tops that are only cut like them without the stiffness."

Tigra: "Oh, that sounds nice... I think the stiffness is a bad plan, given my tendancy for culing up and napping at every opportunity I get..." she stepped out of the changing room. "Okay I think most of that stuff looks good." She smiled at Selene, "So I'll go pay... maybe put some of it on and then we can look for some underwear... or something..."

Selene: "Sounds like a decent plan," Selene replied, giving a brief shrug. "Let's do it that way - even though I'm usually opposed to decently sounding plans." She helped Tigra carry the stuff to the clerk's desk. "I had no idea they have cash machines in the woods," she added, leaning close to Tigra. "Don't get me wrong, but I'm actually surprised you have any money."

Tigra: "Well I have parents... They didn't stop paying my allowance." She shrugged, handing over her card to the clerk. "You'd be surprised how much you can save when you don't spend any money for two years." Clothing paid for she selected a top and a skirt then went to put them on. Stuffing her old clothes into her backpack, she emerged in a short black skirt and a green halter top. "How do I look?"

Selene: Selene looked Tigra up and down while she tapped a finger against her chin. "Like a decidedly well built feline human dressed in a rather revealing skirt and top," she concluded, a smirk curling her lips. "Or as others would most likely describe it - delicious." She grabbed one of the bags and accompanied the other girl to the door.

Tigra: She grinned, her tail swishing happily behind her in the (now)modified skirt. "Why, thank you." She slipped out of the door, "So, where's this other store?"

Selene: "Just across the street and a little further down in that direction," Selene said and lead the way. "This is why I like this area of the city - lots of alternative and second hand clothing stores within a few blocks from each other." She glanced over at Tigra. "If decreasing the number of stares you get had been on your mind, I'm afraid we picked the wrong clothes."

Tigra: She grinned, "Yeah but they'll be staring for the right reasons now." She smoothed down the fur on her stomach, "Well... kinda." She was still bright orange after all, and that was sure to attract attention of all varieties. "But I'm not complaining. At least these are clean."

Selene: "That reminds me, I could show you later how the washing machine in the mansion works," Selene said, then added. "By which I mean, show you how to get someone else to use it for washing your clothes for you." They approached another store; this one displaying various pieces of feminine underwear and lingerie in its windows.

Tigra: "Oh that would be great! I was using the sink in the bathroom...." she blushed under her fur, "At least it works better than the river." She looked in the window, "Wow..."

Selene: "Indeed," Selene commented, again holding the door open for her fellow student. "And that's nothing compared to what they have inside. There's always something nice to discover in here."

Tigra: She stepped into the store, her green eyes huge as she looked around. Some of this stuff was definately for show. "I'm in way over my head here...."

Selene: "Oh, believe me, you don't put those things on your head," Selene commented, showing Tigra a wry smile. "But no need to worry. They also carry more conventional things."

Tigra: She giggled, "That much I remember... but wow... never thought I'd find myself in a store like this..." Yeah fur was great when you were embarrassed. No one could tell. "Well point me in the right direction, or if you have a better suggestion..." she grinned, flicking her tail from side to side.

Selene: Selene took another moment to give Tigra an appraising look. "Well, if you want my professional opinion," she began, tapping a finger against her lower lip, "I would advise against spoiling exquisite contents with mediocre packaging." She gestured the other girl to follow her. "Something made of lace sounds about right to me."

Tigra: And another blush. "Uh... thanks..." she followed behind her, looking at everything they passed. "Lace huh... Gonna have to be careful..." she looked at her hands. Claws were a real problem.

Selene: Selene followed Tigra's gaze. "Well, unless you decide to invest in chainmail underwear, I believe the only way to make sure nothing gets shredded would be to forgo clothing completely." She paused, glancing up at the other girl's face. "Something the teachers have issues with during their classes, by the way."

Tigra: She giggled, "But I have all this fur! I'm never truely naked." She eyed some of the items on display, "Though if I was in some of those I think I might feel naked." She blinked. "I guess I'll just have to make sure I budget for destroyed clothing."

Selene: "Clothing budget shouldn't be an issue," Selene replied, going through a number of underwear sets. "Seeing how I tend to get bored with things easily, I can usually provide a lot of second hand replacements." She held up a set of deep blue lingerie. "What do you think? Or maybe black?"

Tigra: "I think black... skirts this short, someone's gonna see it." She grinned, "And maybe some white too.... and green. I really like green...." She carefully pawed through the items to see if she could find a design she liked. The next task was finding out what her size was.

Selene: "Black, white, green... sounds reasonable," Selene mumbled, digging through the racks of underwear. After picking up a few pieces and setting them aside in a seemingly random fashion, she held up one set to Tigra's chest. "I think this might fit you."

Tigra: Tigra looked down, tilting her head to one side, "Well guess I could try it on and see...." She looked back up at Selene, "Assuming they let you do that here..."

Selene: "That's how I found out what my size is," Selene replied, looking around for a stray clerk wandering by. "I never bothered with a measuring tape."

Tigra: "Oh well, okay then." She picked up a few more, "I used to know what size I was... but I think they got bigger since I last was in a store and I don't even remember what size they used to be. It's amazing what you can forget in two years."

Selene: "Oh, no one can possibly beat me when it comes to forgetting things," Selene replied and gave a dry chuckle. She picked out more underwear of slightly larger and smaller sizes, in case the first one wouldn't fit Tigra. "Now let's see if we can fit you in there."

Tigra: She headed for the changing rooms and tried a couple on, finally finding one that fit, and keeping hold of all the ones that the size matched on. "Okay!" She stepped out, "Let's go pay... then we can do whatever... food could be a good plan though." She grinned. Having real clothing again was definately helping her to feel more human.

Selene: "I know of a good sushi place not too far from here," Selene said, helping Tigra to go pay for her heap of brand new underwear. "It's near enough to walk there. If raw fish is your kind of thing, that is..."

Tigra: "Mmmmm raw fish..." She let out a little purr at the idea. It had been a long time since she'd had fish. "I love fish." She paid for her items and stuffed them into one of the bags she already had. "Lead on!"

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Mon May 10, 2010 1:22 am

Jules: A silver streak zipped about the room, sprinkles of what could be accused of being stardust, floating in the stream of silver and drizzled on the wooden floors of the school. "Party!" She shouted as she opened each door. "Party! Downstairs. Party! Get downstairs!"

Jay: Jay was already heading down - he hadn't eaten for well over twenty-four hours, as his stomach reminded him, despite his head telling him he didn't need to eat. He managed to flatten against the wall as Jules zipped past, swearing in German as his side twinged.

Jules: She flew all the way downstairs, sliding on her own silver stream, and landed with a small thud as her purple-socked-feed hit the wood. "I love this... no crappy Rainbow." She smiled and crossed her arms looking at her shiny wake. She looked at her reflection in the glass of a picture frame on the wall and smiled at the recognition of her own eyes also being silver. "Cool."

Tigra: Tigra yawned and stretched, her ears pricked up. "Party?" she mumbled sleepily. She climbed out of her nest and pulled some clothes on. A brand new pair of denim hotpants and a white halter top. Yawning again and running her brush over her hair she stepped out into the hall and blinked at the trail of glitter.

Selene: Selene paced down the hallway, following the trail of terrifying sparkles. She winced every time someone shouted through the entire mansion.Stopping by the phone, she grabbed the phone book and weighed it in her hands. Solid and heavy - perfectly suited to smash whatever leprechauns or fairies might have infested the school this time.

Jay: Jay readjusted his arm in the sling and got his balance back, pulling his remaining wing in close and resuming his careful walk downstairs. Damnit, he would get used to the wing again. He ran his hand through his hair no, it's not meant to be a mohawk and followed the trail.

Tigra: She made her way down the stairs, tail swishing in her curiosity. She bumped into Selene and eyed the phonebook, "Um... what's with the glitter?"

Jules: "Spaaaaaaaaarkles!" Julie sang as she slid on her silver-streak, like some kind of surf board, over to Selene and... the new Cat. "Hey! We got a new kitty!" She dropped to the ground and patted Tigra on the head. "Kitteh, meow?"

Kitty: Kitty followed Julie's trail heading down the steps when she met up with Jay. "Hey, you're out of the medlab! You must be feeling better?" she asked hopefully, stopping beside him.

Tigra: She raised a russet eyebrow at the girl patting her. "Kitteh bites." she replied.

Selene: She turned the corner and stepped into the rec room, the heavy book cautiously raised above her shoulder. Then something orange and fuzzy bumped into her, causing Selene to give a surprised squeak and drop the book. "I'm... not sure..." she panted, trying to calm down as she looked at Tigra. She instantly squeaked again when she was surrounded by more sparkles.

Jules: "Kitteh, noooo!" Julie backed up quickly to Kitty. "Oh! Speaking of Kitty!" She hugged her. "Yay, thank you for saving me! I feel all sorts of better!" And in denial, but whatever

Jay: Jay blinked for a moment before smiling at Kitty. "Yeah...see, told you I was invincible."

Tigra: Tigra blinked at the girl moving closer to Selene. "I'm scared of her... is that normal?"

Jay: He nearly jumped at the sudden excited Jules. Just because I have Darren in my head, doesn't mean I have his sensors.

Selene: "Fear is a perfectly reasonable and justified reaction in this case," Selene whispered back to Tigra.

Tigra: "Okay good..." She picked up the phone book and offered it to Selene, "Yours I believe."

Kitty: She started to answer Jay when Julie grabbed her in a death hug. "I'm just glad y-!" she cut off in a surprised yelp and patted her back. "And glad to have you back Julie... you can let go now?"

Jules: "Yes!" She said and did so. "Look at my eyes! Silvery!" She pulled her eyelids down shoved her head to Kitty's. "Seee?!"

Selene: "Thanks." Selene took the phone book and tucked it under her arm; just in case. Then she turned towards the others who had walked in. "Hello there."

Selene: "May I poke them," Selene asked, curiously leaning closer to Julie.

Jay: Jay edged past everyone into the recroom. "Hey, so what's the noise about?" Fuck, his voice still sounded exactly like Darren's, didn't it? "Hey Sel." He smiled at her warmly.

Tigra: She moved even closer to Selene, bumping into her. Lots of new people. She kept quiet.

Kitty: "Wow, silver indeed," she laughed. "So, Dr. McCoy look at her hand?" Kitty bit her bottom lip a little.

Selene: "How are you feeling today," she asked Jay, doing a surprisingly good job of not staring at his missing wing.

Tigra: Tigra stared because she'd never seen someone with blue skin before. Or wings. Well, wing. Her tail came almost to a complete stop.

Jules: "My hand?" She looked at it and counted five fingers. "Oh wait, the other one!" She looked at her other hand and wibbled her bottom lip. The fingers were there, they were stitched on, and she had her hand covered in bandages. "How'd I forget about that?"

Jay: Jay grinned, though it felt fake, slipping into a wry smirk. "'Course. It's only a flesh wound." He had an insane urge, almost hard to ignore, to wrap his good arm around her. Fuck.

Jules: Julie looked at Jay. "Am I high... or are you differently colored?"

Selene: "What happened to your eyes... and hand," Selene reluctantly pointed at Julie's specified parts. She looked back at Jay and nodded. "That's good to hear. Darren has been worrying a lot about you."

Kitty: Because you do too many drugs?? Kitty retorted silently at Julie. "You've been through alot. Probably still in shock a little, maybe?"

Tigra: Her gaze was drawn to the girl's hand, she wondered what had happened but it was rude to ask - she didn't know any of them.

Jules: "I.... had an accident." Julie lied flatly. "And I think we should celebrate everyone being happy and fun and alive! So I got some alcohol from... somewhere." She held up a bottle of vintage champagne. "I'm told this stuff is good."

Jay: Jay turned a look to Jules, remaining wing twitching, before finally noticing the new girl. Wow, another cat? He glanced back to Selene, deciding to stay with her and Kitty for now. "I'm sure Darren is." He smiled. "Uh...is he...okay?"

Selene: Selene wouldn't have needed any psychic abilities to know Julie was lying, but decided that everyone had a right to their secrets. Well, actually she believed that only she herself had that right; everyone else was fair game. It just didn't interest her that much at the moment.

Tigra: "I'm gonna get something to eat..." Tigra mumbled and headed for the kitchen door. Seemed the students that knew eachother had some catching up to do and probably didn't want a stranger looking on.

Selene: Selene glanced back at Jay, giving a brief nod. "I think he is," she said. "Considering the circumstances, anyway. In fact, he's going through something similar as you - just in reverse." She gesticulated at him. "The voice and look and personality thing... it's quite strange, actually."

Jules: "No Tigger, wait!" She rushed over and pulled at the tail. "You can't go, we're gonna start drinking Shamp-ag-nuh!"

Selene: "I think we'll need glasses," Selene pointed out, nodding in the direction of Julie's champagne.

Jay: Oh thank god. Jay breathed out a sigh of relief and dropped his voice, edging up to her. "I haven't...told anyone...about it, thought he'd prefer if I kept it to myself." Secretive fucker. "But I can't...stop the voice or...how he acts...wait, does he look like Ja-me?"

Kitty: Kitty's attention was focused so much on Jay and Julie, she didn't even notice the 'new girl'. "Oh dear..." Not another one... she was a cat - sort of like Hector's girlfriend. But like a tiger instead of a housecat. "Who's she?" Kitty whispered to Sel and Jay.

Tigra: Tigra yowled at the tug on her tail and turned quickly. Managing to stop herself just in time before she clawed the girl. "OW!" She glared at her.

Jay: Jay blinked. "Uuuuuh...Tigra." He shrugged. He hadn't met her, but Darren knew fucking everything.

Selene: "Somewhat," Selene replied under her breath. "His hair is red, at least. And he seems to have inherited your accent." She looked up at Kitty. "Yes, Tigra. We found her in the woods and she followed us home."

Jules: "Gah!" Julie zipped away from the glare and potential swipe and zipped over to Selene. She hugged Selene, who she had never actually properly met, as the silver dust settled around Selene's feet.

Kitty: "Julie! Stop it! Let her tail go! You want to loose fingers off your good hand?!" Kitty shrieked and hopped back.

Selene: Selene tensed up and turned stiff as a board, staring ahead with wide eyes. "Please..." she said. "Someone get it off me..."

Tigra: Tigra smoothed her ruffled fur down and stalked off towards the kitchen. "It's attached you know!" She called back as the door swung closed behind her.

Jay: Jay's remaining wing flared, which made him both grab at his bad shoulder and grit his teeth on a sharp moan of pain and sent him staggering back from lack of balance. "Fuck! Jesus, let go of her!" He scowled at Jules, his back throbbing.

Kitty: Kitty pulled at Julie. "Julie, get off Selene. She doesn't like that. Come on.... down girl..." she coaxed.

Jules: "Okay, okay! Jeez!" She ran her hands through her hair and looked to the floor, embarrassed. "I just... got scared y'know? Bad last couple of weeks." She looked to Selene and half-smiled. "I'm sorry..."

Selene: Selene frowned at Jay's sudden protectiveness, before giving Kitty a faint smile and going on to nod at Julie. "It's fine," she said. "Bone crushing hugs without permission are a bad idea, though. Unless I ask for them."

Jay: Jay waited until the pain had lessened, closing his eyes. "Sorry...that was...not me. Bad couple of days for me too." He needed to see Darren about this. He could barely tell which thoughts and reactions were meant to be his.

Jay: "And if you do ask for them, babe?"

Tigra: Moments later, Tigra stepped out of the kitchen with raw steak to make it better. She even remembered a plate because she didn't want to get a stain on her new white top. She curled up on the sofa and chewed on it.

Jules: Julie pointed to Tigra. "Tigger's eating raw meat! That's so bad for you!"

Tigra: "Tigra." She corrected, "And it's not bad for me at all - It's all I've eaten for the past two years." she rolled her eyes.

Tigra: "And steak is much nicer than pigeon." She added as an afterthought. Everyone needed to know this.

Kitty: "Well... she's not exactly like the rest of us though is she?" Kitty tried hard to remember if she'd ever know Hepzibah to eat raw meat... nothing came to mind. She seemed to favor milkshakes and junk food.

Selene: "Perhaps we should sit down," Selene suggested, then almost choked when she had to cough in response to Jay's words. Ah, right, the not-so-vulcan-mind-meld. It wasn't his fault, after all. Which didn't mean she would let him get away with it. Not when the opportunity to tease presented itself. "Then you may do much more with your hands than just put them around me."

Jules: Julie watched Tigra mow down the steak. ".... I think I want some alcohol." She sat down with the rest after she gathered some glasses and prepared to pop the top of the champagne with a wine bottle opener. "The cork's gonna pop across the room, everyone cover your eyes!"

Tigra: Tigra abandoned her steak and hopped over the back of the sofa, crouching on the floor.

Selene: Selene held the phone book in front of her face for protection.

Jay: Jay smirked, the Darren in him moving over to her and sliding his good arm around her. "Bad girl." He purred into her ear, the Jay-thoughts screaming uselessly at him.

Jules: She pulled the lever down on the wine-opener, and there was a loud *pop* as the cork flew out and ricocheted off walls. She quickly (as in with super-speed quickly) pulled the glasses under the oozing, bubbly, alcohol stream that flowed from the spout.

Jules: She filled each one up and placed the bottle on the counter top. "To....Being alive?"

Tigra: Tigra watched the cork progress around the room with interest. Then she jumped on it.

Kitty: KItty solidified as the cork came to rest on the floor and watched Tigra go after it, wide eyed.

Selene: Selene blinked when Jay didn't at all react the way she had expected. She put the phone book down. "Darren calls me that all the time," she said as a reminder about who was who. She put on a smirk. "Then again, I do my best to maintain that reputation."

Jay: "I'm happy to-" Jay blinked at her blankly for a moment as his thoughts and instincts crossed over. "...Shit!" The hand was removed, going to cover his mouth, eyes wide and face going nearly purple from embarrassment. "Oh fuck, Sel, I-I'm sorry-" Oh no, Darren was going to fucking kill him!

Tigra: Tigra pawed at the cork and chased it around the floor. Fun!

Jules: Julie watched the two with great interest. She nudged Tiger-Girl with her foot and put her head down to her level. "I have no idea what it's going on, but I'm loving the Drama-Llama."

Tigra: Tigra blinked at the face speaking to her for a moment. Llama? She looked down at the cork then back up at the face. "Uh..." She twitched her tail, "Whoops.... couldn't help myself..." She got to her feet.

Selene: Selene chuckled and smirked mischievously at Jay. "I find it rather amusing, to be honest," she said. "You actually do sound like him."

Selene: She had watched Tigra pounce the cork, making a mental note to conduct experiments with randomly deployed balls of yarn later.

Jay: Jay just blushed harder, shaking his head. "...I can't believe I just did that." He half-murmured. "I uh..." That had just been the Darren residue, right? Yeah. Had to be. Sel was Darren's girlfriend, so it was logical that...he'd react as Darren would...that didn't change the fact Darren was going to fucking kill him.

Selene: "I'd say you're even more Darren than Darren himself at the moment," Selene mused. "Which is absolutely strange and outlandish, of course; but I guess that's why I find it that amusing."

Jay: Jay scratched the back of his head, the blush fading a little. "You mean he's acting like me? Poor bastard." He suddenly realised Tigra and Jules were both watching them...and the blush came back hard. Oh fuck. "It isn't what it looks like!"

Tigra: Tigra blinked, "What isn't what it looks like?" She looked at Selene then back at the blue guy. "I just embarrassed myself but I'm glad if you didn't notice." She hopped over the back of the sofa again and returned to her steak.

Jules: "What is it supposed to look like, then?" Julie asked, downing her second glass of champagne. MORE she thought to herself.

Jay: "Not - I mean - that - fuck." Jay floundered, looking to Selene for help.

Tigra: Tigra raised her eyebrows, putting down her empty plate. The scents were all over the place. She giggled.

Jay: Part of him was kinda glad for this, though, as he reached for a glass of bubbly to hide behind. At least he wasn't thinking about the missing wing.

Jules: Julie poured more of the champagne in her glass and gulped it down. "Anyone else need more?" She asked, a screwed smile washing across her face.

Selene: "Spare the poor boy the blushes," Selene said, chuckling to herself as she reached for her own glass of champagne. She smirked at the others. "It's just that he's madly smitten by me and doesn't know how to properly express it." Yes, being evil felt good. Selene sipped on her glass.

Tigra: Tigra sniffed at the champagne delicately, wrinkling her nose. "Um... someone else can have mine...."

Jules: "H'okay!" She reached, grabbed hers, and downed it.

Tigra: She blinked, "Wow... careful there, you'll take someone's eye out...."

Jules: Julie hiccupped. "Wha?"

Tigra: "Think maybe you should slow down?" She pulled her tail into her lap.

Jules: "That word's not in my vocabrilery."

Jay: "I'm not!" Jay blushed, giving her a half-evil glare. "You know I'm not! I just..." He couldn't blurt it out in front of the other two girls. Man, Sel was evil, but that was why he loved her - no he fucking didn't! He whimpered, downing the champagne.

Jules: She reached out and patted Jay's hand. "It's okay, I fall for people I can't have all the time too. Like Hector, Alex, Christopher, Professor McCoy, Remy, Professor Drake, so on and so forth."

Tigra: "I recognise exactly one of those names..." Tigra frowned, "Actually... don't mean to sound rude.... but, while scents are great I can't name you by those so... some names would be appreciated...."

Selene: "Now look at that; he's in denial," Selene said and sipped on her champagne again. She reached over to tousle Jay's hair - which was strangely Darren-ish. "I'm still Selene," she told Tigra. "And with some luck, I'll be her tomorrow, too."

Jay: "No, you don't understand, it's not that-" Jay bit his lip, shooting Sel a look but automatically leaning into her hair, giving up trying to fight it. "Uh...I'm Da-Jay. Jay. Short for Joshua. And you're Tigra, right? You were...living in the forest?" Damn, Darren really did have eyes everywhere...

Jules: "I'm Julie Power!" Julie exclaimed, nearly tumbling back in her seat. "Gah! Hehehahehea-snort-heahahahaw!"

Tigra: Tigra grinned at Selene, "Well that's reassuring." She climbed up onto the back of the sofa and perched there, her tail swishing behind her. She nodded at Jay, "Yep I was living out there for quite a while." She raised an eyebrow at Julie, "Er... are you okay?" she leaned to look at her.

Selene: "Definitely not," Selene answered Tigra's question.

Jules: "I'm fffffffine!" She said, swatting away Tigra's concerns like a moth in front of her face. "I'm just trying to be happy, y'know? 'Cause sad is so sad. And lonely... and painful." She looked at Selene. "I'll be right back." She zipped away with silver and glitter remaining where she had stood.

Selene: "I'm afraid of what she might bring back with her," Selene commented.

Tigra: "What the heck is with all the glitter?" She blinked at it, resisting the urge to sniff.

Jules: There was some crashing sounds, being she was running at a high velocity, drunk, and some thuds and swears when finally she flung herself back to where she was sitting before most of the silver sparkles had even settled. She had a bottle of scotch in her hand. "It's something with the vaccine."

Tigra: "Vaccine?" She was sure she knew what that was, "Oh! for that virus thing? I need to get me one of those... though I'm not sure I wanna sprinkle glitter everywhere...."

Selene: "That actually doesn't look too bad," Selene corrected herself, glancing at the bottle Julie had brought along.

Jay: "Yeah...same with the blue for me." Jay nodded, looking down into his half-full flute of champagne, back smarting. "You wanna sit down, babe?"

Tigra: She stared at Jay again, she didn't want to be blue either! "On second thought I think I'll pass on the vaccine...."

Jules: "Scotch! Scotchy-scotch-scotch, there it goes down, down into m'belly! Mmm, mmm, mmm!" She rubbed her tummy and rocked back and forth.

Jay: "Oh, trust me, babes, you don't want to pass on it. Jay was in a coma and ne- fuck it, I was in in a coma. Nearly died from it too. It kills, if you catch it."

Tigra: "Uh... should you be drinking that much?" She eyed the girl carefully, then turned back to Jay, "But I don't want my fur to fall out!" she'd remembered where she knew about the vaccine. Kyle had mentioned it.

Selene: "Only if there's free space left in your lap," Selene replied, flashing Jay a grin while she ran her index finger underneath his chin. The only way this could be more fun was if Darren would be there.

Jules: "Scotch?!" She asked, practically shoving the bottle in Selene's face, waiting for her to take it so she could slouch over the arm rest of the chair.

Selene: "Well, the side effects are quite random," she told Tigra. "So, your fur might not be in any danger. Then again, you could just as well grow a pair of antlers."

Tigra: Tigra's hands went to her head, she looked horrified at the thought. She jumped off the sofa and went to lurk under the pool table.

Selene: "Yes, thank you." Selene took the bottle from Julie and eyed it.

Jay: Jay purred a little, once more putting his good arm around Selene's waist. "Sure I can find some, babe."

Jules: Julie frowned and let herself slouch over the cushions. "I got no one to huggle me..." She hurked and burped. "G'oof.... I don't wanna get shot or hunted..."

Selene: "Excellent," Selene said and carefully settled in Jay's lap. She then proceeded to refill her empty glass with some of the Scotch.

Tigra: Realising that no one was going to attack her right now with the vaccine, Tigra cautiously crawled out from under the table and up onto the sofa again, settling into the seat this time.

Jules: "Kinkping is a jerk!" She said, raising her fist above her sunken head and sighing. "We should... we should go .... pee on his house!"

Selene: "Who," Selene asked, frowning at the weird girl. She took a good swallow from her refilled glass.

Tigra: "Who's... um... kinkping?" she blinked at Julie, poking at her a little. She didn't seem okay at all.

Jules: "He's a big, fat, ugly, jerk!" She said, raising her head quickly and shouting. "Ooh, wow too fast!!" She slumped to the floor, clinging to the chair, and giggled.

Jay: Jay leant his head carefully against Selene, hand on her hip, watching Jules carefully as he finished the champagne and held out the glass for some scotch wordlessly. Thanks to the empty stomach, he was already feeling tipsy. But he didn't get drunk...right?

Tigra: Tigra crawled off the sofa and sat next to Julie on the floor. "Think maybe you had enough to drink now...."

Selene: "If she passes out, we need to decide on where to drop her off," Selene remarked, her gaze passing over the others. "I vote Ellis Island." She refilled Jay's glass and then her own.

Jay: "Top of the Empire State Building." Jay grinned, downing half the glass and only coughing a little. Oh wow, his back wasn't hurting.

Jules: "I wanna go pee on his car!" She said, crawling up the chair and using it to hold onto the spining world and keep her standing as she raised her legs. "I'm gonna go, right now!" She brushed her purple skirt, as if there was dirt on it, and looked to Jay lazily smiling. "I'm gonna go pee on his car."

Tigra: "Do you even know where that is?" Tigra watched her, "And can you get there without falling on your ass?"

Jules: She turned and the silver streak appeared again and flew out the door. "Who's coming?" She hollared as she went out to the driveway.

Tigra: "Uh... should we follow her?" She looked at the others.

Selene: "I'm rather glad I don't have a car," Selene commented, slightly tilting her head as she watched this train wreck in progress. She emptied her glass, then gave both Jay and herself a refill. At least the drinks were good and the Julie-provided show entertaining.

Jules: Julie found the nicest looking car. "Kinkping's car!" She accused. "I'd recognize it anywhere!" She got on the hood and pulled down her panties. "I hkkkate you!"

Selene: "She's drunk out of her senses," Selene remarked, looking at the feline mutant. "So of course we should let her go. She knows exactly what she's doing."

Jay: "Nope, I say we let her have her fun." Jay grinned easily, leaning his head on Selene's as dizziness hit.

Tigra: "She's really drunk... she might not make it...." Tigra sniffed at the trail and started to follow it.

Selene: Selene casually stroked Jay's head as she looked after Tigra. "That party dissolved rather quickly," she remarked.

Jay: "I'm sure we can keep the party going ourselves, babes." Jay raised his glass at her with a grin, before knocking it back, swaying a little, remaining wing curling slightly.

Tigra: Tigra followed the scent out of habit, despite the obvious trail of glitter, to see if she could find Julie.

Selene: Despite her progressing intoxication, Selene briefly wondered if she really had enough mischievous evil in her to continue to tease Jay. She almost had to laugh out loud at her own pointless mental question, when in fact she should have been asking herself why the idea of messing with other people's head for her own amusement hadn't occurred to her before.

Selene: "So you think you can keep me entertained," Selene asked, smirking at Jay.

Jay: There was a definite feeling of generic wrong-ness about the fact that this wasn't right. "I...can?" He frowned a little. "I'm sure I could find something to amuse you..."

Selene: A grin appeared on her face, while a voice in the back of her mind reminded her that for doing this, Darren would most likely spank her and kill Jay. She was fine with either, and so continued to put her arms around him and leaned against him, pushing him back into the couch.

Jules: Julie was passed out, with her skirt up and panties, thankfully, also back on, and sprawled on the lawn. I did it! I peed on his stupid car! I'm AWESOME! she had thought to herself.

Tigra: Tigra found Julie and stopped beside her, sitting down, "Um.... you okay there?"

Jules: She snored loudly in reply.

Tigra: Tigra frowned and bent to pick her up.

Jay: Jay grinned - until his back arched in pain, the pressure against his back making him cry out. Fuck! Fuck, why was Selene on - oh fuck, no, no, this wasn't right - through the pain, he pushed Selene off him, scrambling off the sofa, panting and whimpering in pain, gold eyes wide. "What - why - w-why're you - oh fuck-"

Tigra: Tigra carried Julie back into the house and into the recroom, "If someone can give me directions to her room I... what happened?" She blinked at them and at the scents in the room.

Selene: Selene tumbled off Darren's lap and ended up tumbling to the floor. No, wait, this had been Jay's lap. Right. She laughed to herself and looked around for her glass. "Oh, yes, you're not him," she said, settling for the bottle of Scotch instead. "I forgot."

Jay: He gave Selene one last horrified stare, nearly in tears and not just from the pain. Oh god, no, no, this wasn't fair! He turned, nearly bolting for the door, staggering and falling before managing to scrabble to his feet and running out. Oh god...I'm sorry Darren...oh god... Tears started to fall as he ran blindly, nearly falling several times.

Tigra: Tigra stepped back to let him pass and turned back to Selene, "Um... what just happened?"

Selene: "I think he broke up with me," Selene replied, putting on a coy expression as she looked up at Tigra. She then brought the open bottle up to her lips and took a decently sized swallow.

Jules: Julie's eyes watched Jay run out of the room. She then swung her head to Tigra. "They're cute together... I like them." She pulled herself up to Tigra's eyes and looked into them. "I like you too." She kissed her on the lips. "Wow, why'd I just do that?" She then passed out in Tigra's arms.

Tigra: "I... um... what?" she nearly dropped Julie in surprise. "Uhh..."

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Mon May 10, 2010 3:48 am

Tigra: Tigra followed her own scent to Julie's room. She'd decided to check on her after all the drunkeness since passing out on the lawn was not really a healthy thing to do. She stopped at the door and knocked, sniffing to see if she was actually in there.

Jules: Julie stirred atop her bed and rolled around in the Yankees blanket she had wrapped around her. She was in her underwear, and half asleep. She felt the need to get something for her head, maybe a hammer, and she swung her feet off the bed, her eyes closed still, and hopped out, rubbing her arms and shivering.

Jules: She stumbled over to the door and stopped to look at the time on her watch first. The watch said eleven PM. She figured that was good enough, tossed it onto the floor uncaringly, and opened the door to see Tigra sniffing at her floor. "I'm in my underwear and I need a glass of water. Wait inside."

Jules: She zipped off to the kitchen.

Tigra: "Eeek!" Tigra nearly fell over. She stepped over the threshold and waited there for her, looking around.

Jules: The silver light zipped back into the bedroom and she shut the door behind her. Still in her underwear she slipped her slipper-socks off her feet, crawled back into bed, and downed the glass of water. "My head hurts... what happened?"

Tigra: "You got really drunk, ran off to pee on a car and passed out on the lawn..." She told her, "I carried you back up here... figured I should check if you were okay..." Her tail ticked behind her, she smoothed her clothes down. Still her favoured denim hotpants, but a green halter top this time. "Are you okay?"

Jules: "Eh...." She snuggled up in her blanket and sighed. "I peed on a car, huh? Who's car? Should I be afraid of retribution?"

Tigra: "I don't know... I found you on the lawn... You said you were going to pee on... um..." she tried to remember the name, "Kinkping's?" she still stood awkwardly by the door.

Jules: Julie's eyes got very big. "Oh my God! You stopped me, right?! You stopped me?! I did not pee on the Kingpin's car! You know he's the one who kidnapped, tortured, and beat me right? Cut off two of my fingers!?" She held up her bandaged hand.

Jules: "Ohhh my God!" She sat up and began to pull at her hair. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Tigra: "You were pretty drunk..." She aproached her with caution, "I'm not sure you made it to his car...." She reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, "I didn't know you'd been kidnapped, that's awful..." She gave her a sympathetic look.

Jules: "Yeah, terrible." She dismissed hurridly. "So... wait... I was on the lawn? So who's car did I pee on? Did I pee on anything? Oh God!" She checked her underwear. "I'm wearing different underwear! Did I pee myself? Did you change me? Look, thank you for being a nice new friend but--Wow."

Tigra: She knew she was blushing under her fur, "Um... is that not okay? I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I was around people..." she chewed her lip, "I don't know what happened when you went out, took me a few minutes to find you.... I could probably follow your scent and check if you want?" Her tail tapped the side of the bed as it flicked from side to side.

Jules: "N-no, it's fine just..." She looked at the tail and her eyes got very wide as she was suddenly very distracted. "You know, it's okay that... uh....I mean it's not too big a deal 'cause, it's not like it's anything you haven't........seen.... I like your tail."

Tigra: She smiled, "Thanks... I kinda like it too..." she tucked her hair behind her ear, "So, you're okay? Not feeling too sick or anything? Maybe you should have something to eat?"

Jules: Julie's stomach bubbled. "No... G'lord, no more stuff in my stomach, not for a while!" She sighed and sprawled out back on her bed. "So you're a tiger-girl from the woods... can you explain that to me?"

Tigra: "Uh... I look like a tiger and I lived in the woods?" She replied a little confused about how much clearer that could be, "Lived out there for two years..." She sat down on the edge of Julie's bed, pulling her tail into her lap and watching the tip of it flick from side to side.

Jules: "Yeah but... like... why?" She watched the tail flick and got excited again. "I really wanna play with that...."

Tigra: "It's not a toy..." She eyed the girl carefully, "Don't pull it - it hurts." She frowned, "I ran away from home... they wouldn't let me go to college 'cause of how I look so I left...." she shrugged, "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Jules: "Yeah... I'm a runaway too... Home sucks, y'know?" She thought about home and wondered if she should call her brother. She reached for her phone and turned it on. It showed her there were 267 text messages. "Oh jeez." She looked at the voicemail box. 46. "Good Lord! People love talking to me!" She put the phone to her ear and skipped through most of the messages.

Jules: "7....7.....7......7....." she kept hitting delete until the messages about how much money she owed people went away. Finally she got to her brothers messages. They all were along the lines of "call me" and "I'm visiting for some of Summer Break" and "answer your phone you silly bitch". She sighed.

Jules: "I don't want to do this... not now... I can't handle seeing him now...."

Tigra: Tigra blinked, trying not to listen in. Her sensitive ears not making it easy. "Um... then don't?" She frowned, "I just called my folks for the first time in two years the other day and they still pissed me off and made me hang up. Only called so they'd know I was alive...."

Jules: "Yeah... I hear that..." She reached under her bed and looked at her bottle of alcohol stashed away from earlier. "Not worth it, huh?" She put it back under and pulled her mint-tin from under her pillow. Opening the tin up, she revealed six pre-rolled blunts. "Wanna blazze a 'J' with me?" She asked.

Tigra: She wrinkled her nose, the scent hitting her quickly. "Uh... I don't... um... I..." her tail freed itself from her lap and swished in her anxiety. "Never smoked before..."

Jules: "Well, it makes me feel better, always helps me calm down." She handed one to her. "Here, if you wanna try go ahead." She took her rainbow lighter from the bed stand and lit the end of her blunt. She breathed in deep and then let the puff of smoke out. "Awesome..." She whispered.

Tigra: Her senses protested almost immediately. "I uh...." She hopped over to the window and opened it, sticking her head out. "Wow... that smell is strong..." She blinked, her eyes watering a little.

Jules: "Yeah, but it's a great smell!" She loved smoking in her underwear. "Okay, so John is coming. My brother. Apparenlty he's coming tomorrow." She smiled wide.

Tigra: "Is that good?" The smell of the smoke made the girl's emotions hard to read. "Do you want to see him?" She crouched on the window ledge, her tail swishing from side to side.

Jules: "I dunno... He reminds me of my dad... of my past. And I'm not sure how I feel about that. Plus he always accuses me of sleeping with all the guys. And I haven't slept with any guys in like... five weeks!" She felt miserable talking about that. "Did you uh... look? Like... when you changed my underwear? Not that I care that much but..."

Jules: "I sort of just got out of being captured for a few weeks, I haven't had time to really do anything... down there.... In a while."

Tigra: Tigra regarded the other girl for a moment, "I only looked at what I needed to to see what I was doing. I'm not a pervert." Her posture stiffened slightly, "I would never look without permission."

Jules: "Oh..." wait, she needed permission? Does that mean she wants permission? Julie mulled it over about what it would be like with a girl and then smiled a bit. Then she thought of what it'd be like with a tiger girl and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She didn't know if she was turned on or turned off, but she clearly had some kind of a reaction.

Jules: She cleared her throat and looked away. "Oh... well... I mean it's fine even if you had for your own purposes, I just... wanted to apologize, is all. I uh... y'know... captive and all. But uh... yeah... what else happened? While I was completely shot in the head with alcohol?"

Jules: "And... is Tigra seriously your name? Is that what I call you? Tigra?"

Tigra: "Yes, it's my name." She curled her tail around herself, "At least as far as anyone else knows." She frowned, looking out over the dark garden. "Well after I picked you up and carried you inside... there was something else... but I don't think it's important and you really weren't yourself...." she spoke quickly, keeping hold of the end of her tail to stop it swinging about again.

Jules: "Um... Okay." She shrugged and took another puff of her blunt. "If that's how you feel, that's fine. Just tell me if it was stupid, that's all I care about."

Tigra: "Wasn't really stupid... just surprising..." she turned her head to look at her again, "Well... it was for me.... could be normal for you for all I know. I only just got here."

Jules: "Oh... Well it's not like I kissed you or something, right? So whatever. Don't sweat it." She shrugged again and finished her blunt. "You sure you don't wanna smoke, huh?"

Tigra: "Yeah... of course not..." her tone said otherwise... she shook her head, "And no thank you... I'm not entirely sure what effect it might have on me..."

Jules: ".... Your tone sounds unreal. What's going on? What'd I do?"

Tigra: She sighed, uncurling her tail and turning to face her properly. "You did kiss me. On the mouth."

Jules: She snorted and rolled her eyes. Then her eyes rolled back to her and she felt her heart race. "I... I WHAT?!" She stood up quickly and began to walk around her room in circles. She wanted to tell Tigra to get out, but at the same time that was rude. Right? I mean you're the one that shnookered, girl! She told herself. You did this! "Oh God... oh... God!" She needed to talk to someone. Now. Not Tigra... "I-"

Jules: "I'm sorry!" She pulled some purple sweatpants on and put her matching tank-top on. "I'm... I'll talk to you later, okay? I'm just... I'm sorry..." She pushed her hair out of her eyes and zipped out of the room, fighting back tears.

Tigra: Tigra blinked at the rapid exit of the other girl and hopped off the window sill, debating whether or not to go after her. She was extremely confused. Maybe she should just go and nap and wait to see what happened? Yeah. Napping sounded good. She yawned and headed back to her room.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Tue May 11, 2010 1:11 am

Darren: "Well, that was reletively painless," Darren said, waving bye to Anna as the jet took off, "Okay, rendevous with the newb in about six minutes, how're you finding the ride so far, fuzzball?" He asked over his shoulder at the new girl.

Tigra: "My name is Tigra." She glared at him, "And it's fine, I've been on a plane before..." She sat crouched on the seat, swinging her tail from side to side as she watched out of the window.

Darren: "And my name is Famous Ultimate Cool King Eternal Regent, but for some reason people call me by amusing nicknames," Darren said, grinning in a self-effacing way.

Tigra: Tigra rolled her eyes, "Don't make fun of me, I might take it out on the upholstery,"

Darren: "I make fun of everyone, why should you be so special? And why should I care, you'll be the one who'll had to repair it."

Tigra: "It'll be your fault." She wrinkled her nose, "I don't think I like you very much."

J: "His name is Darren." J told her from the co-pilot seat, trying to act the mediator. "And there is no need to take it out on the upholstery." He gave Tigra a smile, Cause I'd have to clean it up most likely regardless...

Tigra: Tigra turned to grooming herself. She quite liked how the black of her new skirt and halter top looked against her fur. She definately had to thank Selene.

Darren: "My name is God, and the word of God is, we're there, y'all," he pulled a face at that but shook it off, as he preped for landing.

Tigra: "Ohh yay!" She hopped off her chair and waited for the door to open.

J: "Please not too much blasphemy before we are out of the plane... I do not want to be too close when the bolt hits..." He smirked and unbuckled himself.

Adam: Adam had his arms folded, scowling as he scanned the sky. It was a little windy and cloudy, the rolling landscape covered in bending grass. He didn't want to leave Ireland.

Darren: "It's not blasphemy if it's true," Darren grinned as the plane desended from on high, "Aha, that looks like our guy down there."

Darren: "Man, and I thought I looked alternative," he added.

Tigra: Tigra turned to look out of the window, flexing her toes, her claws scraping on the floor. "Has he got green hair?"

J: "That is actually sort of scary... Can we just tell them we could not find him?" He asked with a short back of a laugh.

Adam: He looked back to where the two social workers were waiting with the car, before spotting a plane. Well...that didn't look standard at all. His eyes widened as it got closer. Surely...that wasn't military spec, it couldn't be...he dropped his arms, rubbing his hands together nervously.

Tigra: The irony of her thinking someone else's hair was a funny colour was not lost on her and she giggled.

Darren: "Scarey? Say's the guy who used his mind bullets to knock out ten guards?" Darren raised an eyebrow at his co-pilot as the plane landed smoothly.

J: "But at least I dressed well to do it." He grinned.

Tigra: "Mind bullets?" Tigra raised an eyebrow, "Guards of what?"

Adam: Adam pulled out a cigarette packet simply for something to do, seriously glad he'd had his meds just before coming here as he lit up, hand only shaking slightly. He didn't want to do this. He was being picked up by...other freaks and being taken God-knew-where and...fuck, that plane was cool.

Adam: Despite his...heh, misgivings and nervousness, there was a small part of him that was excited - he'd never been on a plane and had certainly never met anyone like himself.

Darren: "If you call those diving gimp suits well dressed, I think you need your fashion sense transplanted," Darren said as he started to open the door, "Okay kiddies, good to go, just try not to scare the poor sap."

Tigra: "Maybe I should come out last..." Tigra chewed her lip, "People tend to be a bit funny about fur...."

J: "Oh... Those... Yes, those need a bit of a make over... I was talking about my street clothes." He laughed and fidgeted with the sleeves of his suit. J got up and made his way to the opening door. "That might be a good idea." He nodded to Tigra.

Adam: Adam fidgeted with a fake dread as he looked back to the social workers, who smiled at him encouragingly, before looking back to the plane as the door began to open. The wind bought strange scents, and he automatically raised his head to catch them curiously.

Tigra: She tucked her russet hair behind her pointed ears and stood to one side to let the others step out ahead of her.

Darren: Darren pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck it between his lips as he made his way to the door, looking every inch the scruffy-reprobate.

Adam: ...For some reason he was expecting silver robot men to trundle out and spout about peace and understanding...too many B-movies.

Darren: He tossed the guy a lazy salute as he disembarked, "Yo, dude."

Adam: Adam blinked, somehow a little disappointed with the first one he saw. No tentacles. Not yet, anyway...he didn't have a scent though, which was odd. "...Hi?"

J: "Hello Adam." He smiled as he stepped out behind Darren.

Tigra: Tigra walked out slowly, after J. Slightly irritated that the wind direction made it impossible for her to scent the other people there.

Adam: Ah, a suit. Yup, this was...nicely official. Adam relaxed a little. "Wow, you psychic? Because I don't believe I've introduced myse-the fuck is that?" He outright stared at the tiger-girl-thing. "You go to a Japanese convention on the way or something?"

Tigra: Tigra bit her tongue, holding back a retort. She was going to have to get used to this sort of reaction all over again. She waved. "Hi."

Adam: "It speaks?"

J: "Ah, no, she actually had the decency to show up at the school without us having to get her." He laughed.

Darren: Darren snorted, a spark of energy shooting from his finger and lighting his cigarette, "Heh, she's our mascot dude, don't worry."

Tigra: She narrowed her eyes at the back of Darren's head.

Darren: Darren grinned, turned his head around and winked at Tigra before walking over to Adam, "Nice to meet you, ah'm sure. My name's Darren Kent, you smoke?" He shook his cigarette packet at him.

Adam: Adam blinked at the cat-woman, not precisely scared of her but fascinated. "...Wow." The Irishman shook his head. "Well, I guess you guys are my ride." He scowled again to hide the lump in his throat, a social worker coming up with a piece of paper to sign. "Ah, yeah, someone'll have to sign for the parcel." He smirked.

Tigra: She flicked her tail from side to side, even more irritated now. Mascot indeed.

J: "And I am John Graves, but most people call me J. Like the letter." He smiled, "I'll handle the paper work." He moved over to speak with the social worker.

Darren: "He get's to do the paperwork since he's got a sensible hair-cut," Darren nodded, looking down at Adam's cases, "that all ya got, Twi'lek?"

Tigra: "You can call me Tigra." She told the boy, "And I'm not a mascot. Darren's just an asshole."

Adam: Adam snorted. "They're not real, and that's good, 'cause so'm I." He didn't look at the Yanks, keeping his eyes lowered as he finished his cigarette, before looking back over the scenery. Fuck, he was going to miss this place. "Yeah. Don't own much." He shrugged, rubbing his hands together again.

Tigra: The wind abated and Tigra used the opportunity to take a cursory sniff of the air to see if she could get anything useful scent-wise.

J: J filled out the paper work quickly, and looked it over once more to make sure everything was as it was supposed to be and handed it back over with a smile and a nod. "Alright, that bit is done." He said walking back over to the group and the uncomfortable silence between them.

Darren: "You're an asshole too? Never woulda guessed," Darren grinned, "bet I'm a bigger one than you though."

Adam: The social worker finished with the paperwork and came over to Adam, holding his hand out. Adam looked down at it and sneered. "Whatever, you don't like me and I'm nothing to do with you." He spat in gaidlig. "Not now the paper's been signed. Fuck off." He pushed past him to his bags.

Tigra: She wrinkled her nose at the scent of blood, wondering where the blood was from. Her eyebrows went up. Poor guy was scared... there was the normal response. Aggression.

J: "This is not really a competition I believe would be beneficial for those around you. Think that venture maybe an endevor for when you two are alone." He said pleasantly.

Darren: Darren raised an eyebrow and replied in the same language, "Huh, looks like I've got some decent competition, friend."

Adam: Adam froze, turning to look at the punk, eyes narrowed before he smirked and grabbed his bags. "I don't believe in competitions." He said in English, accent thick. "Let's just say I don't like being bothered. We going or what?"

Darren: "Shame, I'm highly competetive," Darren said, switching back to english also, "Sure thing, all aboard the love-jet," he made his way back up to begin preping for take-off.

Tigra: The wind picked up again and Tigra ruffled her fur against it. "Yeah let's get back on the jet." She put a hand on her hair to keep it from blowing into her face.

J: J shook his head as he followed Darren inside, climbing into the co-pilot seat once more and helping prep.

Adam: Adam looked back one last time at his beloved County Galway, grip tightening on his bags, before biting his lip and shaking himself out of it. He'd be back in a matter of weeks, when this lot got sick of him. He blurred into the plane, stopping at the interior. "...Wow."

Tigra: Tigra hopped back up onto her chair and crouched, watching Adam. Her tail tip flicked from side to side just off the floor. He moved fast.

Darren: "I know, sit down before you fall down," Darren said, his arms from the elbow down turning techno-organic as he fused with they jet's controls.

Adam: He placed his bags down, taking a seat away from the others, sniffing curiously as he ran gloved hands over the seats, before watching what the punk's arms were doing. Well, staring. Fuck, they really were freaks like him, weren't they? He quickly stopped petting the arm of his seat.

Tigra: The enclosed and not windy space gave a further opportunity to imprint a scent. She wasn't going to miss it. But she was still not going to be obvious about it.

J: J sent to him smiling.

Adam: That was met with the screech of metal from the arm of his seat being almost crushed in his grip, Adam's eyes widening as he tried to kill the sudden panic having a voice that wasn't his echo in his head. Fuck, fuck, please don't-

Darren: "Hey, hey, hey!" Darren called over his shoulder at the sound of metal protesting, "the fuck you think you're doing!?"

Tigra: Tigra nearly fell off her chair at the sudden strong scent of fear. She dug her claws in, which caused more damage to the seat given her enhanced strength.

Darren: "Quit fucking with the seats!"

Adam: Adam closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing and so very, very glad he had his meds in his system still to keep him calm. "Wh-whatever th-that was, please don't do it again." He managed, voice shaking.

Darren: "Other people gotta sit on 'em!"

Tigra: "Sorry!" Tigra hopped off her chair and went to sit on the floor by Adam, "You okay?" She curled her tail around her.

J: J turned in his seat to see the commotion, already hearing in his mind everything Adam was screaming mentally. "Then you really need to calm down."

Darren: "What'd I miss?" Darren asked, "what's up, you don't suddenly have a fear of flying or anything, do ya?"

J: "I spoke to him mentally." He told him, "He's broadcasting loud enough I couldn't keep him out."

Tigra: Tigra chewed her lip, she didn't think it was fair to tell everyone that the guy was just scared. She looked over at J, "Probably shouldn't do that before you tell someone you're a telepath...."

Adam: Adam pulled his knees up to his chest, putting his forehead on his knees and forcing himself to calm. "Fine. I'm fine. No problem." He murmured. "Just - stay out of my fucking head."

Darren: "Don't you have shields?" Darren asked, while he was immune to telepathy he was dateing a psychic, "okay, everyone strap in, we're about to take off."

Adam: "...Shields?" Adam risked relaxing a little. "I've never fucking met another fucking fre-mutant, what do you fucking think?!"

Tigra: Tigra willed herself calm, managing a small quiet purr for the new guy in the hope it would help him calm down too. Even if he wasn't a cat, most humans found the sound of a cat purring quite soothing.

J: "Not my fault he doesn't know better to call people names." He frowned, "And if he is going to think so loudly I can't help but hear." He turned to Adam. "I am sorry." And smirked as he caught himself from repeating the 'freak' statement. "If you are this sensitive, will be something we need to work on first with him, don't you think?" He asked Darren.

Darren: "Actually that was to both of you," he shot single-letter-J a look, "you should be able to keep out unwanted thoughts, or you been sleeping through Chuckle's classes?"

J: "I can, but if he directs them at me I can still hear them." He shot back.

Adam: It certainly worked on Adam, who relaxed enough to uncurl and do as he was told, tightening his gloves and raking his hands through his fake dreads. He shot the...J kid a filthy look, before looking back at the cat curiously. "Wasn't directin' at no one."

Tigra: "Stop arguing, you're not helping...." She said, calmly. She looked up at Adam, giving him a small smile when he uncurled.

J: "You called the three of us 'freaks'." He replied, "In polite society, that is an insult." He shrugged his shoulder.

Darren: Darren looked between the two, "Wait, ah'm confused, Adam, you were projecting at single-letter-J?" He shot the new guy a suspecious look, his background check had cleared but it wouldn't be the first time someone had planted a student at the school.

Tigra: "I've been called worse things, J. It's fine, I don't find it offensive...." She rested her head on her knees, keeping up the purr because it was working on Adam... although it was also making her sleepy.

Adam: "No! I don't know! For fuck's sake, as far as I'm concerned I'm a freak of nature, alright? Just - fucking - stay out of my head!" Adam rubbed his face.

J: "I do." He shook his head, "Lets just get out of here." Newbies....

Tigra: She lifted her head to look at Adam again, "You think you have problems? At least you can go outside without getting stared at...." she gave him a sleepy smile.

Adam: "Why do you think I dress like this?" Adam smirked at her.

Darren: "You'll get psychic shield training at the school, par for the course," Darren said, shooting the new guy another wary look before taking off, Yep, been plenty of plants, I'm one of them!

Tigra: Her smile became a grin, "You seen what I'm wearing?" She got to her feet, "Gotta give them a good reason to stare..."

Adam: "That's...that's good." Adam purposely ignored the amount of skin that was being shown, staring out of the window as Ireland fell away beneath them. Vertical liftoff? Cool...wonder what sort of place this is that it's got its own mil-spec jet...?

Tigra: She swished her tail and hopped back into a seat, taking the one next to Adam this time.

J: J smirked, but refrained from answering him and kept his eyes on the window in front and the controls in front of him.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Tue May 11, 2010 7:06 am

Jules: Julie hurried around in a panic, her face stricken with fear. She ran down the hall to Alex's room and banged on the door hard. Very hard. WIth her good hand. It was still her good hand, right?

Alex: Alex looked up at the banging and called across the room, "It's open."

Tigra: Tigra had been trying to work out how she used to write when she heard something banging down the hallway. She frowned and got up, opening her door and sticking her head out into the corridor to investigate. "What's with the noise?"

Jules: Julie zipped to Tigra, grabbed her by her arm, and yanked her into Alex's room.

Jules: "You two have to see this!" She cried out, her eyes big and puffy from crying. "Something's wrong with me! Something's wrong with me!"

Alex: He just blinked at Julie's wailing and a cat girl he'd never seen before, not exactly sure which he was supposed to be focusing on...

Tigra: Tigra eeped as she was dragged boddily into some guy's room. "I'm not decent!" She wailed - she was in her underwear. Sure it was nice underwear but still....

Jules: "Look! Look at this!" She tore off her bandages and shoved her perfectly normal, average, hand into Alex and Tigra's faces. "Look at this! I'm a FREAK! A super Freak! I'm super FREAKYYYY!" She wailed.

Tigra: "Uh... look at what? It's a hand...." She blinked, "What's wrong with it?"

Jules: "That's the thing! There's nothing wrong with it! Don't you see?!"

Alex: Alex managed to force his gaze away from the cat girl and to Julie's hand, "T-that's... great. It's, uh, better..."

Tigra: Tigra frowned, "I'm not sure I follow you... it's bad that there's nothing wrong with it?" She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a little exposed in the lacey underwear.

Jules: "No it's not just better, it's FINE! There's nothing wrong with it at all!" She grabbed Alex by the cuff of his shirt and pulled him towards her. "Don't you see what this means?! I'm a self-hearler or something! I like... sub-consciously get better!"

Alex: "Gah!" He lurched forward as she pulled, hand going to her wrist in an attempt to get her to stop ruining his shirt, "Isn't that a, um, good thing?" Alex quickly gave the other girl an apologetic look, then glanced back to Julie.

Jules: She looked at her hand and let go of Alex. She then turned to Tigra and frowned. "I don't know... is it? Is that... okay? Is it a side effect of the serum? I think my Rainbow is starting to come back soo...."

Tigra: "We could test it if you like?" Tigra extended her claws, "I have accelerated healing, myself. It's quite handy really..."

Jules: "No!" Julie guarded her hand again. "No, no, no! I think it's like... overnight!"

Tigra: She retracted her claws, swishing her tail, "Well suit yourself...." she looked at Alex, "Hi, by the way... I'm Tigra... New."

Alex: "Hey," he managed a weak grin, "Alex."

Jules: Julie slumped on Alex's bed. "I hate my life." She confessed.

Tigra: Tigra frowned, eyeing Julie, "Um... you don't mean that... do you?" She chewed her lower lip, tail flicking from one side to the other every so often.

Alex: Alex shifted uncomfortably but scooted to sit next to Julie, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "It'll get better. You're just having a rough time right now."

Tigra: Tigra edged a little closer to Julie and crouched in front of her, wrapping her tail around herself. "Um... what's so bad about healing fast?"

Jules: "I don't want to be anymore of a freak! I attract so much trouble! I just want to be normal!"

Tigra: Tigra frowned again, "You attract trouble? Have you even looked at me? Jeeze, everyone in this place whines about being a 'freak'.... at least you can go out without being stared at!" She folded her arms.

Alex: He winced at Tigra's words. He could see where she was coming from, but he couldn't imagine Julie taking that well.

Jules: "I.... I...." She tried to sort out how to even respond to that. "I've been sexually assaulted, captured, tortured, and I had a deadly mutant virus that almost killed me!" She shot up and pointed a finger at Tigra. "You're a gorgeous unique, mutant girl! You're not a plain-looking freak like me who attracts all the shitty guys in the world!" She looked to Alex. "Present company excluded."

Tigra: "You think I haven't had my share of trouble?" She shook her head, "I had to walk nearly nine hundred miles to get here from Chicago because no one stops for a mutant. I almost killed a guy because he thought it was okay to force me to sleep with him because he was the 'alpha male'." Her tail tapped on the floor, "Don't try to pretend you're the only one with problems. Life sucks, but people deal."

Jules: Julie curled up on Alex's bed. "Nevermind." She said, angrily. She hated getting into one-up matches. "I don't care, okay?"

Alex: He gave a slight smile at being excluded from shitty guys but looked between the two, not exactly sure what to say. He figured it was better to keep his mouth shut to preserve his life. One could tear him to shreads and the other death would be quick if Julie was feeling nice...

Tigra: Tigra sighed, "Look... it's never as bad as you think it is at the time..." She moved forward and put a hand on Julie's leg, "I'm sorry okay, lost my temper... But you don't mean it... people never mean it when they say that..."

Jules: "I just want to have a normal month..." She said with a long sigh. "For the first time... since Mom died." She shot up, her eyes wide. "Oh shit, my brother is here in like an hour!"

Tigra: Her eyebrows raised and she removed her hand, "Uh... you gonna go meet him?" She vaguely remembered being confused about whether or not his visit was a good thing the day before.

Alex: Alex cringed a bit at the mom dying part but decided the change of subject meant it was safe to speak, "I can come with you to explain, if you want."

Jules: "Explain?" Oh, right, the abduction thing. "Yeah... that'd probably be for the best. I should be down at the door when he gets here. Long flight from Albequerque, y'know?"

Tigra: "Well in that case..." Tigra got to her feet, "I'm gonna go back to my room and put some clothes on in case I get dragged around by any more crazy people.... Nice meeting you, Alex..." She waved vaguely at them both and headed for the door.

Alex: "Yeah, you too..." he replied, getting up and offering his hand to Julie, "Let's get this over with, then."

Jules: "Yeah... let's." She sighed and reached for his hand. Once she was pulled up, she decided it was a good time to distract herself. "Secret area first..." She whispered into his ear with a wink.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Tue May 11, 2010 11:14 am

Tigra: Tigra perched on the railing on the patio, looking out over the gardens. Her tail flicked lazily from side to side, the heat of the sun making her feel sleepy already and it wasn't even midday. She yawned and stood up on the rail to stretch, brushing her hands over her hotpants and her white top before dropping back into her crouch.

Adam: Adam wasn't actually all that much of a smoker, the taste almost making him feel sick sometimes and the smell...but if he was nervous, or around other people that smoked, it was an automatic thing. And hell if he wasn't nervous right now, which was why he slipped out onto the patio, shivering slightly in a long-sleeved tee and black jeans, fake red cyberlocks in his hair today.

Adam: He paused when he saw the cat-thing - Tigra? - from the plane ride, unnaturally blue eyes narrowed slightly. So long as it wasn't that alphabetical kid, he didn't give a shit. "Afternoon." He murmured warily, sliding out a cigarette. He'd just taken his midday meds, and wasn't coming out of his room unless he had so...yeah. He should be fine.

Tigra: Tigra caught the scent before she heard the voice, she turned her head, "Hi Adam... how are you settling in?" She stood up on the rail and turned around to face him before sitting down on it and crossing her legs.

Adam: He scratched his arm, unlit cigarette dangling from his ear. "...Slowly." His voice was hoarse as his eyes flicked past her to the forest beyond. At least it wasn't in the middle of the city, like he'd been afraid it would. "It's...very...different."

Tigra: She smiled, "Oh yeah, it's that alright...." She pulled her tail around into her lap, the tip tapping on her leg, "Full of some very interesting people too..." She looked over her shoulder at the trees, "Takes a bit of getting used to..."

Adam: Adam took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicking it between his gloved fingers. "The hell are you anyway? Were you born like that or did you just get fuzzy one day?" He dug in a pocket for a lighter.

Tigra: Tigra watched him for a moment, "You know... you're the first person that's asked me that since they found me in the woods." She looked down at her tail tapping in her lap, "It happened when I was at school... Lost my temper with a group of jerks and..." she gestured at herself, "They didn't bother me again...."

Adam: "So I'm not the only one to go through a traumatising time to end up a freak." Adam snorted, finally lighting up his cigarette, only taking a small drag. "Fan-fucking-tastic." He scratched a pointed ear, stepping forward and a little away from the cat girl and absently running his gloved fingers over the rail.

Adam: "What the hell is this place about, anyway? All I got told was it was some fucking rich wanker with an interest in freaks."

Tigra: "It's a college..." her own ears were on a constant swivel, following sounds around them that caught her attention. "That's why I stayed... Really wanted a college education...." She shrugged, "Near as I can figure this is some kind of safe haven for people like us.... all the students and all the staff are mutants."

Adam: "College?" Adam looked up at her, cigarette in his fingers. "You're kidding me. It's a fucking college? Ffft." He muttered something in gaidlig under his breath and took another drag. "Yeah, the idea of being around a lot of people like me doesn't exactly fill me with a warm, brotherly feeling, you know." He rubbed the inside of a wrist absently.

Tigra: "What's wrong with it being a college?" She hopped off the railing and stretched again, touching her toes, "Apart from being full of mutants, it's pretty normal I think... But I reckon if you really hate it they won't make you stay.... It's not a prison. No bars on these windows."

Adam: "Oh? And where the fuck else am I meant to go? You know where you guys picked me up from? A fucking foster house for kids with no family." Adam sneered, taking another small drag. "I don't get choices where I go. Not that it fucking matters, they'll find somewhere else to shift me to when I fuck up here."

Tigra: She frowned, "I don't know... where do you want to go? And what makes you so sure you won't like it here?" she gave him a curious look, "This isn't a foster home, we're not gonna try and be a family... at least I don't think we are... friends sure, if you want...."

Adam: "I don't want fucking family, and if I wanted friends I'd be all buddy-buddy, wouldn't I?" Adam easily boosted himself to sit on the railings, not actually looking at Tigra properly. "Like I said, I won't be around here long enough to get to know anyone. They'll move me on soon enough." He took a drag, glancing at her tail again, almost curiously.

Adam: "How do you...deal...with being like that?"

Tigra: "Who's gonna move you on? You think the staff will? No way, there's some crazy people here..." She hopped up onto the railing again, perching on all fours and leaning over to look straight down at the lawn, her tail swishing behind her. "I like looking like this." She told him, "A lot, actually."

Adam: "...There's crazy people here? So wait, this place is an asylum as well as a college? Oh fucking fantastic." Adam rolled his eyes, hoarse voice dripping in sarcasm. "This is fucking great. Well, I'm happy you're good with looking like an animal. I'm sure furry conventions must be real good for you." He hunched over, narrowed eyes glaring at the wall.

Adam: He wasn't going to admit it, but he really missed Ireland.

Tigra: Tigra giggled at his reaction to the crazy comment, "They're not crazy in a dangerous way... at least I don't think so..." She frowned, "Just in a seriously needing some ritalin kinda way...." she wrinkled her nose. "You're not the first person to suggest that as a career move, either... but I don't want that. I want a research career... something in chemistry or biology.... or both."

Adam: "Good fucking luck with that, looking like you do." Adam muttered, rubbing his nose. "You ever find a way to reverse being a mutant, give me a call."

Tigra: She shrugged, "If you don't make it such a big deal, other people won't make it such a big deal..." She spotted a butterfly and watched it progress towards the wall. "And if they do make a big deal of it then they're not worth it..." she jumped off the wall and landed on the butterfly, catching it in her hands.

Adam: Adam watched her for a moment before snorting, taking another small drag, cigarette already burnt down a fair ways. "In case you didn't get it the first time, I don't like being a mutant. I hated it from the moment I 'manifested'." He did the air quotes, leather of his gloves creaking. "And I don't see me liking it any time soon."

Adam: He tossed the remainder of the cigarette, half-hoping the simple creature would chase it.

Tigra: She let the butterfly go and watched it flutter off, before turning and jumping up the six feet to the top of the rail in one leap. She sat down on it again. "What's so bad about it? I mean... at least you look normal... Well... you would without the weird dress sense...."

Adam: Adam stared into space. "...You know, there's a question I won't answer outside a shrink's office. You a shrink?" He gave her a grin.

Tigra: "Not the last time I checked... my mom is though..." She rolled her eyes, "In case you're wondering, she thinks there's something wrong with me because I like how I look now...."

Adam: "Well, there's your answer." Adam shrugged, staring at the wall again. "And if you like it, well, bully for you. I couldn't care less." He looked up at the building, swinging his legs a little. "Each to their own. Just don't preach to me how oh-so-fucking-wonderful it supposedly is, because I'll start getting nasty."

Tigra: She hunched her shoulders, "I'm not gonna pretend it's not hard..." She frowned, "But well... Like you said, there's no 'cure' so... may as well make the best of it - Make some lemonade out of those lemons." She turned her head to look at him, "What is it you do anyway? I saw you move pretty fast before... is that it?"

Adam: Adam snorted, though there was a small part of him that really wished he could be that positive about his. "No. Got a complete mix that makes no damned sense." He shrugged. "I don't know everything I can do. Never bothered to really find out. All I know for sure is strength, speed, senses and...these." He raised a hand, and nearly a foot of razor-sharp boneblade slid out with a 'snakt'.

Tigra: "Woooow..." She stared, "They make my claws look like thumb tacks..." She moved along the rail for a closer look, "Where do they go?"

Adam: Adam blinked at her interest - that was something he really wasn't used to. Usually the sight of his blades made even the largest humans back off. But then...his eyes went to her hands. Yeah, she had claws too, of course she wasn't going to be bothered. "Uuuh..." He shook his head, disorientated for a moment. "M-my arm. I have a...sheath or something..."

Tigra: "That's really cool.... they sharp too?" She eyed the edge, reaching to touch it.

Adam: Adam glanced at her warningly, the blade disappearing into his arm with a 'snikt'. "Have a free word of warning, as you seem pretty nice. Don't try and touch me. I don't like it. And yes, they are, incredibly..." He rubbed his hands together. "...Incredibly sharp."

Tigra: "Oh... okay..." She dropped her hand to the rail again, her tail swished behind her but she kept an eye on it in case she accidentally hit him with it. "If you were worried about me cutting myself... don't be - I heal stupidly fast." She tried to reassure him.

Adam: "I'm not, particularly. I just don't like being touched." He hesitated, but hey, it gave him a good excuse and she'd only ask why. And...it wasn't precisely a lie. "Look, one of the senses things? It's touch. Super-fucking-sensitive or some such bollocks. That's why I wear these." He raised his hands and waggled his fingers. "So touching bad. 'Kay, kitty-cat?"

Tigra: She nodded, "Fair enough... My senses are pretty strong too... touch is... 'normal' except in my hands and feet.... Like a real cat." She looked at her palms, "But hyper-keen senses can be a bitch in the city...." she wrinkled her nose.

Adam: "Be a bitch anywhere. You try sharing a room with a guy who thinks 'personal hygiene' is optional." Adam shuddered. "He learnt."

Tigra: "Ew...." That was a point. She had a room to herself now, she really hoped whoever she ended up sharing with when the semester started was clean. "Hmm.... guess I can always move back to the woods if my room mate ends up being icky...."

Adam: "Yeah, 'cause clearly, living in that bramble patch is better than a bed." Adam snorted, glancing behind him at the forest. Fuck he missed Ireland. He pushed himself off the railing, smoothing thin hands over his PVC coat. "Love to stay and chat, but I have to get something to eat and then hide in my room some more. Feicfidh me roimh i bhfad thu." He smirked.

Adam: ((trans: See you soon))

Tigra: "I lived out there for two years, apart from the snow it was pretty nice actually." She called over her shoulder, "Have a nice day... don't hide too much or people will come looking for you..." She flicked her tail at him then hopped off the railing onto the lawn. She was going to find some shade to curl up and nap in.

Adam: Adam snorted. They were in for a hell of a surprise if they did. He went in, grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl as he went past and shined it on his coat as he walked, heading straight back up to his room.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Thu May 13, 2010 5:19 am

Tigra: Tigra jumped over the balcony and landed in the entrance hall. Her stomach had started complaining about its state of emptiness so she'd decided to abandon her attempts at writing a legible letter and get something to eat. She brought her backpack with her though, with a pen and some paper inside so she could practise while she ate. Following a scent-trail on the floor she wound her way towards the kitchen via the rec room.

Neena: "Toni, please eat," Neena coaxed, the pink rubber tipped spoon hovering at Toni's mouth. "It's banana, it's yummy!" Toni wouldn't budge, and Neena sighed. "Come on sweetheart, for mommy?"

Neena: She had slaved making mashed banana from scratch, thinking maybe the jarred food was too gross and accounted for Toni's refusal to eat, but now she had a bowl of mashed banana, and a tight lipped baby in a high chair. The situation remained the same.

Tigra: Tigra straightened up when she saw there was someone else in the kitchen - generally people thought you were strange if you crawled around on all fours. "Hi..." she smiled, sniffing the air. Strong smell of something.... fruit... the name of it escaped her. But baby! She waved at the child in the chair.

Neena: Neena turned towards the greeting and smiled. "Hi! How are you doing?" In her moment of distraction, Toni batted at the spoon in Neena's hand. Banana went flying onto the floor. Neena sighed again.

Tigra: "I'm doing... okay..." She replied carefully, she wasn't really sure how to measure how she was doing. She went to get some kitchen towel to wipe up the blob of food from the floor. "That baby yours?" She put her bag down on the island and bent to wipe up the mess, tail swishing in the air.

Neena: "Thanks, and ya, this is my daughter Antonia. We call her Toni," Neena wiped at the bit of banana that fell on the chair's tray and chucked Toni's plump chin gently. "And she is being a stubborn baby, right? Who's mama's stubborn girl?" Toni giggled mischeivously.

Tigra: "She's cute..." Tigra gave Toni a smile and put the messy paper towel in the trash. "Stubborn huh? Isn't that a natural state for kids?" She grinned, "I know I was stubborn as hell... still am actually..." she frowned, then moved over to the fridge to look for some food.

Neena: "Stubborn or no she needs to start eating real food. All she wants is breastmilk and I can't pump fast enough to keep up with her apetite anymore," Neena scooped up a bit of the banana and managed to get some into her mouth, but the baby promptly spat it back out. "How are you liking the school?"

Tigra: "It's okay..." She pulled out some chicken. "Taking some getting used to but... I think I'm getting the hang of it..." she opened the pack of chicken and put it on a plate. She looked over at Toni, "Maybe she doesn't like... that... whatever it is..." she still hadn't remembered the name.

Neena: "She doesn't like anything I give her that isn't goldfish or breast milk," Neena put the spoon down. "Are you going to...cook that?"

Tigra: "You tried eating it yourself to show her it tastes good?" She put the chicken in the microwave and set the timer for thirty seconds. "Don't like it cooked... too dry." She hit the button and watched the chicken rotate on the plate until it was warmed to room temperature.

Neena: "That can't be good for your health," Neena made a face. Microwaved raw chicken...oh yeah, she forgot how strange this place could be. "Those chickens are raised in god knows what conditions. It's probably reeking with E.coli," she dabbed her finger into Toni's bowl and licked off the banana. "I could eat her whole plate and she wouldn't budge. I think it's just a phase. That's what my mother said."

Tigra: "Sure she'll eat if she's hungry enough..." She took the plate out and sat down, "I was living on pigeons for two years that I had to catch myself... this is like gourmet food as far as I'm concerned." She took a bite.

Neena: "Ok ew, ew, ew," Neena got up and snatched the plate away as soon as she had put the chicken down. "You can not eat this. Let me fix it for you."

Tigra: Tigra blinked at her, "Hey! That's my lunch!" she reached for it, "I like it this way... I haven't had cooked food in forever...." her tail swished anxiously. She wasn't sure she'd like it if it was cooked.

Neena: "Well it's time you started eating it again, right?" Neena dumped the chicken into a frying pan with some olive oil and took out some tomatoes, which she chopped and threw onto the pan.

Tigra: She watched the tomatoes go into the pan and bit her lip, "I... um... please... it's fine, really.... you don't need to...." She knew it was hopeless by now but still... "I don't... um... I haven't eaten anything but raw meat for two years...."

Neena: "Great! You can seize the oppurtunity and start afresh," Neena added onions and a few herbs for good measure. The tomato began to release their juices and their smell. "I can't imagine going for so long without a cooked meal. How did you do it?"

Tigra: "Didn't really have a choice?" The smell was nice at least... her stomach agreed with another gurgle. "I didn't have any money when I left... couldn't get near an atm without people making a fuss... Did what I had to do to survive..." She shrugged, "It wasn't as difficult as it probably should have been... guess the instincts are strong..."

Neena: "Yeah...instincts," Neena still shuddered at the thought of eating raw meat. Something about killing it, then tearing it open with one's bare hands...like something out of Castaway. "It sounds gross to me."

Tigra: "Well... when you're starving... anything looks good... and pigeons are dumb so they're easy to catch..." Her tail tapped against the side of the island as she watched Neena cook, "And I didn't have to worry much about getting sick... I have that quick healing thing a few people seem to share around here..."

Neena: "I guess in that case it couldn't hurt," Neena flipped the chicken and glanced over at Toni, who was reaching for the spoon on the table. "Do you mind handing the spoon to her? She likes to play with it."

Tigra: "Sure..." she reached for the spoon then remembered she'd been handling raw chicken and got up to wash her hands first before passing the spoon over to the child. "There you go." She gave her a smile.

Neena: Toni took the spoon and stuffed it in her mouth awkwardly. Neena watched and smiled. "I wonder if I should just give her the bowl and see what happens. She loves playing with the spoon."

Tigra: "That could work too - maybe she wants to feed herself?" She grinned, her green eyes sparkling - she loved children, except when they pulled her tail. "Want me to keep an eye on her since you're occupied... least I can do..."

Neena: "Yeah, that would be great, I'm almost done here," Neena turned back to the frying pan. "She's a little wary of strangers though, she tends to ignore people until they get to close. Watch out if you want to preserve your hearing."

Tigra: "Okay no problem..." she picked up the bowl of mashed up food and put it on the little table on the highchair within reach of Toni and the spoon. "So what do you think, Toni? Wanna feed yourself for a change?" She was vaguely concerned that her fur would suffer for the offer but well... there was always a shower....

Neena: Toni regarded the spoon for a second before tossing it aside and sticking her hand in the bowl. Neena turned off the heat and dumped the chicken onto a clean plate with the pseudo sauce. "Here," she set the plate down before noticing Toni. "Ah, so that's what you wanted, you little elf," Neena kissed the top of Toni's head. "She just wanted to make a mess."

Tigra: Tigra giggled, "Oh well it was worth a try, huh?" She patted the little girl on the head gently then went to her own plate. She sniffed at it as she reached for a knife and fork. Did smell tastey... She cut a small piece of chicken and put it on her fork with a bit of tomato. Taking a breath she put it in her mouth.

Neena: "Well some of it is making it to her mouth," Neena observed as Toni sucked on her own fingers. "Well? How is it? Sorry its not bloody enough."

Tigra: She managed to swallow it, it was nice but the texture and flavour were completely alien to her. She smiled at Neena, "It's good..." She cut another small piece, "Different... but not bad..."

Neena: "Good," she nodded before going to the counter and getting some paper towels to clean up Toni. "Let's not be eating raw chicken anymore, yeah?"

Tigra: "Well... let's not be hasty..." Tigra said carefully, "I may be liking it now... but give it a few hours then we'll see..." She curled her tail around the stool she was sat on, "Used to love fruit and stuff... but since... well.... I don't know... Kinda forgot about it... Meat's very appealing... Especially steak."

Neena: "You'll get used to it," Neena said reassuringly. "I can assure you it's much better than killing pigeons."

Tigra: "Anything's better than killing pigeons." Tigra stated, "Trust me."

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sat May 15, 2010 1:07 am

Adam: Adam was lying on his back, full-length on a table, a pile of books beside him, his bag on the other side. He was reading Poe, simply because it was a book he didn't have. The gas mask was hanging off his bag and an oldschool Gameboy was poking out of the top, completely ignored, as he hummed hoarsely along to his music.

Tigra: Tigra pushed the door open and took a sniff of the air to see who was there. Ah the other new person. She stepped in and moved over to sit at a table that wasn't being lain on and put her bag down on it.

Adam: A finger was raised. "Why, oh kitty-like one, is a raven like a writing desk?" He pointed at her, his voice slightly slurred and not putting the book down.

Tigra: Her ear twitched towards him and she looked over her shoulder, "Uh..." She frowned, "What?"

Adam: "You heard me." Adam pulled out an earbud, smirking at her. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" He rubbed hs nose with a gloved hand, wrinkling it.

Tigra: She shrugged, "I don't know...?" She swished her tail and turned to pull out her pad of paper.

Adam: "Tch. Answer's right in front of you, pussy." Adam waved the book in his hands, a smug expression on his face. "Or...wait, you've never read Alice in Wonderland, have you?"

Tigra: She raised an eyebrow and shook her head slowly, "No...." She dug for a pen.

Adam: "Mmfff." Adam pushed himself up so that he was sitting cross-legged on the table instead. "Well, you should, you know. It's a good book. So's Through The Looking Glass." He turned the page, and after a few moment's silence stated - "The answer's Poe, anyway."

Tigra: "Oh... thanks..." She found her pen and put her bag down on the floor, opening the pad of paper and going back to trying to write. Stupid claws....

Adam: Adam watched her for a few moments, head cocked to the side slightly. "What're you writing?"

Tigra: "My name, right now..." She made a noise of frustration as she dropped her pen again, "Trying to write a letter but since I haven't written anything in two years my handwriting is awful..." She carefully picked up the pen and put it back to the paper, tonge caught between her lips in concentration.

Adam: "What is your name? Because...uh...I've heard about a lot of bastard parents but I can't believe anyone would be vindictive enough to name their daughter after a Thundercat, no matter what they look like." Adam grinned. "Not that Thundercats aren't cool."

Tigra: "The female cat in the Thunder Cats was Cheetarah." Tigra said patiently, "And no one needs to know my name except me. My parents don't like the name I chose for myself but they can bite me."

Adam: "Eh, same vein. Cheetarah was a cheetah, Tigra, well...yeah, easy to see where you got your inspiration from." Adam tossed aside the book and picked up his Gameboy, tossing it from hand to hand. "Hey, if you don't like your given name, can I call you Pussy?"

Tigra: She turned to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed, "No." She turned back to her paper then gave up writing and dug in her backpack for the only other item in there at the moment - her phone. "Why would you even ask that? You have to know I wouldn't like it."

Adam: "That's precisely why." Adam flashed her a grin, before switching on the Gameboy, the midi beeps of it powering up followed by the Tetris theme tune. "And because I think Tigra kinda sucks, if I'm honest. But hey, I can't talk. I call myself Toxic sometimes, if I'm mixing. You know, the 'toxic sharps' boxes?" He glanced up at her.

Tigra: "Don't know 'em... but I can't believe you're knocking my choice of name when you can call yourself that." She turned her phone on and frowned at the thirty text messages and twelve voicemail messages waiting for her. "Oh yeah, two years without a call. I hang up on you once a week ago and now this..." she rolled her eyes and deleted all the text messages without looking at them.

Adam: "Toxic sharps boxes are what you put used needles from injection syringes in when you're done with them. Hence the, y' know, toxic bit attached to the word sharp." Adam didn't look up from his game. "In the beginning, I had a lot of them. And some bright spark started calling me Sharpie because of that and the blades. Sonuva-"

Adam: He restarted the game. "Anyway. Toxic Sharpie kinda grew out of that. Why, what's your excuse, Tiggy?" He glanced up with a smirk.

Tigra: "Named the feral. Simple as that." Her tail tapped on the back of the chair as she perched on the seat. She pushed the button on her phone to check the voicemail. 'Greer, it's mom-' Delete. 'Please call back, your fa-' Delete. She deleted the next few from her mother towo and then: 'Greer, it's Si. Please call mom... she's worried. Or call me...' She glared at the phone. Delete.

Adam: A pointed ear twitched, but Adam didn't look up from the game. "Hah. Level ten, bring it, bitch. Feral, eh? Cute. Couldn't you have picked...I dunno, Hellcat or..." He looked up at her colouring. "Orange Lightning?"

Tigra: "Oh yeah because Hellcat would make me sound so much better... people at school were already scared of me... and no one would take me seriously if I called myself 'Orange Lightening'... that's just riddiculous..." She deleted the remaining messages and put the phone on the table. She left it on for now so she could watch it to see who called next.

Adam: "Oh, I dunno, everyone took Daxter seriously." The Gameboy beeped. "And besides, I'm sorry, but I can't take the name 'Tigra' seriously. Y' know, no offence, I'm sure you spent hours coming up with that name." He stretched back out onto his back on the table. "Oh, seriously, I would recommend you read any Lewis Carroll books. They're cool."

Tigra: "Daxter was a computer game character..." She shook her head, "And it's still better than my original name...." She hopped up onto the table and sat down, curling her tail around herself and picking up the pad of paper to renew her attempts. "And maybe I'll read them... but first I have to figure out how to turn a page without slicing into it."

Adam: "You're a cat, right? Retract your claws." Came the bored reply. "Cats have retractable claws, dogs don't, and remind me not to lend you my books until you've learnt. Oh yeah, level eighteen, I bloody own. Bring on the blocks. Yeah, I'm pretty protective of my books...you could probably view them on the...viewer...thingy."

Tigra: "They retract but not all the way..." She eyed the end of the claw on her thumb, "And fur on your hands makes handling paper difficult..." It was kind of a shame, she liked reading. She could still do it in the privacy of her room she supposed. At least for now, until she got put in with someone else.

Adam: "Yeah, I do it with gloves on. Almost as much fun, I guess. Glad I just happen to be fairly dexterous at handling things. Sweet, Adam Kilduff wins Tetris again." He switched off the Gameboy. "Hey, remind me to give you a website with all the good horrors on it. Can read them to your heart's content."

Tigra: "You make the assumption I have a computer to read them on... Two years in the woods, does not a good location for a laptop make." She froze as her phone vibrated on the table beside her, "Oh joy..." She looked at it.

Adam: Adam turned his head, stared at her, and then pointed behind her to the couple of computers lurking in the shadows. "And I know for a fact there's probably another computer around here. There always is, in a cushy setup like this. And I have a laptop. So...yeah." He wrinkled his nose and grinned at her.

Tigra: "I have a laptop, it's just in Chicago..." Well they weren't hanging up. "Ugh... I should have turned it off..." she picked the phone up and looked at the caller id. "I should answer this..."

Adam: "Up to you." He thought of what he'd caught on the phone. Eh, it wasn't his business. "But, you know, if you do? I'm pissing off." He jerked his thumb at the door. "So make up your mind."

Tigra: She chewed her lip, maybe she could just let whoever it was leave another message? Her tail tapped on the tabletop. "I don't know if I want to or not..." Her thumb hovered over the button that would transfer the call to the voicemail. She wished she knew who it was calling.

Adam: Adam shrugged. "Not like I care. I don't even know you." He looked up at the ceiling. "Just...y' know, make up your mind?"

Tigra: She frowned and put the phone to her ear, answering the call. "Hello?" "Greer! I was just about to hang up!" "Hi Simon..." She rolled her eyes, "Stop calling me that, okay?" She gave Adam an apologetic look and mouthed 'brother' at him. At least he wasn't as bad as her parents.

Adam: Adam rolled his eyes and nodded, pushing himself up and putting his books and Gameboy back into his bags. "Yeah. Enjoy speaking to your family." He saluted her lazily. "Maybe I'll see you around. Later, Tiggy!" With that, he blurred out of the library.

Tigra: She frowned again. At least Tiggy was better than pussy... "Yes, Simon, I'm still fuzzy..." She rolled her eyes, some things never changed.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sat May 15, 2010 9:17 pm

Jules: Julie punched as hard as she could into the hanging punching bag. It barely moved. She tried a few more times. She knew how to punch she just... wasn't great at it. Her blond hair kept brushing into her face, her training bra was sweaty from the chin ups and upside-down crunches she had done on the bar, and her pants were feeling clean as ever 'cause they were absolutely amazing material and whoever invented them for the team was a friggin' fashion-genius.

Tigra: Tigra was on the prowl again, stalking the halls and looking for something that caught her interest. She sniffed the air and caught Julie's scent mixed with... hmmm. She followed the scent to it's source, stopping just inside the door. "Hello."

Jules: "H'yah!" She rose her leg and kicked the hanging bag with her shin.

Jules: "Owwww!" She hopped back, holding her leg in pain as her face scrunched up. "Ow! Ow! Owie! Shoot!"

Tigra: Tigra raised an eyebrow and went over to her, watching her hop around. "Uh.... are you okay there?" Her tail ticked behind her as she watched her curiously, she put her hands out to try and steady her if she fell over.

Jules: "I just... I'm trying to... Arrgh!" She rushed at the bag with great speed, and threw her fist into the bag. The bag swung backwards, ripping out of the ceiling, and crashed into her bookshelf. "Ohhh! Nooooo!"

Tigra: Tigra flinched at the loud noise of things breaking. "You wanna be careful with that, you could hurt yourself..." She went and picked the bag up off the floor, "Probably want to make sure this is more secure before you go running at it like that."

Jules: "I hate this! I'm always going to get taken advantage of if I don't learn how to actually fight! But.... I don't really like hitting... I just want to learn Aikido, but it's so difficult!"

Tigra: "You just gotta learn how to use your skills to your advantage." Tigra told her, standing the bag up against the wall, "And you're not gonna learn it with that thing.... It's definately broken." She frowned, "Wasn't there some place with a computer and stuff?"

Jules: "Yeah...." She looked at her shin as she rubbed it. "I'm uh..... sorta scared of it...."

Tigra: She raised an eyebrow, "Well that's no way to win a fight..." She grabbed Julie's hand, "Come on. We're going to cure you of your fear."

Jules: "Whoa... whoa... what?" She felt herself getting dragged. "Eep!" She covered her eyes with her free hand and let herself get dragged, knowing it was for her own good but knowing she was also too afraid to commit.

Tigra: Tigra dragged her down to the Danger Room, she knew where it was but she hadn't tried to use it yet. Now was as good a time as any. The door opened and she pulled Julie in behind her. "Okay, so now you don't have to worry about breaking things. I'm going to teach you how to defend yourself. It's a very important skill."

Jules: "No... I mean... not really. I could just quit being a student here, right? Just go somewhere, act normal, be normal? Right?"

Jules: "I don't really need to fight!" She felt the cold of the large metal room and wanted to throw up from the sheer size of it. It shouldn't be this big, was all she could think. "How.... how does this place even work?"

Tigra: "Normal? You're a mutant now. There's no such thing as normal." She looked at the control panel and poked at buttons til a screen lit up. "Huh... cool..." she poked at a few more buttons and a simulated gym appeared. "That is really cool...." She looked around, "Doesn't smell real but still... pretty impressive."

Jules: "Gah!" Julie flinched repeatedly as things began to appear out of thin air. "What is going on? Is this... did we teleport somewhere? Or did these things teleport here?"

Tigra: "It's a simulation... fake... holograms..." She poked one, "Looks real, feels real... isn't real." She turned to look at Julie, "But it won't break, so...." she looked down at her clothing. Something was going to get ruined. She sighed.

Jules: "Oh wow!" She poked the big metal computer thing. "Alright so... what does this button do." She pushed a button and a large tyranasaurus rex dropped onto some various work-out machines. It roared loudly. "Ohmigod!" Julie cried and hid behind the computer.

Tigra: Tigra blinked at the sudden appearance of a dinosaur. "Oh great... Maybe you should just not press anything.... Wait... what did you press?" She looked back at the console, "How do you make it go away?" One ear was turned towards the t-rex and she watched it out of the corner of her eye. "Julie? What did you press?"

Jules: "I don't know!" Tears were streaming down her face as the T-Rex bit into a large weight machine and shook it violently. "Hruurrrgh!"

Tigra: Tigra rolled her eyes, "Great." She turned around in time to get smacked in the face by the flying weight machine. "Ow..." She shook herself and stood up. "Okay. Find the button... I'll... distract the big guy..." White top! She pulled the string on the neck of her halter top and pulled it off, tossing it over to Julie. "Don't get blood on it." She crouched, "Okay, big green and ugly..." She jumped on it, "Tag! You're it!" She leapt off and landed in the far corner. "Come get me!"

Jules: Julie pulled herself to the panel, barely able to see the buttons through her tear soaked eyes. "Okay... okay" She punched a button. The work-out gym became a vast field, and before the Rex was a man in shining armor. "Merlin!" King Arthur shouted. "Merlin the dragon! I need Excalibur, Merlin! ... Merlin?"

Jules: The Rex eyed the Armored King with great pleasure and promptly dropped his head, chomping him in one, painful, screeching, bite.

Jules: "Oh my GOD!" Julie cried out, punching more buttons. Suddenly the entire scene became covered in ocean water, the rex barely able to swim with his tiny arms, but he pushed through like any water-lizard and struggled towards Tigra. Julie was protected by a large airbubble (being she was infront of the console.) "Oh shit! Sorry!"

Tigra: "Gah!" The floor disappeared beneath her. "No! My fur!" She wailed. She hated getting wet! She swam out of the way of the giant lizard then dug her claws into it's shoulder, clinging on to it and scratching away.

Jules: Julie punched another button and the large T-Rex landed with a wet, scaley, thud, on a basketball gym. Kobe Bryant swore like a Drunk Navy Officer and began to run, while dribbling, off the court. The rest of the Lakers followed suit. "What the?"

Tigra: Tigra rolled out of the way before the soggy dinosaur landed on her. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Find the damned button!" She shook herself, trying to rid her fur of the icky wet feeling. "Or you can play the distraction and I'll stand safely by the console."

Jules: "No! Nonono!" She punched the button and the dinosaur went away, replaced by a tiger. "Oh well that's just ironic." Julie said. She punched another button. They were back in the gym, but the tiger was still prowling and looking at Tigra with great ... curiosity?

Tigra: Tigra raised her eyebrow at the simulated tiger, "Er... get rid of it... I don't like how it's looking at.... oh God..." she backed up, crouching on all fours and growling at the sim. "Turn it off!"

Jules: "I... I uh..." She looked down and saw that the console in fact had a plug and that plug was in a socket in the floor. "Well, der." She bent over and pulled it out. The sytem went entirely dark, all the lights, everything. It was pitch black. "OHMIGOD!" She screeched. "Help me! HELP ME!"

Tigra: Tigra sighed with relief and made her way back over to the hysterical girl. "Calm down, it's just the lights - what did you expect when you pull the plug?" She picked it up and put it back in, placing a hand on Julie's shoulder.

Jules: The power kicked back on and there was a loud, female voice, that said "Danger Room Console back online." It gave the date and the time and then paused before saying "For Record: Juie Power, No. Touch. Ee."

Jules: Julie frowned. "Man, even the computers don't want me near them."

Tigra: Tigra giggled. "Okay. Let's try that again." She selected the same scene they'd started with and took Julie by the shoulders, steering her away from the console. She bent and picked up her top then put it on the console for safe keeping. "Now Julie." She stood in front of her. "Hit me."

Jules: "No! That's bad! I don't hit!"

Tigra: "If you don't hit you get caught or killed. Which would you prefer?" She raised an eyebrow, "You want to defend yourself? The best defence is a good offence."

Jules: "Fine." She raised her fist and .... carefully.... slowly... connected it with Tirgra's cheek. "There. Done. Let's go get some lemonade."

Tigra: "Oh no you don't. That was pathetic." She caught Julie's wrist, "Do I have to be more threatening? Because I can be." A slow preadatory grin spread across her face, "I can be very threatening."

Jules: Julie felt she should've been scared but... for some reason she felt... turned on? "Oh God..." She said aloud. She slapped Tigra across the face. "Stop! Bad kitty!" She cringed as she tried to yank her wrist free "No!" and with great speed, she slipped her wrist out of Tigra's hand, and quickly returned the favor, grappling Tigra's wrist and twisting it around like her Youtube Aikido Instructor had taught her to.

Tigra: "Much better!" Tigra encouraged her, then pushed up off the floor with her feet, flipping over Julie's head and landing behind her, freeing herself. She crouched on all fours, tail swishing behind her. "What if I tackled you?" She didn't give her time to answer, launching herself forwards, aiming for her middle to pull her down.

Jules: "No, no, no!" Julie zipped out of the way, and cowered a little further to the left of Tigra. "Don't claw me!"

Tigra: Tigra landed and slid on the floor, claws scraping til she stopped and turned around to face Julie again. This was fun. She ran at her again, "Claws are in, I promise!" She grinned and jumped into the air.

Jules: "Gah!" Julie was about to zip when she remembered her Aikido Trainer (Mike Wenstell from Shaboygan) told her to reflect. Throw your weight into an oncoming attack, and put it down. Thankfully her brain worked as fast as her body (due to her mutation), and she remembered an entire reflect move before Tigra was even a foot from Julie.

Jules: Jules reached her arm out, grabbed one of Tigra's extended paws (hands?) and pulled her down to the ground, flipping her on her back, and stepping on her chest with her bare foot. "Hi-YAH!"

Tigra: Tigra let out a very undignified yelp as she felt herself pulled from the air and slammed onto the floor. She coughed, winded, as she looked up at her. "Nice one." She grinned, shifting her weight a little to free up her tail from underneath her. "And you were worried you couldn't defend yourself."

Jules: "I... I.... I'm really fast! Ohmigosh this whole time I was concerned about strength! Whoo Hoo!" As she threw her arms in the air, with tremendous joy and glee, her fists snapped and burst, crackling as rainbow lights shot out of them. "What the hell!" She looked at her hands and instantly wanted to cry again. "What's going on!?" She held her hand up to Tigra's face for her to look, but as she did, they shot out a small, quick ray, of rainbow light, a burst of energy disguised as rainbow light at least.

Tigra: Tigra yowled as the light hit her, not only was it bright but it hurt! She put her hands to her face and curled up on the floor.

Jules: "OhmiGOD! I am so sorry!" She looked at her hands and shook them, and they quickly returned to normal. "I don't know what happened, I am so sorry Tigra!" She bent down and lifted her head. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Tigra: "Owww....." she touched her face gingerly. "I'm okay... just... God... remind me not to piss you off....." She sat up, curling her tail around her, "Well, I don't think you have to worry much about defending yourself..." She gave Julie an awkward smile.

Jules: Julie felt terrible and hugged Tigra tightly. "I'm sorry, friend!" She kissed Tigra's cheek, to make it better.

Tigra: Tigra 'oof'ed at the sudden hug and gently hugged back. "I'm fine, don't worry... not sure you can really do me any permanent damage anyway - I heal stupidly fast..." She gave Julie a proper smile now, "Wanna get that lemonade?"

Jules: Julie looked down at Tigra's chest and suddenly realized that she was topless. She had a very thin, lacey bra on, but it wasn't really a sports bra like Julies' was. "Uh.... You have no top on." She said quietly, wanting to look away but realizing she couldn't.

Tigra: "That's correct. I do not." She giggled, "See something you like there, sailor?" She grinned at Julie, "Didn't wanna get blood on my top... if you'd hit my nose or something it woulda been messy.... I'll go put it back on..." She moved to crawl back over to the console.

Jules: She didn't know why she was saying it, or why she hesitated before she had. She had never, ever, been so confused. Liking guys... liking penis... it was always natural. "Yes...." She said slowly, and quietly, letting her head hang down as her eyes dropped from Tigra.

Tigra: Tigra caught a scent and hesitated herself, turning around just short of the console. "Are you okay?"

Jules: "Uh... yeah..." Julie stood up fast. "I'm glad we trained, thank you Tigra. Seriously, it helped my confidence a lot." She smiled pleasantly and adjusted her own sports bra, making a point not to look Tigra in the eyes. "Let's head back up to my-er-our rooms, I'll uh.... I gotta shower."

Tigra: She stood up and picked up her top, pulling it back on, frowning slightly. "Okay... you're welcome I guess..." She pressed the button to end the simulation, flooding the room with blankness again. "If you need a sparring partner anytime..." She headed for the door, "Just knock on my door."

Jules: "Sure thing." Julie said with a curt smile. "Whenever I need a work out partner." She nearly gasped when she realized she hadn't said the same thing as Tigra. Her face wet red and she hurried out of the room, trying not to run so as to leave a rainbow streak to the secret closet she and Alex had that she used to masturbate in.

Tigra: Tigra blinked and shook her head as Julie ran out, her scent as confusing as ever. "Well okay then.... Want steak? Yeah I want steak. Let's get steak..." She headed for the kitchen.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Sun May 16, 2010 4:19 am

Tigra stood at the side of the road, at their agreed location and waited. She folded her arms across her chest, her tailtip ticking behind her as she watched the traffic go by. She was wearing her favourite green halter top today and the short black skirt she'd bought with Selene. She chewed her lip and tucked her hair back behind her ear after it was swept into her face by a breeze. Come on Simon....

A car slowed down and stopped just in front of her, the door opened. "Hey stranger."

"Simon!" She dived through the door and hugged him tightly.

"Woah! Careful there..." He laughed and hugged her back, "Shut the door and I'll find somewhere to park..."

Tigra shut the door then struggled to find a comfortable way to sit with her tail. Simon watched her for a moment, frowning. "Why don't you just lose the fur and the tail?"

"I like them."

"It'd make it easier to sit..."

"Don't care." She finally settled, half-curled in the seat and put the seatbelt on. "Ha. I win."

Simon rolled his eyes and pulled away from the curb, heading off to one of the side streets and stopping in the shade of some trees by a park. He turned the engine off and sat staring out of the window for a moment. "Why did you do it?"

"Why did I do what?" She unhooked the seatbelt and pulled her feet up onto the seat to crouch, her tail tapping against the door behind her as she watched him.

"Why did you run away like that? No calls, no letters, nothing for two years and then you call up out of the blue... why? Just so you can disappear again? That's not fair, Greer..." He turned his head to look at her, "We thought you were dead!"

"I know... mom said..." she sighed and opened the door, stepping out of the car. She waited for Simon to get out too, "I couldn't call all that time... couldn't write... I was living out doors... Had no money, had to catch and kill my own food... you have no idea what that was like..." She walked round the car, "Couldn't get near a place to charge up my phone or get some money so I could send a letter so I burried my stuff and waited..."

"Don't give me that..." Simon shook his head, "You could have if you wanted to. You don't have to look like that." He ran a hand through his hair, "Why do you do it? Why do you make life so difficult for yourself? People hate mutants, Greer... They're afraid... you can't do anything unless you register and if you get labelled a mutant you have all kinds of grief... and you choose to look like that." He sighed, "I just... I don't understand it... Please explain to me why you want to throw your chances away like this..." He sat down on the hood of the car.

"Simon... I'm not throwing anything away..." She stepped up in front of him, "Don't you see? This is who I am now... Forget Greer. She doesn't exist anymore... I can't go back to being that..."

"How do you know? Have you tried? Have you even thought about it since this happened to you?"

"Of course I have! But why should I? Why should I ignore a part of me? Especially a part that governs pretty much everything I feel and think about now. I don't think like a human anymore... I don't even think I can everything gets assessed differently... And, you know what? I like it." She turned her back on him, her tail twitching angrily, "I thought you, of all people, would be on my side... guess I was wrong."

"Greer..."

"Tigra."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Fine. Tigra." He reached out a hand and put it on her shoulder, "I'm trying to understand... I want to... It's just... it's so different..." He gave her a small smile when she turned to face him again, "You're my little sister - I'm always going to be on your side... I just need some time... I don't want you to get hurt... and mutants get hurt..."

Tigra bit her lip and stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nodding. "I know..." she bowed her head onto his shoulder. "I know mutants get hurt... by each other as well as by 'normal' people..." She lifted her head, "But I can take care of myself you know..."

He frowned, "You know that's not what I mean..." he shook his head and pulled her into a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too..." She gave him a squeeze. "Did you bring my stuff?"

"Yeah..." he let her go, "It was weird going into your room - they locked it up after you left... it was like you were still there... I mean, stuff was dusty but... it was just how you left it. Creepy."

"Ew..." she wrinkled her nose, "Guess they'd rather pretend I was dead than orange and fuzzy...."

"Hmm..."

"Kidding!" She rolled her eyes and gave him a nudge, "Stuff's in the trunk, right?"

"Yeah... do I get to see where you live now?"

"Uh... maybe?" She really had no idea if that was even allowed. "Promise not to tell anyone where it is? - I don't want mom and dad turning up with some men in white coats to cart me off to a nice little rubber room somewhere..."

"Scouts honour."

"... You weren't in the scouts."

".... Just shut up and get in the car."

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Mon May 17, 2010 11:52 pm

Julie: Julie ran to the door, waiting for her rainbow to dissipate before she threw open the door and shouted "JACK!" And threw her arms around her big brother, who returned the hug, grugingly. "Hey." He said.

Tigra: Tigra watched Julie tackle her brother and smiled, she knew what it was like to see your big brother after being seperated for a long time. She hung back by the door to the rec room, her tail ticking behind her.

Julie: "So, this is the crazy mansion you were mentioning?" He looked around and frowned. "... And you really prefer here over home, huh? Or living with me and May?" He sighed. "You better be safe here."

Julie: She looked to the floor and scuffed her shoes. "Uh... yeah. Well enough." She pulled him in. "Come see!"

Tigra: Tigra retreated a little way into the rec room, not sure how Julie's brother would take to a furry person.

Julie: "You should come see my friends!" She pulled Jack by the hand and into the Recroom.

Julie: "Uhh... whoa-whoa! Jules don't just drag me around..." He felt her strength though (surprise Jack! Your little sister is stronger than you!) and he was pulled in against his will. "This is Tigra!" She stated plainly, pointing.

Julie: Jack's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. "Julie get back!" He stood infront of her and guarded her as if Tigra were preparing to pounce. "You don't know what it can do!"

Tigra: Tigra raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. "It? Well that's just rude..." Her tail twitched in iritation, "And she knows exactly what I can do. Isn't that right, Julie?"

Julie: Julie sighed. "Eh-heh...heh... thank you Tigra, yes." She pushed Jack aside. "JOHN! She's a friend! She's a mutant, like me! Y'know?"

Julie: Jack looked to Tigra and pointed back to Julie. "She's like you? How is she anything like you?"

Tigra: "I'm female?" Tigra pointed out, smirking a little. "What's the matter? Never seen someone with fur before?"

Julie: Jack looked suspiciously to Tigra. "No... I haven't. Are there a lot of you?" He asked, pointedly.

Julie: Julie stepped between them. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Tigra, shuttup." She looked to Jack. "John, shut up or I'll slap you." He frowned.

Tigra: Tigra shrugged and moved over to the sofa, hopping up onto the back and crouching to watch them both.

Julie: "Julie, I'm here to make sure you're okay. Already I don't like the place. And why didn't you answer me for three weeks!" He looked around suspiciously, again. "Are there more boyfriends keeping you from family again?" He insisted.

Tigra: "Three weeks? That's all? Wow..." Her tail flicked from side to side behind her as she watched him, her head cocked to one side, "Over protective much?"

Julie: Jack looked to Julie. "If you don't leave with me... I am going to tell Father where you are." He looked into her eyes. "Are we clear?"

Tigra: "Why do you want her to leave? It's nice here..." She stood up on the back of the sofa then hopped down onto the floor, "Free college, it's pretty sweet."

Julie: He looked to Tigra and narrowed his eyes. "This is not your business, Miss." Julie sighed and looked to Tigra. "Unfortunately he's right." She pointed to Jack. "You can't make me do anything John, I'm stronger than that now. Not to mention..." She looked at her fist, which was now glowing. "I'm more powerful than you now."

Tigra: Tigra's ears went back and she hissed at him, her own eyes narrowed. But she held her tongue, Julie could handle it. She crouched on the floor.

Julie: Jack looked down at her fist. "I'm fine with you being a mutant... like me. I just don't want you being poorly influenced by people who don't understand our disease."

Tigra: Okay now she couldn't stay quiet, "Disease?! Is that what you think? Okay, Julie, if you go with him I'll lose all respect I have for you."

Julie: "If you don't go with me, you'll lose me." Jack said to her. Julie's lip quivered and she looked to Tigra and then back to Jack. ".... I'm going to walk you to the door okay?" She led Jack away from Tigra, hiding her tears. Jack sighed and allowed this.

Tigra: "Julie... don't let him blackmail you..." She said quietly, "This is the best place for you, you know that...."

Julie: "Thank you, Tigra." Julie said, nodding to her. She led Jack to the door and opened it. "Look... go back to your hotel, I'll come see you there, okay?" He rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jules. I'm just concerned for you..." She nodded and hugged him. "I know, it's okay. You need to go, though."

Julie: Jack patted her and returned the hug. "I will, but not until you promise me you're coming to the hotel... and then home." She opened her mouth and then looked away. A few moments later she came back into the Rec Room. "So, ... that was odd."

Tigra: "Odd? It was awkward." Tigra corrected, hopping back up onto the back of the sofa, "Tell me you're not gonna let him talk you into going home... You don't want to go home, right? You like it here....?"

Julie: "I am going to talk to him tomorrow." Julie said flatly. "That's all. Okay?"

Tigra: She frowned, "I guess so... but... he's your brother Julie... brothers are supposed to want what's best for you... whether they understand it or not." She moved down onto the seat and curled up, "And it's not a disease. You're not sick."

Julie: "I... I know." She said. "Though... admittedly... being a mutant did give me a disease that only mutants can get so... you can make that argument."

Tigra: "Yeah but you're better now, right? So that's a moot point..." she sighed, "Look... I have two older brothers, Julie... And neither of them understand why I like this so much... They just don't get how I can prefer this to fitting in... But I love this, I like being bright orange and furry and tailed. It's amazing. I never want it to go away. They don't get it. But they would never try to make me go home and pretend. Because I'm happy."

Julie: Julie started to walk up the stairs. "Thank you for your concern. I'll keep it in mind." She waved to her and slowly headed up to her room.

Tigra: She sighed, "Bye Julie..." she curled her tail around herself and tucked her hands under her head, "Don't be a stranger..." She yawned.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Tue May 25, 2010 7:19 pm

Tigra: Tigra was perched on top of the washing machine, reading the list of instructions, tail curled around her feet and tapping a little. She leaned forwards to look at her clothes inside upside down. She was hoping she'd seperated them properly. She'd never done laundry in her life. She sat up again and looked for where she'd put the detergent. Or rather, she sniffed for it.

Darren: Darren booted open the door, muttering ill-temperedly under his breath as he did so, holding a big hamper of washing, "Fucking suck ... why'd she insist on handwashed shit, motherfucker!"

Tigra: Tigra gave a yowl of surprise and darted under the shelving unit. Her green eyes blinked out at him from underneath it, then narrowed.

Darren: "I taught I taw a puddy cat," Darren said, glancing at the evil eyes from under the shelf, "has basement cat finally come to drag my soul to hell?" he dumped the hamper on the side next to the sink.

Tigra: "Basement cat?" She inched out from under the unit and stood up, dusting herself off, "What's that?" She found the detergent and picked it up, sniffing at it a bit. Smelled nice.

Adam: Adam tossed the wadded up ball of cloth from hand to hand as he blurred nervously to where he had been reliably (he hoped) told the laundry room was. Maybe he could just...slip it into a girl's hamper. Make it look like it was someone else's. I'm such a fucking freak... He knew the way his eyes looked was going to freak him for a while, it always did.

Adam: He paused at the door, pushing it open - and stopping. Fuck.

Tigra: Tigra froze as another smell reached her senses. Blood. Her grip tightened on the box of detergent, she didn't even notice when it started spilling out onto her feet from the holes her claws put in it. "H-Hi Adam..." she said quietly, her back to him.

Darren: Darren started to fill the sink, "Ah, irish, welcome to the laundry party," he said, still grumbling, he could sense that the guy was upset but he wasn't gonna say anything, if the guy wanted to talk, he'd talk.

Adam: "The name's Adam." He shot back, irritated, before wrinkling his nose. He couldn't smell anything over the detergent except the cloth in his hands. "Hey Tigger. Um. Anyone got a load I can stick this in?" He managed to keep his voice steady.

Tigra: Tigra stepped over to the washing machine, "You can put it in with mine...." She replied carefully pouring what was left of the detergent into the little drawer, still not looking at him. Her mouth was watering.

Darren: "I ain't hand washing your shit as well as Sel's man, sorry," Darren held up something see-through and made out of lace and bows, artfully shreadded in various places, "handwash only, fucking hell."

Adam: "No, that's okay, it's only a pillowcase - wow, that shit's nice." He eyed up the clothing in Darren's hands as he edged to Tigra, holding the pillowcase out.

Tigra: Tigra side stepped the pillowcase and hurried to put the detergent box on the shelf. "Just put it in there..." her tail swished anxiously.

Darren: "Sel prefers making her own clothes ... well, customising them at least," he added detergent to the water and swilled it around before dumping the clothes in, "downside is she makes me wash them since I don't need gloves or shit."

Adam: "Heh. Can see who wears the skirt in your relationship." Adam did as he was told, hurridly burying the blood-stained cloth at the back of the machine and hoping like hell it came out. He'd panicked and forgot that soaking helped when it came to bloodstains.

Tigra: Tigra finally turned around to look at Adam, her pupils slightly larger than normal. "You can just close the door and press the start button... I don't have anything else to add...." She curled her tail around her and caught the end of it to stop it moving so much.

Darren: "Ha, more like who has the riding crop, and no one wants to see me in a skirt, least of all Selene," At least not like this, the thought made him smirk a little.

Adam: "Fft. Sure, keep telling yourself that, buddy." Adam ran his ungloved hands through his hair before rubbing them together, a fresh bandage poking out from under the sleeve. Almost absently, he pulled out a small bottle of sanitizer and quickly cleaned his hands before pulling his gloves on. "You alright, Tiggy?"

Tigra: She watched his hands then licked her lips and shook herself. "Uh... yeah... smell... hungry... I think..." She let go of her tail because it was hurting to keep it from moving for so long.

Darren: "Yeah, I will, I'll even keep on thinking it while I'm having wild, crazy sex with a dark nymph," Darren grinned, licking his own lips ... hey, there was underwear in here ... with scorch marks, oops.

Darren: "Hungry you know where the kitchen is, though it's not too late if you wanna pull that pillow case out for a chew, it'll only be sightly soapy."

Adam: Adam actually flinched, both at the mention of sex and the pillowcase. "Dear god, how the fuck can you stand it?" He shuddered, hands rubbing his arms. "No, don't answer that, I don't wanna know, and why the hell would she want the pillowcase?"

Tigra: "Yeah why would I want the pillow case?" She looked at Darren, "Can't eat that." She looked around for the dustpan to clean up the spilled detergent to try and distract herself.

Darren: Darren stopped for a moment, then turned around to look at Adam properly, "... You serious man?"

Adam: Adam stared right back, though at Darren's shoulder. "As stone." He shrugged, looking to stare at the washing machine instead. Was it just him or was the water a little...pink? "Why wouldn't I be?" He ran leather-clad fingers through his hair before pulling it back into a ponytail.

Tigra: Tigra looked for somewhere to put the sweeped up detergent, she chewed her lip then decided just to put the dustpan on the shelf. Someone would do something with it. She hopped up on top of the dryer and sat down, watching the washing machine. Ooooh hypnotic.

Darren: "... 'Cos it's nice?" Darren said, after a few moment's stunned silence, "'Cos it feels good, I don't even technically have a sex drive and I still enjoy it."

Adam: "...If you say so." Adam was trying to ignore the slight blush as he shrugged, still hugging himself and watching the washing. He wanted to escape from there but he needed to know that the case came out clean. Fuck you, OCD. "You stick to your kicks, I'll stick to mine, right?"

Tigra: Oooooh spinning.... She jumped off the dryer and went to sit in front of the washing machine for a closer look. Her tail stretched out on the floor behind her, the tip flicking from side to side as she watched the clothes swirl in the machine with interest. She let out a small mew but didn't even notice. The feral was appeased.

Darren: Darren gave the cat girl a funny look but didn't say anything, "Do you even have any kicks? Besides mysteriously getting blood on your pillows?"

Darren: Darren grinned wickedly, "Awww, hey, not that time of month is it?"

Adam: Adam glanced at the cat, nearly reaching out to scritch her behind the ears. God, between her and Kyle...he hoped he wasn't going to turn out to be part animal too. He looked at Darren quickly, eyes narrowing how the fuck did he know? "Fuck you. Do I look like a woman to you?"

Tigra: Her ears twitched and turned to focus on them for a moment, her tail starting to swish on the floor a little before stopping again as she caught sight of green in the washing machine. Then it picked up again she edged a little closer, her face right up against the glass.

Darren: "Dunno, you wear enough make-up for one," said Darren as he went back to his laundry.

Adam: "...Alright, you got me there. But hell man, no." Adam shuddered. "It's just...I caught myself on a blade. That's all." Really. Fuck I lie shit.

Tigra: Tigra let out another mew at the clothes in the machine, the scent of blood long forgotten. All the colours! She was mesmerised!

Darren: Darren eyed the scars up Adam's arm, "Mmm, accidently, huh?"

Adam: "Yeah, actually." Adam didn't look at Darren, hand rubbing the arm. "Simple minds, huh?"

Darren: "Yeah, think if I grabbed the end of her tail she'd spin around and grab my arm and do that foot claw thing?" Darren asked as he went back to his laundry.

Adam: Adam relaxed visibly as Darren turned around. "Probably. Cats're jumpy." He inspected a glove, casting a curious glance at the other guy's mohawk before going back to watching the cat. "Uh...how long do the loads take?"

Tigra: Tigra ducked her head a little to follow a colour round it's circle before it vanished into the back of the machine again, her tail picking up speed momentarily as she waited to see if it came back. It didn't. The machine got mewed at again.

Darren: "Maybe we should shake a kibble box at her, see what happens," Darren smirked as he pulled the plug, waiting for the hot water to drain out, "and I dunno, a while? Never used one of those before."

Adam: Adam snorted. "Yeah...talking of kibble, I should really eat..." He checked his watch. Yeah, he was due his second batch of morning pills and there was no way he was taking them on an empty stomach again. "Can always come back and check it, I guess..."

Tigra: Her ears twitched towards them again, then the rational part of her brain kicked in and she yelped. "Dammit!" How embarassing! She muttered to herself and got to her feet.

Darren: "Yeah, sure the fuzz-ball here will watch it for ya," he chuckled.

Adam: "Cute." He grinned back. "Well, you two ladies have fun in the laundry room. I need food. Later." He gave a half-hearted salute, before turning to a black blur and disappearing out of the door.

Tigra: Tigra looked at Darren, "The 'fuzzball' has a name. And I'm not watching anything. I'm hungry." She headed for the door, she'd check on it after some food.

Darren: Darren snorted, "According to Adam it's Tigger," funny how he wasn't allowed nicknames but the kid was, eh, she probably wanted to fuck him if she was as in touch with her animal side as she seemed.

Darren: "Have fun indugling your baser functions kiddies," he waved them off as he started to fill the sink with cold water, Sel totally owed him a fucking awesome blowjob for this.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Thu May 27, 2010 12:21 am

Adriana: Adriana was sneaking through the woods, peeking around from time to time as if to make sure that no one was following her. Which was exactly what this was supposed to be. She wasn't sure whether her latest project was okay with the faculty, but she also didn't intend to find out.

Tigra: Tigra's keen senses had picked up on Adriana's presence some time ago and she was now stalking the girl. For fun mind you, she had no intention of being seen... at least yet. She kept low to the ground and in the shadows beneath the trees. Her striped fur excellent camoflage.

Adriana: The girl kept on waltzing her way through the bushes, though there seemed to already be a fairly well-used path here. Again she looked around. Had there been a noise? She ducked deeper and hoped her black hat, hoodie and skirt did the trick of concealing her. Hopefully the white spider embroidered on the hat wouldn't give her away, it was kind of sparkling in the hot afternoon Sun.

Tigra: Tigra paused, and crouched in the shadows when the girl turned around, grinning a little. This was too much fun! No. Concentrate. Don't wanna get seen. She continued to follow.

Adriana: Having finally reached her destination, Adriana looked around one last time, crouched down...and vanished!

Tigra: Tigra blinked at the sudden disappearance of her quarry. That was different. She cautiously wound her way to the spot the girl had vanished from. Oooh a hole! She scrambled in.

Adriana: After a bit of pushing and shoving through a narrow tunnel, Adriana finally squeezed into a big and surprisingly well-lit cavern. The light came from miriads of fireflies and glow worms on the ceiling that had started to glow as soon as she had entered.

Adriana: They illuminated a wide space in which enormous walls consisting of honeycombs had been errected. Bees, wasps, and bumblebees were eagerly zipping around everywhere, busily doing their work.

Tigra: Tigra dug and pushed her way through the tunnel, falling out the other end and shaking her fur free of dirt. She looked around. "Oooooooh pretty....." Heaven.

Adriana: "What?!" She turned around and the busy humming instantly went flad. Billions of eyes were looking at the strange appearance that wasn't supposed to be here. "You!"

Tigra: Ooops.... "Hi!" She grinned, "I'm sorry, you were fun to stalk...." She scuffed the ground with a foot, her tail curling around her legs, "What is this place anyway? It looks fun..." she grinned again, her eyes huge as she stared around at all the glowy insects. "Bugs!"

Adriana: "Don't touch anything! God, look at you." She poked Tigra. "I bet your fur alone is against half a dozen health and safety regulations!" Though, it DOES feel nice...

Tigra: "Health and safety? We're in a.... cave? Full of bugs and you're worried about health and safety?" She blinked at the girl, "I lived out in the woods for two years. I'm as natural as they come."

Adriana: "Uhm...yeah...but..." She was interrupted by a small battalion of cockroaches bringing her a cup with some liquid in it. She picked it up, sniffed, and took a sip. "Mmmm..." Then she looked at Tigra again. "I'm sorry, but now that you have found my secret factory, I can't let you go..."

Tigra: Tigra blinked at her, "Um... what?"

Adriana: "...without trying my Beetlejuice!" She nearly shoved the cup into the other girl's face. "Try it! It's a fresh batch!"

Tigra: Tigra nearly fell over when the cup was thrust at her, "Uh..." she sniffed at it cautiously, before taking the cup and having a small sip. The crazy girl drank some. What harm could it do? She healed fast.

Adriana: "Do you like it?" She gave her big puppy eyes, while in the background the various kinds of insects took up their work again.

Tigra: Honey was great. Lemon was... okay. Ginger. "Argh! Burns!" she dropped the cup and pawwed at her tongue. "Bleargh!" She grabbed a handful of the dirt off the floor and stuffed it in her mouth. Her eyes watering, she looked up at Adriana, "It's nice." She told her.

Adriana: Adriana blinked for a moment. "...yay!" She hugged Tigra, obviously believing rather her words than her actions. "You have earned yourself a tour through my factory!"

Tigra: "Factory?" she dusted herself off again, swallowing over the tingling sensation that remained on her tongue. "Bugs?" she looked hopeful.

Adriana: "Well, beetles. And cockroaches. A few rolly pollies, although they aren't exactly insects." She dragged her past the honeycomb-walls towards the back of the cavern. Here a living conveyor belt of beetles was moving tin cans with a flashy 'BEETLEJUICE!' print on it passed by under a big pot that was tilted regularly (also by beetles) and a light, yellow juice poured into them.

Adriana: "The only machine I had to get was for closing the cans." She pointed at the end of the conveyor belt, were some old, manually operated little machine was continuously pressing down on the cans to close them with a cap.

Tigra: "Wooooooow...." Tigra's eyes were huge as she watched the operation, "This is pretty cool!" She knelt down to watch the bugs close up, her tail swishing from side to side. She had to really fight the urge to go nuts and chase them. She wondered if the bugs knew this.

Adriana: The insects (and non-insects) made a big detour around the visitor but otherwise kept on with their work. "I'm wondering how to make fliers for promotional work, you know? There aren't exactly any insects that squeeze out ink...well, none that I could get my hands on, that is..." She put her index-finger on her chin and thought hard.

Tigra: "Get a person to do it?" She asked, leaning ever closer to the insects and sniffing curiously.

Adriana: "You're right!" She looked down. "Careful, those shoot stinking liquid when they're afraid."

Tigra: "Ew..." she wrinkled her nose and backed up a little, "Thanks for the warning...." She looked up again, "This is pretty impressive you know...."

Adriana: "I plan on selling the first batch to a small supermarket nearby." She folded her arms and tried to sound like a veteran CEO. "Getting to know the customers first, you know? And later on I'm getting shares...somehow..." She wasn't completely sure how that worked, yet. Maybe she needed to talk to Farouk about this, he should know about economics.

Tigra: Tigra grinned, "You're quite the entrepeneur huh?" She stood up, her attention caught by the glowy bugs again. Pretty....

Adriana: "Yes. My empire will be built on hats and juice!" She struck a pose. "Want to be my partner?" Bugs can't write fliers...

Tigra: "Shiny..." She moved over to the edge of the cavern, wanting to climb up to the glowy bugs.

Adriana: "You could write the fliers and be my booth-babe at conventions. I have got a stand at a comic convention next, I'm selling comic-themed hats there." She didn't even notice where Tigra was going, that caught up in her schemes she was.

Tigra: Tigra's tail flicked from side to side, as she stood watching the bugs on the wall. Moments later she made a leap for them.

Adriana: Adriana blinked and then looked up. "What are you doing?!" The fireflies and glow worms dispersed and fluttered through the room in chaos.

Tigra: Tigra chased after them, lost in the fun. All the glowies fleeing in different directions. She ran around and jumped into clouds of them, batting at them with her hands.

Adriana: "No! Watch out for the pots!" Tigra was jumping straight towards the pots filled with royal jelly!

Tigra: But the warning came too late. With a shout of surprise, Tigra landed in the sticky mass. "Ack! Help!" She tried to pull herself out. "It's all in my fuuuuuur!" She wailed.

Adriana: "Don't flail around! You will stick the beetles to yourself!"

Tigra: "But it's icky!" She whimpered a little, her ears drooping. She really did look quite pathetic. "Help me?" She gave Adriana the pleading gaze, her eyes huge and her lower lip quivering.

Adriana: "Awww, you big baby." She grabbed Tigra's hand and pulled her along. "Let's get you back to the mansion and clean you up then."

Tigra: Tigra sniffed, everything was sticking to her all the dirt off the floor. She'd never been this dirty in her life! How was she going to get all the sticky out?! "I'm sorry..." she said in a small voice as she was dragged along by Adriana, "I made a mess..."

Adriana: "The bugs will clean it up." She patted the girl's head...or tried to, after one pat her hand got stuck to the fur. "Erm...and you too."

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Thu May 27, 2010 8:19 am

Christopher: Chris adjusted a few straps for his air tank and then let some air out into the BCD so it would float and chucked it into the water. Once it floated back up to the surface he started to strap on his flippers and his mask. "God I love having a big pool to test my gear out in before a trip." He jumped into the water and started to put everything on to make sure it all still fit right.

Christopher: Once it was all attached he let out some air and slowly drifted down to the bottom, breathing easily through the regulator. Hehe even in a pool this is amazing.

Tigra: Tigra sneaked down to the pool, contrary to what was probably the stereotype, this kitty loved to swim. She wrinkled her nose a little at the smell of clorine, washing out her senses. Once she got used to it, she put her towel down and crept on all fours to the edge of the pool, peering into the water. There was someone in there. She pawed at the surface to get their attention.

Christopher: Chris didn't notice Tigra in the least. He was too busy making sure all of his systems were working well and that they wouldn't give out for any reason. As he went through a mental check list he pulled up his gauges and checked to make sure that he had ample air and that everything was reading right. Then he ran his hand down to his leg where his dive knife was strapped and made sure he could remove it easily underwater.

Christopher: He adjusted it when he noticed it was a bit too far outa reach. When he got it to where he wanted it he replaced the sharp blade, that happened to have a blunt tip meant for unscrewing things and prying at things.

Tigra: Hmmm not working.... Tigra frowned. Oh well she'd tried. She stood up, walked to the diving board and dived in - something she was suprisingly good at. She skimmed the bottom of the pool, changing direction she turned and waved at Chris, grinning at him and blowing out a stream of bubbles in the process before she pushed off back to the surface.

Christopher: Chris stared over in amazement as he saw the naked Tigra blast past him in the water, making him cough out his regulator and almost gag when he noticed it wasn't still in his mouth. As a rush of bubbles rose to the surface from him fumbling with it he filled up the air in his BCD again and rose to the surface to see what was going on. As he surfaced he couldn't help but notice her body infront of him and his face began to get very hot.

Christopher: He came up outa the water and spat the regulator out. "H-hi there. I uhmm didn't expect any uhh c-company."

Tigra: "I tried to get your attention before I jumped in..." She told him, swimming backwards to the side of the pool, "But I guess you didn't hear or see me.... sorry if I startled you." She ducked her head under water again for a moment to brush her hair out of her face before she popped back up again.

Christopher: "It's uhmm fine." He could feel how hot his face was now that it was out of the water and he hoped she wouldn't notice him blushing. "Yeah it's hard to hear anything down there with my regulator and the pool filter going."

Tigra: "Oh well now you know I'm here..." she smiled. She had noticed the blush and she could guess why he was blushing but it probably wasn't fair to point it out. "I'm gonna jump in again. That was fun!" She levered herself out of the pool and hurried back to the diving board.

Christopher: "Uhmm okay." He swam a little bit away from where he was so she wouldn't land on him accidentally, the whole time his eyes not leaving her body. "K-know any tricks?"

Tigra: "Tricks?" She paused on the end of the diving board, "Oh sure!" She jumped up to the next one, forgoing the ladder. A couple of bounces later, she left the diving board, twisting in the air in a sommersault before hitting the water with hardly a splash. She resurfaced, "How was that?"

Christopher: His eyes didn't leave her body till she met the water. When she resurfaced he shook his head a little to get back to his senses. "Pretty awesome. I can't do any of that stuff. But then again I perfer being under the water than over it."

Tigra: "I love the water. Swimming is fun!" She grinned and dived under the water again, pushing herself to the bottom then back up again. "I used to be on the swimteam before-.... when I was in highschool..." she bit her lip. Careful. Don't wanna let too much slip. "I liked that."

Christopher: "Oh cool. I never went to a real school. But I've always loved swimming and scuba diving. I'm actually testing out my stuff before I leave for Australia to go diving." He pulled his mask of his face and set it on the side of the pool.

Tigra: "Oh I draw the line at snorkling... I don't know if I'd like being much deeper under water than you can get with those things..." She ran a hand through her hair. At least she didn't smell like honey anymore. "School was fun... well most of the time... when I wasn't getting hassaled by idiots. But that's what you get for being smarter than them..." she rolled her eyes, "Jealousy is a terrible thing."

Christopher: "Yeah. Have you ever tried it? It's really fun! I can teach you how all the stuff works if you want." His blush faded a little as he started to get his mind off of her naked body.

Tigra: She blinked, "Uh... I don't know.... something about all that water between me and air makes me uncomfortable..." She chewed her lip, "And I'm not sure I'd make much progress either - you need to wear flippers right?" She turned upside down and stuck her feet out of the water, flexing her toes to make her claws extend to emphasise the point. She resurfaced again, "Claws aren't shoe friendly."

Christopher: "You can hold onto one of the straps of my BCD" He held up one of the straps. "And you can breathe through the spare regulater right here." He held it up. "And if you really get into it they do make toeless flippers. I've seen a few here and there."

Tigra: She looked at the equipment then at Chris, "Er... I don't know....." if not for the water, her tail would have been going like crazy but the water meant it was making slow progress from one side to the other. "I wouldn't even know how..." she frowned.

Christopher: Chris smiled to reassure her. "It's easy I promise. The hardest thing is the hand signs." He grabbed his regulater and held it near his mouth. "All you do is take this part and stick it in your mouth. Then you start breathing easy as that!"

Tigra: She ran a tongue over her fangs, "Er... you sure it's that simple?" The idea of sticking something with pressurrised air inside in her mouth bothered her. "Don't have to do anything else?"

Christopher: "Nope I have some pretty new equipment so it all works really well. When your mouth is on it it opens up and just lets you breathe like normal. And you can just hold on right here and I'll take you for a little swim around the pool. That simple. You can get used to it above water if you want to, it makes it a little easier than just trying to do it underwater straight out."

Christopher: He had totally forgotten that she was naked by now and his blush had subsided.

Tigra: "Uh... okay?" She was still a little unsure about it but if she didn't like it she could always just take it out again.

Christopher: "It's safe I promise I've done hundreds of dives and I'm still here now. Plus we won't be very deep so if you don't like it you can just swim back up to the surface." He smiled and offered her the spare regulater.

Tigra: Her ears swivelled in all directions, working in her anxiety in place of her tail. She took the regulator and looked at it for a moment, checking she had it the right way then put it in her mouth. She blinked. Felt weird.

Christopher: "Crazy stuff aint it. Just breathe normally trust me." He smiled again and then shoved his in his mouth and started breathing to show her that it worked. "Want me to teach you the signs now or do you wanna get used to the breathing some more?"

Tigra: She shrugged, she wasn't sure she could concentrate long enough to learn signs but her mouth was busy getting used to breathing.

Christopher: "Okay all you really need to know is, go up." He pointed up. "And out of air." He moved his hand across his throat. "But we'll be more than fine my tank is still full so we have atleast two or three hours of air even divided between us. And I'll keep my eyes on the gauges. Other than that just point to where you wanna go."

Tigra: She nodded, sticking her face in the water and watching her feet.

Christopher: Chris put his mask on, then put the regulater in his mouth and then went under completely submerging them both. He looked over at her and gave her a thumbs up. He waited for her to grab onto the strap so he could take her on a little trip.

Tigra: She reached and grabbed the strap, it was a strange sensation to be able to breathe underwater.

Christopher: He looked over at her to make sure she was doing fine and once again noticed that she wasn't wearing a bathing suit. The blood rushed to his cheeks making him blush more and he turned his head quickly so that he wouldn't just stare at her uncovered breasts. Chris slowly went around the shallow end of the pool so that she could get used to it and then ventured farther towards the deep end.

Tigra: Tigra followed him around the pool, slowly getting used to breathing through the regulator. But eventually, the clorine in the water started to get to her eyes so she tapped him and pointed to the surface.

Christopher: Chris felt her tap and looked over seeing her motioning to the top and caught another glimpse of her body making himself blush more. He led them to the top and set it so he would just float there. "S-s-so h-how'd you uhmm l-like it?"

Tigra: Tigra worked her jaw a little and ran her tongue over her teeth before she replied, "It wasn't as bad as I was expecting..." She cocked her head on one side, "You okay?"

Christopher: "Uhmm y-yeah I'm fine. Sorry I don't have and extra mask for you." He pulled his off and dipped it in the water clearing the fog off the inside of it. His face was still hot and pressumably red.

Tigra: "That's okay... it's the clorine really..." she smiled at him, "And are you sure you're okay?" He was blushing again. She tried not to grin.

Christopher: "Yeah clorine can be a bitch sometimes. Yeah I'm okay just having a few issues here and there, nothing to be concerned about." Like fighting off the urge to take this off and have a little pool time fun!

Tigra: "Okay...." she grinned, splashed some water at him then swam away to the other side of the pool, levering herself out and sitting on the side. She crossed her legs and let her feet hang into the water.

Christopher: The water hit his face cooling him off a little. "Hey get back here." He unstrapped the BCD and let it float away from him as he swam towards her.

Tigra: She grinned at him wringing her hair out and pulling it over her right shoulder then put her hands either side of her and leaned forwards. "I'm not going anywhere..." She told him, her tail curling around beside her, the tip tapping against the side of the pool and flicking at the water a little.

Christopher: WOAH! Is she flirting with me? He splashed some water up at her. "So uhmm what's with the uhmm o'natur'al look?" He blushed a little more.

Tigra: "I don't own a swimsuit.... they're not really fur friendly...." she smiled at him, "They tend to fall off if you dive in... so I figured I'd just not bother putting one on in the first place.... hope it's not a problem...."

Christopher: "N-not at all." He admired her body trying to make it look like he wasn't looking at her. "I'll uhmm take your word on them falling off."

Tigra: "You sure it's okay? If you're uncomfortable I can go and get my towel....?" She looked over at the chair she'd left it on.

Christopher: Soooooo not uncomfortable. Just don't wanna come off like a perv. "It's fine Tigra. It's all good." He swam over to the adjacent edge and propped himself up on his elbows.

Tigra: She smiled, "Good." She leaned back on her hands and looked up at the ceiling, "If I'm honest... I kinda hate wearing any clothes at all..." she sighed, "But society frowns on that nakedness thing... even though I don't think I'm technically naked right now..." she lifted her head, looking at her fur.

Christopher: "Yeah I can see the whole good and bad of clothing though." Well you've did it with a girl made of metal ya think you should try your luck with a fur covered girl? He looked over at her. Yeah I def count it as still naked. "So......"

Tigra: "So." She watched him for a moment, "Wow I feel like I'm working blind here... the clorine smell is blocking all the other scents from my nose... I have no idea whether you're actually uncomfortable or not."

Christopher: "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." He treaded water needlessly since he was holding himself up with his arms.

Tigra: "To me it's a bad thing..." She pulled her feet out of the water and moved round to where he was leaning, "I rely on my sense of smell... helps me work out what people have going on in their heads... especially since people seem to keep so much a secret... never know what they really mean. Wish they'd just say what's on their minds...." She sat down on the floor and pulled her knees to her chest, curling her tail around her feet.

Christopher: "I can see how that's helpful." He looked over at her. "Sometimes people have reasons to keep secrets though."

Tigra: "Yeah but it's so confusing... I've never been really good at that reading between the lines thing... I know I said this to you... or someone before..." She frowned, "I'm worse than ever at it now because I'm so out of practise..."

Christopher: "Yeah it was me when I did that painting of you." He caught himself staring at her and hoped she wouldn't notice.

Tigra: "And there's a prime example of me needing my sense of smell... I apply scents to names instead of faces...." She sighed heavily and watched her tailtip tapping on the floor. "Guess I'll just have to get some practise in some how... or ask everyone to just say exactly what they're thinking when they're around me... not sure how well that'd work though. How much would you really say?"

Christopher: "Uhmm well a scout is trustworthy so uhmm I guess if you really wanted me to tell you I could." He blushed a little more wondering if her next question would be what was he thinking.

Tigra: Tigra considered him for a moment, "See.... now I feel bad asking... but I feel like you're hiding something.... you really sure you don't want me to get my towel?"

Christopher: "Don't feel bad Tigra. It's just my shyness getting the better of me. But a scout is brave too so I should be able to get past that too." He let his gaze slowly take in her body a litle more.

Tigra: She frowned a little, then shifted to face him, uncurling a little. "Okay then... what are you thinking? Right now."

Christopher: "Uhmm well to be perfectly honest I'm thinking I'd like to get a better look at your body..." His face turned pure red and he looked away.

Tigra: "A better look? You can't see enough?" she grinned, clearly amused. "Well I'm sure I can oblige...." she got to her feet, "Better? Or shall I turn around for you too?"

Christopher: "Are you uhmm flirting with me?" He asked straight out as he got his better look.

Tigra: "You sound so surprised!" She grinned fangily at him, "I'm a cat... it's what we do best...." She purred through the end of the sentence.

Christopher: "Sorry I'm a bit new to this being around girls all the time stuff. So uhmm what are you thinking?" He was still staring at her body his blush slowly fading.

Tigra: "If I tell you that... I think I might break you..." she stepped over to him and crouched beside him, offering her hand to help him out of the water. "But I can show you."

Christopher: "If Cessily can't break me I don't think you can." He took her hand and let her help him up out of the water slipping his flippers off as he got out.

Tigra: Tigra lifted him easily out, her enhanced strength was good for a lot of things like that. "Well... why don't you help me get this clorine smell out of my fur and we can discuss this further?"

Christopher: "Lead the way my feline friend." He let his hands slowly slide around her waist. Damn I'm one lucky son of a bitch!

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Mon May 31, 2010 3:07 am

Tigra: Tigra sat by the window in the rec room, watching the rain. She supposed it had to rain sooner or later. But she was getting impatient. She wanted to go outside for a run but she didn't want to get mud on her nice new clothes. She pressed her nose up against the glass and mewwed plaintively at the gardens.

Eddie: The sound of boot-heel against wood preceeded Eddie's emerging into the room, he ignored the figure at the window, instead sitting down in front of the television and searching about for an X-Box controller.

Eddie: "Seen the 'zapper' about?" asked Eddie over his shoulder. That was weird; never seen her before.

Tigra: Tigra's ear twitched at the new sound and she teared her gaze away from the window, "Um.... Maybe..." She uncurled herself and moved over to the sofa on all fours, sniffing around, then she stuck her hand between the cushions and pulled it out. "There you go." She handed it over.

Eddie: Eddie accepted the device from the outstetched 'Paw?'. "New here, chick?" he smiled.

Tigra: She nodded, "Yeah.... kinda..." She climbed up onto the back of the sofa, "How about you?"

Eddie: Eddie smirked. "Nah, I was here before it was cool." he switched on the console, more interested in the new girl. "Been here long?"

Tigra: "Um... since the start of summer... not really sure how long ago that was I, er... not too good at keeping track of days... out of practise..." She rubbed the back of her neck distractedly, "Um... name's Tigra." She offered her hand to shake.

Eddie: Eddie accepted the friendly shake; "Eddie." he returned. "Yeah, was busy around then with this girl...uh..."

Eddie: He paused. "Yeah, anyway, she never called back..." he laughed dryly. "Brought another guy into the house though, thanks to that trip."

Tigra: "Oh... um... sorry she didn't call back...?" Her tail swished behind her and she chewed her lip, "So... what do you do? I mean... I'm kinda... obvious..." She gestured at her fur, "But a lot of people here seem to look pretty... normal."

Eddie: "Define 'normal'..." Eddie scoffed to the side. "I'm what they call a 'shapeshifter'; mutation in the form of 'Biomass Manipulation'. Fancy words for it."

Eddie: Eddie looked at Tigra again. "You don't look 'un-normal' to me, though." he smiled. "In fact, you look kinda cute." he winked. Good ol' charm.

Tigra: She grinned, "Yeah-huh..." She climbed down onto the seat of the sofa and curled up, pulling her tail into her lap, "Cute in an anime convention kinda way..." She rolled her eyes, "So, a shapeshifter, huh? Can I see?"

Eddie: Eddie nodded, looking around the room. His eye caught the bookshelf. "Pick a title on there." he said, inclining his head.

Tigra: Tigra looked over at the shelf, leaning a little forward and squinting because she didn't want to get up. Yay for enhanced eyesight. "Alice in Wonderland." Hey it was the first one she saw....

Eddie: Eddie raised his right hand and mouthed as a black tendril of coarse webbing whipped from his wrist and latched onto the book, he pulled it into his hand with the same alarming speed as he'd grappled it and handed it to Tigra. "Rate it?" he smirked smuggly.

Tigra: Tigra blinked, "Wow..." She turned the book over in her hands, being careful with her claws, "That was pretty fast...."

Eddie: "It's gotten quicker recently...not sure why." Eddie said, looking back at the T.V screen displaying Gears of War, but thinking more about his fight with Castle; those were some pretty sharp moves. "What about you then, honey? Another cat-furry come to live here?"

Tigra: "Yeah pretty much..." She stretched a little then curled up again, "Beats living in the woods.... especially in this weather...." she wrinkled her nose a little, "Dumb rain...."

Eddie: Eddie turned to her again. "You used to live in the wilderness?" he asked. "Seems dangerous. Well, on the other hand, what's danger to us 'god-modded' mutants?"

Tigra: "Eh, I can take care of myself..." She shrugged and extended the claws on her hands to show him, "I have enhanced strength, too... And I heal really fast.... And I'm not afraid to use it."

Eddie: "What, the healing? Yeah, it'd suck if you had a phobia of your best survival trait." Eddie joked, playing on the words. "You have the same mutations as a friend of mine, though he dosen't come here anymore..." he stopped looking at Tigra; seemed every cat-mutant reminded Eddie of him.

Tigra: "No, the strength..." She rolled her eyes then frowned a little when his scent shifted, "Your friend finished college? You miss him, huh?"

Eddie: "Finished?" Eddie laughed dryly, "No he...left." he explained. "Had his reasons, and yeah, I do miss him. From time-to-time."

Eddie: "You got anyone you miss?" Eddie asked, begining his Campaign game with a click of the 'Start' button. He should've recalled that the 'furries' could smell emotion.

Tigra: "Oh... I'm sorry..." She chewed her lip, her tail moving out of her lap to flick from side to side, "Um... no, not really... well.... I guess I'd miss my family if they were more accepting...." She shrugged, "but they're not. So...."

Eddie: Eddie shrugged. "Not everyone is; you should meet the irritating little bastard I picked up the other day!" he sighed. "Crazy story behind that kid..."

Tigra: "Sounds fun..." She grinned again, "So this is what you do for fun huh...?" She gestured at the tv and the console.

Eddie: "I murder creatures in cyberspace, apparently." Eddie grinned. "I could show you how to play if you like, and you can join me, too."

Tigra: "Oooh.... okay!" She bounced a little, "I'm sure I won't be very good at it but... I'm always open to try new things." She smiled.

Eddie: "Trust me, this is easy compared to living here." Eddie joked, not feeling the pun himself. 'Time to visit May soon...' he thought.

Raven Hare · Post by **Raven Hare** » Mon May 31, 2010 11:56 pm

Kyle: Kyle's mouth was hanging a little open as he concentrated on the tv, his thumbs and forefingers working at the gamepad in his hands. A tniy bit of drool was forming at the side of his lower lip.

Hepzibah: Silently, Hepz crept towards the rec room. There was one thing that could make her smile even on a bad day. With a grin, she spied Kyle fixated on the TV screen, his fighter jumping and kicking. The tips of her ears were all that were visible as she snuck up behind the sofa.

Kyle: When the drool was getting a little too heavy, Kyle snapped out of his daze, back of hand quickly wiping his mouth, and then his palm rubbed at the side of his nose. He took a sniff of the air, then went back to playing the game.

Hepzibah: She froze as Kyle sniffed the air. Peaking up over the cushions, Hepz's tail twitched as she got ready to pounce... And a one, and a two and a three! With that she bounded over the sofa and snagged Kyle, tumbling into the floor with him howling in laughter! "Gotcha!!"

Kyle: Kyle's reaction, however, was just giving a quick but long soppy wet lick from her chin to her forehead. "Smelled you when you got in." he grinned.

Hepzibah: "You are such a liar!" she grinned back but knew he was probably telling the truth. Kyle's nose was even more keen than hers. Giving him a friendly bite on the cheek, she leaned back wiping her face. "Speaking of smells... smells like we got some new students in." There was at least one new feral - female if her senses could be trusted.

Kyle: "I think two. I met two new ones; girl and guy." Kyle said while still lying on the floor looking up at Hepz, "Umm, one's like a cat, and the other is..um...just a little bit feral, I guess."

Hepzibah: "A cat? Another one??" She cocked her head at him and sat back, offering him her hand to pull him out of the floor. "And here, for years I thought I was the only one," she smirked. "I haven't had time to make the rounds yet - meet all the newbies. Hector's been keeping me occupied since we got home." She gave him a dirty grin.

Hepzibah: "We haven't had much 'alone time' on the way home since his sister - oh! His sister, Sophia, came back with us. Turns out mutants run in Hec's family." She frowned a little at mentioning Hector's family and wrapped her tail around her feet, the tip ticking a little.

Kyle: Kyle looked at her frowning for a second then had to ask, "Something wrong? Doesn't his sister like you?"

Hepzibah: Hepzibah sighed and shifted into her human counter self. "She likes me.... at least like this." Hepz got an embarrassed look. She knew Kyle preferred her she way she truly was. "She's, um, she's not seen me in all my furry glory..."

Kyle: "Then... how do you know she prefer you like this?" he asked, "I mean, um, if she hasn't seen you normal... how do you know she prefers you like this? "

Hepzibah: "Because all 'normals' prefer us non-furry. Unless they are paying money to come gawk at us." She got a sour look then shook her head. "But, speaking of which - What in the Hell happened to YOU?" She pointed at his bald head. If Hector hadn’t been with her the past few weeks, she had accused him of giving Kyle another hair cut.

Kyle: "Me? Umm, I stayed here for a while. Then, err, then, then I went with Cess and Matt on this nature hike thing. And, um, now I'm back." he shrugged.

Hepzibah: "Kyle!" she growled comically. "I mean your fur! What happened to all your fur?? You were significantly furry at the beginning of summer..."

Kyle: "...oh, yeah. It fell out." he answered looking down at himself, even though he was wearing a shirt. He looked back up at Hepz.

Hepzibah: "It fell out? What do you mean 'it fell out'??" Her eyes got huge. "Why did it all fall out??" If this was, by some chance, a prank Hector had pulled, she was going hang him up by his toenails...

Kyle: "Oh, yeah, the, umm, the stuff we had to take, what's the word, umm, vaccine, for the virus thing. The doctors said it sometimes causes side effects." Kyle said. "Temporary side effects." he quickly added. "Like Jay. Jay's blue. Except for his feathers. And hair."

Hepzibah: Her big green eyes got even bigger. "The vaccine made all your fur fall out? Holy shit, what are monkeying around with down there??" No way was she getting that vaccine!

Kyle: "Well... it's... it's temporary, it'll grow back. I think." He said, his head looking back down at himself again, at his arms, then lifted his shirt up, " 'least you can see my six pack now." he grinned goofily at her.

Hepzibah: "Yes I can," she grinned back, goosing his ribs. "Hard to show off all those hard muscles under all that fur, huh?" Hepz really, really hoped his fur grew back. A furless Kyle was just... unnatural.

Tigra: Tigra strolled down to the recroom, curiously sniffing at the brand new scent and Kyle! She burst through the door, "Hi Kyle!" She stopped. Uhoh... Her ears went back.

Kyle: Still holding the shirt up with one hand, the other came up higher for a wave, "Hello, Tigra, Hepz, Hepz, Tigra". He said with the grin still on his face.

Hepzibah: "Tigra?" Hepz was still in her human form, but the hair on the back of her neck stood up in response to the other feline's posture.

Tigra: Tigra shook herself. Not threatening. "Uh... hi..." she waved, "Hepz? That short for Hepzibah?" Her tail swished behind her as she edged a little further into the room.

Hepzibah: Hepz nodded, "That's right, Hepzibah." She saw Tigra relaxing her stance a little bit, but she felt instinctively on gaurd. The feral in the back of her mind was growling and pacing in it's cage.

Kyle: Kyle just eyeballed between the two girls as he sat there on the ground.

Tigra: She nodded, "People mentioned you... said you were like me?" She stayed near to the door, skirting the furniture, watching the other woman closely.

Hepzibah: "Uh huh..." Hepz hesitated a moment, then morphed back into her true form. The feral was even louder now as she felt Tigra's eyes on her. "Different breed maybe, but same species."

Tigra: Tigra blinked, her posture changing again. Oh crap. Still not threatening. She was trying really hard to stay on top of this. Outside she probably would have given up already, but there were so many breakables in here..... "Huh... bet that fur's hard to keep clean..."

Kyle: "Umm...excuse for a second." Kyle said and quickly got up and doublestepped his way into the kitchen.

Hepzibah: "Kyle?" Hepzibah looked startled as he scooted out of the killing zone. Kyle!! Get your furless butt back in here! She heard drawers opening and closing in the kitchen. She refocused on Tigra and her comment on her pristine white coat of fur. "It can be..."

Tigra: Tigra saw the movement of Kyle and felt a little abandoned. Typical guy. "That why you were all human looking....?" She took another tentative step forwards, testing out the space, wondering if the other feline was going to get defensive.

Hepzibah: "What do you mean?" Hepz's ears flicked as Tigra got closer. "I can change my appearance at will..." She stayed still, still crouched on the floor next to the sofa.

Tigra: "Which form do you like best?" She hopped up onto the back of the chair, peering down at Hepzibah, her tail in the air behind her, flicking from side to side as she sniffed to try and gauge the response from the scent.

Hepzibah: "Depends on where I am and who I'm with," she answered feeling tense and wary. Her own tail was starting to swish behind her as she stood up. She was reminded of her first meeting with Mayhem. "Why?" Her claws flexed in their sheaths.

Tigra: "Curious....." She watched her tail then looked up at her face again, sitting up, "Think it's sad you wanna look like everyone else... boring..." she cocked her head on one side, "Don't you think so?"

Kyle: Kyle came back, carrying a tray with a variety of cookies, chips, coldcuts, strawberries, and other fingerfoods, along with a couple glasses of juice. But what really stood out was what was next to the buffet. A spritzer bottle full of water. Kyle put the tray down on the coffe table, shoved some chips into his mouth, grabbed the spritzer and sat down on the couch.

Hepzibah: "Then you've obviously not had as 'interesting' a life as I have. Maybe if you'd been abandonded as a toddler, spent eight months living in a cage being tortured, left to starve death as a child and had to work as a whore and a circus freak as a teen because you couldn't find any other work - all thanks to this." she motioned to her feline appearance. "Maybe you'd long for a little boredom too," she growled.

Hepzibah: Her eyes caught Kyle coming back into the with the food and spritzer bottle. Don't you even dare think about it Fido... She looked between TIgra and Kyle, her tail swishing more violently.

Tigra: Tigra felt the hair on the back of her neck rise in response to the shift in scent and she lowered her posture again. "You have no idea what I've been through as a result of this." She gestured at herself, "But I wouldn't change it for the world. I would hate to give it up." Her tail started up again, tapping against the back of the chair.

Hepzibah: She climbed on the back of the sofa hovering over Kyle. No wonder everyone thinks ferals are idiots... "You born that way?"

Kyle: Kyle ate some more and watched the show of the cats intently.

Tigra: She decided a long time ago how she'd answer that question if she was ever asked. So long ago that she fully believed the answer herself. "Yes." She narrowed her eyes.

Hepzibah: "Really? So, tell me - pretty kitty," she smirked, seeing Tigra's eyes narrow. "What have you been through as a result of this?" Hepzibah felt insulted and enraged at the other feline's flippant disdain for this mixed blessing she'd prayed for all her life; the ability to at least look human.

Tigra: "I lived out there." She pointed out the window, "And I've been attacked. Repeatedly. By other Mutants as well as humans. I killed for food, stayed out in the snow, you don't look like you could kill anything if you had to."

Kyle: This was one of the best shows he watched in a long time. Kyle stuffed some more food in his mouth as he watched.

Hepzibah: A strange, almost psychotic smile curled at Hepz's lips. Her green eyes sparkled as she ran the body count up in her head. If you only knew, pretty kitty.... "I've never killed for food," she answered enigmatically. Reaching a hand down, she scritched Kyle behind his ears.

Tigra: "Yeah... didn't think so...." she frowned, her tail swishing from side to side, "Probably don't wanna get blood on your fur..."

Hepzibah: "No." Her smile turned into a smirk. The only blood she'd ever gotten on her was her own and... "Never got anyone else's blood on me, except Kyle's. Never even thought about it, to be honest. I'm not that sloppy. Maybe it's a good thing you are colored the way you are - to hide the mud and the blood. Kyle has that same problem too sometimes."

Tigra: Tigra growled, "You wanna try staying clean when you're living in the woods? Be my guest." She narrowed her eyes again, "You wouldn't last a week."

Hepzibah: Hepzibah morphed back into her human facade. "Fortunately, I don't have to." She hopped off the sofa gracefully, landing with barely a sound.

Kyle: "You two gonna be good friends," Kyle interrupted. "Have some strawberries." he added.
Tigra: Tigra watched Hepzibah change appearance again, "Coward..." she muttered, shaking her head. She looked over at Kyle, "Sorry, Kyle... I don't eat fruit yet..." They did smell nice though.

Hepzibah: "Come again?" Hepz was a lot of things, but she was no coward. "Care to say that again?"

Kyle: "Then have some of the ham." He suggested. "Or else." he added shaking the spritzer. "Goes for you too." He said smiling at Hepz.

Tigra: Tigra turned her head to look back at Hepz, "I said: Coward." She repeated, "Hiding behind that facade just to make life easier for yourself. It's pathetic. You should be proud to be different."

Hepzibah: "Kyle, you aim that thing at me and so help me God - I will shove it up your ass and shoot water out your nose!" Hepz hissed. She stepped right up to Tigra, her face inches away, staring her down. "Big talk from a Thunder cat wannabe who spent her time hiding in the woods."

Tigra: Tigra hissed, a low growl escaping her, "I wasn't hiding." Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her claws extended into the fabric of the chair she was perched on.

Kyle: Kyle snapped with a bark at both of them as he stood up, sprizting water at both of them. "Bad! Bad! Down!" he said. "Doesn't matter how you look. Both still act like animals. Get treated like animals." Kyle mumbled as he turned and headed for the door to the patio.

Hepzibah: Even though she was in human form, Hepz still shrieked and hissed as Kyle hit them with the water. "KYLE!!" she yelled. "You sonuvabitch!! I'm going the kill you!!" She instinctively shifted her feral form and launched herself at him eyeing the spritzer bottle and intent on making good with her threat.

Tigra: Tigra sneezed as the water went up her nose, the shock nearly throwing her off-balance. She blinked and shook her head, then watched Hepzibah chase Kyle. "Wha-?" She hopped off the back of the chair and followed them to investigate. Why was her face wet?

Kyle: And Kyle ran for his life out the back. Iris out on all three heading out the door.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:38 am

Tigra: Tigra was stretched out on the patio snoozing in the sun. She'd had a nice big lunch and a run before that. Sleeeepy. And it was nice and warm. She'd sat down to watch the birds and dosed off.

Christopher: Chris ran down the halls looking in random rooms for Tigra not thinking that she would be outside on such a great day. "Tigra you around here anywhere!?!?" He slowed down his pace still checking places here and there.

Tigra: Her tail tapped lightly on the floor of the patio, ear flicking to frighten an insect away. She stretched out a little then rolled onto her back.

Christopher: Chris walked around till he got to the front door and decided to venture outside. "Hey Tigra you out here?" He yelled hoping she could hear him and help him find her.

Tigra: Tigra cracked an eye open. She yawned and stretched then sat up and looked around. "Fell asleep..." she mumbled to herself, getting to her feet. She stepped off the patio and onto the lawn, finding a patch of shade, she lay down in it on the cool grass. Better.

Christopher: Chris wandered around the lawn until he spotted a little orange and black dot and ran off after it. "Tigra! Ha I found you!"

Tigra: She lifted her head and blinked at him, "So you have.... I wasn't aware I was being searched for... did I agree to a game and forget about it?"

Christopher: "Nope I was just searching for you. But if you wanna play a game." He touched her nose. "Tag you're it." He smiled and laughed a little.

Tigra: "You could never out run me, don't even try." She grinned and stretched some more, "So why were you searching for me?"

Christopher: "Who said I'd want to out run you." He gave her a coy smirk.

Tigra: She giggled, "Never say never..." she got to her feet, brushing the grass from her clothes. "So... you were looking for me, why?" she prompted again.

Christopher: "Hmm maybe I just wanted to see a cute girl before I left for Australia." He gave her a smile and then looked around to make sure they didn't have any eavesdroppers.

Tigra: She raised an eyebrow, "You woke me up for that?" she frowned at him looking around, "There's no one else out here, why the shifty looks?"

Christopher: "Ouch well I figured you'd like the compliment but I guess I'll just get straight down to busines." She's acting a lot different than she did the other day. "Think you'd mind watching my fish while I'm gone? I have instructions and everything is labeled." He pulled out the few sheets of paper out of his pocket.

Tigra: "Fish? Uh..." she chewed her lip, "I wouldn't be my first choice for that job...." she looked at the papers.

Christopher: "Please Tigra? I don't have anyone else I can ask. I'll do anything you want to make up for it!" He looked at her with pleading eyes.

Tigra: Her tail swished from side to side as she considered. "I.... I guess I can.... if you've got no one else....."

Christopher: "Thanks Tigra!" He reached out and hugged her tightly. "That's a big weight lifted off my shoulders."

Tigra: "A weight off? Are you sure?" she pulled back and looked at him, "You're trusting a giant cat to feed your expensive fish....."

Christopher: "Yup I trust you Tigra! Plus those kinds of fish taste nasty." He gave her another big smile and kissed her cheek. "Thank you soooo much!"

Tigra: "Trust me? You barely know me..." And I have poor impulse control.... "But... you're welcome I guess...."

Christopher: "I like to give people the benefit of the doubt." He gave her a big smile.

Tigra: "I better live up to your expectations then...." She held her hand out for the papers.

Christopher: "Well so far you've exceeded my expectations." He gave her a little smirk.

Tigra: She blinked at him, a blush heating her face under her fur. "Yeeeah..." She grabbed the papers and had a look through them, "How long you gone for?" She looked up from the papers for a moment.

Christopher: "Uhmm a weak maybe more. My cell number's on there if you need to get ahold of me in case anything happens. And you can always keep it if you wanna talk to someone." He gave her a little wink.

Tigra: She gave him a small smile, "Okay..." she folded the papers and stuffed them into the back pocket in her hotpants. "I promise, if anything happens to your fish... because of me... I'll pay for it..." Her tone and expression deadly serious. She was terrified she'd kill one.

Christopher: "You'll do fine Tigra." His smile never faded. "You're great Tigra! Thanks again. Is there anything I can do for you to make up for this?"

Tigra: She shook her head, the worried look not leaving her face, "Don't offer to pay me back til I've done the job well..." She glanced at the treeline, couldn't say she didn't warn him.

Christopher: "Hmm maybe half now and half later so you have a bigger incentive to do it well?" He looked over to where she was looking.

Tigra: "I..." movement on a branch. Her tail picked up speed. She leaned a little closer to the trees, it was a squirrel. They were fun.

Christopher: "See something interesting?" He shyly scratched behind her ear remembering she liked that.

Tigra: "Squi----ohhhh..." she closed her eyes and purred.

Christopher: "Hehe. Knew that was one of your weak spots." He kept scratching behind her ear.

Tigra: All thoughts of the squirrel vanished from her mind as he posture relaxed considerably. She leaned into his hand.

Christopher: "Hehe you really do like that don't you?" He didn't stop the attention to the spot behind her ear.

Tigra: She nodded, purring growing louder. Stooooooop.... I have stuff to do! God Damn it!

Christopher: He kept scratching behind her ear. "So what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

Tigra: Well I WAS going to do some research.... The feral fought against her. It was quite happy with the pettings. She finally won and pulled away from him, running her hand through her hair.

Christopher: "Sorry did I do something you didn't like?" Chris scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

Tigra: She shook her head, "N-no... I..." Dammit! "Sorry..." She backed up a little more, "I... it's complicated..." she chewed her lip, her tail curling around her legs.

Christopher: "Oh uhmm sorry I didn't mean to do anything bad. Just wanted to show my appreciation." He blushed a little feeling quite dumb.

Tigra: Tigra shook her head again, "It's nothing you did..." She stepped back towards him and put her hand on his arm, "It's my problem... you just kind of highlighted it without realising it or meaning to...."

Christopher: "Oh uhmm okay. I'm sorry. I just figured since last time I did it you really liked it you wouldn't mind this time." He tried to smile but it came out a bit more awkward than he wanted.

Tigra: She sighed, nodding and looking down at her feet stading out bright against the green of the lawn. "It's not that I mind..." she said carefully, "It's just... well... it's complicated... I'm not exaggerating or trying to avoid explaining... it's just... there's too much...."

Christopher: "It's fine Tigra I just don't wanna do anything that'd bother you. Especially after what you're doing for me."

Tigra: "You're not bothering me, don't worry..." she looked up again and gave him a small smile, "I'm sorry... I'm just not used to this..."

Christopher: He returned her smile with one of his own. "It's my fault don't worry bout it."

Tigra: She shook her head, "It's not your fault at all, it's entirely my fault." Damned feral. "I won't let you take the blame."

Christopher: He poked her nose playfully. "How bout it's both our faults?"

Tigra: She wrinkled her nose and sniffed a little then rubbed the end of her nose with her hand. "It was my fault, though..." she said in a small voice, "I'm the one that failed on the impulse control.... again." She rolled her eyes at herself and turned away. "I'll take care of your fish as best I can, I promise... you don't owe me anything."

Christopher: "Yeah I do especially after all that fun we had." He gaver her a naughty look. "You think of something you really want and I'll get it or make it for you okay?"

Tigra: Tigra looked at him over her shoulder, a little sadness on her face, "What I want... you can't give me." She headed for the woods, "I'm gonna go for a walk... have fun in Australia...."

Christopher: "Oh uhmm I'm sorry Tigra. Uhmm hey hold up a sec." He ran over and gave her another quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks again Tigra. I'll bring you back something cool."

Tigra: She blinked a little in surprise at the kiss, "I... you don't have to... just take lots of pictures..." she gave him a small smile, "But I guess a boomerang would be fun..." She leapt straight up and landed in the branches of a tree. "Watch out for the jellies!" she called down before vanishing into the foliage.

Svartfreja · Post by **Svartfreja** » Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:55 am

Tigra sniffed at the door and cautiously turned the handle, she poked her head inside and looked around. "Okay.... I can do this...." She stepped the rest of the way through the door and closed it behind her. She took a deep breath and let it out again slowly as she pulled out the instructions.

"Hi Fishies..." She opened up the top of the tank, balancing on a chair so she could see in properly. "Got you all some food... Not gonna eat ya..." She sprinkled the food on and watched them eating it up. "Well that wasn't so bad...." She continued to watch them, not noticing her hand was moving towards the surface until she felt the water.

"Ack!" She pulled her hand away quickly, startling the fish, then slammed the top back down again. "Uhhh... Byebye Fishies! See you tomorrow!" She made a hastey retreat to the door and slammed it behind her once she was in the hallway. "Idiot. Why did you agree to this?" She curled up on the floor by the door, "Who are you trying to fool...?"