Interesting... (Ice)

[kitty]

Why is it Kitty only let herself go into her cat form within the safety of The Basement? Well... Kitty was weird. She didn't want her inner beast to actually come into contact with anyone when Kitty herself wasn't mentally home. She was worried about what kind of things she would do and where she would go when in cat-form. After all, she herself knew she had to stay within her own district and the center, but who was to say in the primal and simple-minded thought process she had in her cat-form, that she would remember to stay within her boundries?

That was part of the reasoning she made sure people knew to stay away from The Basement. Because if people knew to stay away, they wouldn't go opening the door and accidentally letting Kitty out in her saber-tooth form.

Well... that, and a good lot of the rumors about The Basement were actually true.

This was Kitty's disciplinary area. Having to see Kitty in her office was typically a bad thing, but being dragged down into this dark cave? that was so much worse. Because The Basement was where there were bloodstains on the concrete ground, where there was the ever so faint smell of decay and rotting flesh... And, of course, the faint and wonderful aroma of Nepeta Cataria, better known as catnip plants. Hey! Kitty was more feline in her human form then most of the other werecats after all! Sure, the plant had... amusing effects on her in her cat-form, but in her human form the smell was just... pleasant. It calmed her down and relaxed her whenever she caught it's scent. Not to mention, it being catnip and her being partially feline, the stuff just cheered her up. That was why there was a small Nepeta Cataria plant in her office, a good few in The Basement, and at least one in every room back at Beatitas Domus.

However, Kitty's time in cat-form was just about done... Well, had just finished. That's why the sound of the heavy metal door opening on screechy hinges went entirely unnoticed to her. Faintly enough, she realized in some small part of her mind that Amieé had come into the room and left, however the amount of pain caused by her bones rapidly shifting around under her skin, her fangs turning back into teeth, fur turning back into flesh, tailbone shortening, ears relocating... to say that whole experience of shifting from one form to another was painful was putting it lightly. Kitty's groans and gasps of pain remained unheard by anyone, locked within the vault that was The Basement. Only aware of the cold stone ground on which she was tossing about, writhing in pain and agony. She never screamed however, not once. Kitty never screamed, not since the day her father turned her into the freak she was today.

After a few moments which felt like a years to Kitty, it was finally over. As she fought to normalize her breath, Kitty finally lifted her head off the stone cold ground to look around, eyes still the same deep blue cats eyes they were in her feline form. Because ever since she had been injected with... whatever it was, her hair, her nails, her eyes, not even the way she walked had ever been the same. groaning quietly as she slowly pushed herself up onto her arms and knees, her whole body feeling the usual momentary sore ache and disorientation. Looking around, Kitty caught sight of something that brought a faint smile to her face: Someone (most likely Amieé, knowing her) had brought a change of clothes into the room. Gathering herself up off the ground, Kitty moved her disheveled hair back into place and made her way over to where the untorn clothing lay in a neat folded pile with the black boots beside it. Running her retracted-clawed fingers faintly over the pile of clothing, the scents flooded up Kitty's nose, tilting up one corner of her mouth into a slight smile. Yes, it was most definitely Amieé that brought the clothes in... Kitty's own clothes to be exact. Faintly around the clothes, Kitty could pick up Amieé's scent, but buried deeper into the fabric, that was Kitty's own scent. Her own scent telling her that they belonged to her alone and no one else.

Well, Kitty sure as hell wasn't going to stand around naked.

Once fully clothed and copper lip-ring back into place, Kitty walked with her usual cat-like prowl on the balls of her feet, her heels never once touching the ground, towards the heavy metal door, dragging it open before quickly making her way up the stairs while running her fingers through her hair, not really wanting it to be such a mess, but with no hairbrush to fix it, that was the best she could do, so she was okay with that.

Unlocking the wooden door that opened into a hallway where you could hear the muted beats of the club, Kitty swung the door open, locking it after her and slipping the key back into her leather jacket, remembering to zip the pocket up afterward. She didn't want to loose the damned key again after all. Accompanied by the light clinking of the chains on her clothing, the soft footfalls of her boots against the ground and the muted base of the music from the club, Kitty made her way across the hallway and finally through the final set of doors that led into her absolute favorite club. Pushing the doors open, a faint smile tugged over the redhead's face as she was bombarded by the thumping base of the music. Sure, the heavy and loud music was a bit hard on her ears, but she loved and welcomed the music none the less. There was something about it, something Kitty couldn't pinpoint, something about music that... made everything seem like it would be alright, and as if everything was fine. That was why she played, why she loved it all, clubs, music, instruments, if nothing made sense to her, if the world was falling apart around her, it was music that would make it all alright.

She stood there for a moment, by the double doors that led to the hallway that had the doors to the washrooms, the door that led to the stairway which would lead up to Kitty's office, and of course, the door that led down into the basement. Now, as far as Kitty could (correction: was willing to) recall, she didn't think she had anything to do, let alone anything planned, and Amieé wasn't around to remind her of anything so...

What to do?

Honestly, at the moment, Kitty couldn't think of anything particular she wanted to do, so she supposed she would think on it for a moment.

Who knows? Maybe something interesting would come up.

TADA! *jazz-hands* lol this is what I call a post-code, complete with manip, opener and closer before and after the post, and a little box for info about the post ^-^ Though this was the first time I used actual images for everything instead of UBBC coding most of it, but that's what happens when you loose fonts! Besides, now everyone can see the pretty words whether they have the fonts used or no! ^-^ Though, honestly speaking, this one was a trial, my next ones will probably turn out better. 1153 Ice {Click!} Alright enough Nothing, unless you count my brother playing Red Dead on his xbox360? Post code made by Miyu. Steal and die! ^-^

[abel]

The club was rocking that night with a whole bunch of the interesting shenanigans too much alcohol and a guarantee that there will be no charges for solicitation of a minor allowed for. As people danced in time to the thumping of the music hitting hard thanks to heavy base, a lone figure navigated carefully at the sidelines of the event. His long black hair kept his facial expression hidden but his body showed apprehension at the concept of even entering the main area where the dancing was. Sure... He sometimes stepped towards that area as though fully set to go and do some rapid fire horrible dancing. But then he backed up fairly quickly, making one wonder why he was in the area in the first place if he had not been planning to even dance in the adult club.

Honestly, Ice wondered the same thing. He was nearer to the sections for sitting down and talking rather than the dance floor but he had been sort of torn between the two. He wasn't exactly the dancing type... He did know how to dance so that concept of him doing some horrific dancing was unfounded. But dancing wasn't really a good idea for him, not only because he had a bit of social anxiety but also because he had a problem with touch. That problem with touch could cause some problems naturally with dealing with a club but perhaps he could suck it up and eventually have a good time? Well... It wasn't the general touch problems that were the issues, it was Ice's problem with female touch which tend to make him a bit embarrassed and nervous about entering these sorts of places.

See.... when Ice got touched by females, he tend to freak out. Not in a 'eww, don't touch me!' way but in more of a 'having a dreadful flashback' way. He saw his past that he would never admit to anyone which he obviously wanted to avoid. But a dance club was one of the worst places to go to avoid touch. Which was why he ran a bar and why he was never usually here. But today was an exception and a very stupid one. Oh well... He would do his best to have fun since he was here anyways.... But first he needed a comfort drink or two or several. Perhaps he could meet someone new and become friends with them... If he got out of his perpetual wall flowerness.

Perhaps that was it. He wanted to make friends for once. Despite how people may assume since Ice was very much of an introvert in action, he liked being with people and defining himself by them. It was just what happened to him made him more afraid of people. Occasionally though, something of his subconscious probably wanted him to deal with people again and make new friends... Well... This was going oh so well... while Ice had been thinking his feet had wandered to the more bar-like area. He ordered a drink, just a random one that wasn't blood to have something to taste in his lonliness and self pity, before watching people dance. His face was covered by his hair except for his blue eyes and the punk dressed man rocked to the beat of the music while staying as wall flower-like as possible.