Never Alone Who: Kitty OTA When: 2:30pm 12/4 Where: Wandering outside What: Meeting a new friend...or an enemy?
Kitty was not a nervous person by nature. She'd never really had any reason to be. Growing up, she'd been confident in practically everything she did, from ballet, to Tae Kwon Do, to computers. She wasn't vain or over confident, just secure in the knowledge that she was reasonably good at various things in life. Three days ago, that all changed.
The last thing she remembered was the woman in the airport bathroom handing her a handkerchief. After that, nothing until she woke up in an unfamiliar room with an electric collar around her neck and an inability to phase through anything. She'd been forced to shower under watchful eyes, searched to the point of humiliation, and injected with something that burned on the way in and left her feeling violated in a way she couldn't quite explain. No one ever spoke directly at her except to bark a command, they always talked like she wasn't there. One exception to the rule was a man who'd come into her room just that morning, telling her that her new home was in the Blue Block (whatever that was) and gave her a verbal list of all the rules. They were simple enough; don't piss anyone off and you'll be fine. There was talk around her about fighting and working, what use she would be to whom, and how much of a profit they figured she'd turn at the arena and the pens. Kitty listened to it all, wide blue eyes watching each face and listening to every word.
After her shot, she'd been told she was free to go. Free to go. It wasn't as promising as it sounded. Her surroundings were foreign, the air that was supposed to be cold and threatening snow was warm, and it seemed like Dorothy had officially left Kansas...or been abducted from it.
For an hour she'd been wandering, refusing to make eyes contact with anyone and shying away from even brushing shoulders with anyone. She didn't want to be touched, even by those who were obvious mutants just from the look of them. Now with the general layout of the island in her mind and connections made as to what everything was for, Kitty had found herself a nice unobtrusive spot in the trees. She was leaning against a thick trunk, well aware there were eyes on her at all times, even when she couldn't see them. The burning sting in her eyes was familiar; it seemed like all she'd done these past three days was cry. Someone had betrayed her and it wasn't hard to figure out who. Now she was on some God forsaken island, alone, and terrified that she'd never see home again. Sinking to the soft grassy ground, Kitty pulled her knees up to her chest, rested her forehead on her knees, and cried.