Bad Luck: Paint Job (Open...for now)

[Evony Vasiliev]

The weather was overcast. Moody grey clouds slowly rolled overhead as a distant rumble quaked across the sky. A storm was passing, the heavy curtain of rain passing over the mountains like a big wet blanket. Hammel was still dry, and would be for a while, but the smell of rain and rather drab climate encouraged the motley collection of students to avoid the outside...well more than they usually did. Only a few hung around the courtyard, some were reading, drawing or hiding behind corners and kissing, standard Hammel activities really.

Evony, however, was doing none of these things and although the thought of making out with someone on school grounds should have been tempting, all it left was a bitter taste in her mouth. The dainty acrobat was perched atop one of the park benches, her body curled up as she wistfully watched the clouds pass by. What was once bright blue hair had faded into a dull and pale aqua, now resembling her more natural and boring hair colour. The girl hadn't been bothered to recolour it, there wasn't much point.

Well, she hasn't exactly bothered to do anything worthwhile as of late.

Writing letters to her father only left her with half completed scraps of paper on her bedroom floor and 'shopping' was not the grand challenge it used to be. Dancing did take the girl's mind of things, but only for so long...soon enough her body would ache and her mind would return to the thinking about...

Well it didn't matter apparently, not anymore anyway.

She simply needed to get out of her room, so the courtyard just next to it seemed the best option to get away from everything.

With her head rested against the backboard of the bench the Blue Bird lazily gazed at her surroundings, neither paying attention to anything in particular or doing anything meaningful. The porcelain skinned girl just sat and watched. 

[Kitrana Moore]

As the porcelain-skinned dull-aqua-haired dainty acrobat bluebird sat and looked half miserable and payed attention to nothing in particular, she was being stalked and had no idea.. At that very moment, in fact, her stalker was within range to grab her and steal her away..... If said stalker wasn't absolutely tiny and completely incapable of moving anything near the size of even a small human. No, Evony wasn't being stalked in the creeper way, she was being stalked in the kitty way.. Because her stalker was, at present, a grey cat. (clicky for visual)

Said green-eyed cat had actually been sneaking around for several minutes by this point.. and finally decided that the girl definitely wasn't waiting for anyone or doing anything important. In fact, if anything, she seemed to be moping or sad.. Regardless of the accuracy of this assumption, it had been determined that she needed a kitty.. and a kitty she would have. With a leap, the cat was effortlessly on the backrest of the bench, and just as quickly it's paws were on Evony's shoulder as it nuzzled gently against her face and purred.

It was trying to get a reaction out of her.. trying to make her smile or grin or.. something. If she managed to ignore the cat for more than a few seconds, the kitty would hop down from her shoulder on to the bench, then wriggle and worm it's way onto her lap.. where it would nose at her arms and hands and mew at her until she snapped out of her fog enough to at least acknowledge that it existed. If she put it down, it would hop right back up and sit and stare at her, putting it's paw on her arm. If she looked away to ignore it, it would snuggle up against her tummy and knead at her leg. And if she yelled at it or told it to go away, it would reach up and press a paw to her lips in a gesture that clearly said 'shut up and pet me'.

Kit liked being a kitty.

[Evony Vasiliev]

A distant rumble in the sky sent a shiver down Evony's spine, momentarily jolting her out of the seemingly content daze. Her fingers had naturally found themselves twiddling with the bracelets on her wrist and her skinny legs lazily swung back and forth, a slow rhythm which kept the blood pumping. What could have been a few more minutes listening to the songs of the sky and watching distant lighting twirl amongst the clouds was broken by something very soft and very warm.

A light gasp wiggled out of the girl's throat at the 'sudden' appearance of the little grey cat, her cerulean eyes quickly gazing into the creature's own. Now, Hammel did have a bad habit of shapeshifters and Luxanna did tell her about the large amount of Metahumans gifted with the power. Was this a stray pet or some weird-ass student.

Evony did not even need a moment to consider that.

"Well...hello cutie." Evy whispered, giving the kitten a wan smile and gently tapping it on the nose. Truth be told, Evony was never much of a cat person, she neither loved them nor loathed them but in most cases she could tolerate the incessant meowing and attention seeking. But the dainty acrobat was alone, with nothing more than the company of the furry new arrival and she allowed an actual grin to slip over her lips. At least it could provide her with some company.

The cat seemed to have its own plans and soon enough it had landed on her lap and made itself at home. Something which forced Evony to glance around just in case any worried owner was fussing about.

"If we were back home you'd probably be caught by a hag and cooked in a stew.." Evony sighed, tussling the cat behind the ears as her thoughts returned to the nomadic life she left behind in Europe. "Good thing I'm not a hag." She shrugged, speaking to no one in particular...other than the pussy between her legs.

[Kitrana Moore]

So.. Acceptance was good. Lack of freaking out of covering mouth and nose was good. Lack of sudden water and/or flailing.. also good. In fact, this girl with the tragically faded hair (Kit bet that it looked amazing when it was freshly colored) seemed to be reluctantly happy about Kit's presence. Though the bump on the nose was a surprise that had Kitty eyes crossed and blinking, staring for a moment before a quick head shake fixed things. But then there was being called 'cutie'.. Which was, by and large, enough to make up for the nose touch. Good kitties wanted little more than to be cute and to be loved.. and despite being technically human, Kit was awful friggin catlike.

When it came to whether or not this grey cat was a shapeshifter or a stray, though, Evony would be getting some pretty obvious signs at the mention of being caught and cooked by a hag.. The cat deadpanning to meet her eyes, it's mouth hanging open slightly, the hair on the back of it's neck standing up.. No! But Evony then confirmed that she wasn't, in fact, a hag.. and the cat seemed to relax considerably, sticking it's tongue out at the girl.

Shortly after, though, Kit stood on her back legs, putting her front paws on the girl's shoulder as if to stretch, only to paw at her hair, mewing sadly.. As if it was sad that her hair was so faded. It then gave her a determined stare and nudged the hair with it's nose.. quite obviously trying to send a message... If Evony didn't get the message, well.. Kit would just have to change into something with lips and a tongue suited for speaking.

[Evony Vasiliev]

It wasn't often that strays found the blue haired thief, it was often the other way round. Whether it be climbing on rooftops, slipping into backyards and shady alleyways Evony had made acquaintances with the more dirty animals on offer. Skinny strays and squeaking nice were just another piece to her world, well...the one she had chosen to seperate herself from. This kitten, with its plump body and soft grey fur was unlike the feral things that spat and clawed whenever she wandered by. This thing was pampered, well behaved and the lively spark in its eyes told her one thing. It was loved.

It's responses only continued to becoming more and more peculiar and the Blue Bird attempted to make sense of the strangely human qualities the kitty possessed. Cocking a brow the girl inched her head back ever so slightly, pursing her lips as theories came bounding into her mind. "You know, if you really are just a normal kitty I hope your owner knows how different you are." The emphasis on the word different could've been taken differently. Metahuman or not, the cat was doing its job and keeping her thighs warm and her mind distracted.

A distant rumble of thunder boomed over the mountains several miles away, although the sound was quickly muffled by the animal's mewling.

If Evy's hair was it's 'normal' vibrant blue she may have jerked back at having some animals claws anywhere near her head but there wasn't much to fuss over with the dull blonde/blue and she gingerly glanced back at the kitten, giving the thing a weak smile. "Sorry cutie, nothing much to look at." She murmured, tugging at a strand of her hair. "Maybe when things get better I'll have a different colour..." Evony contemplated aloud before glancing back at the cat's little grey paws.

Why were the paws wet and red?

A moment of panic at the thought of blood quickly died down when she touched the thick red stuff, it was paint. Same colour as the bench. It didn't take long for the peices to fit together and a low squeal echoed at the back of her throat at the ghastly realisation.

"Oh shit..."

[Kitrana Moore]

Oh shit? .. Why 'oh shit'? The cat glanced at her own paws, then went more than a bit wide-eyed and sprang backwards looking horrified. She landed on the ground, furiously trying to wipe the paint off of herself on the ground.. it was on her tail, on her legs, all over her paws.. Kit hated slimy, sticky things, especially in her fur or hair! GAH!

After a few moments, she had mostly failed at getting un-painted and finally resigned to her fate.. The kitty looked genuinely depressed.. right before it stood on it's back legs, then shifted it's form back to that of a human.. wearing a grey long-sleeve shirt and green cargo pants..

"Dammit, there's no sign! They are supposed to put signs on this stuff! I did not see a sign. If there's a sign, its a crappy sign. Didn't warn me at all. Crap." She steamed for another moment before stepping forward and looking at the mess she'd made all over Evony. Never mind that there was paint literally on the inside of her socks and all over her hands and body (under her clothes) right now, she'd totally assisted in ruining this girl's outfit..

"You're coming with me and we're getting you cleaned up." Before Evony could object, Kit would literally lean down and hoist the girl onto her shoulder.. simultaneously getting paint all over the rest of her own clothes and in her hair and everything else. Kit didn't matter at the moment nearly as much as Evony.. Evony had been nice to a kitty.. and seemed to need a friend... and even if the whole 'not actually being a kitty' thing was a bit shocking or surprising or strange to her, the girl still needed a friend regardless of the number of legs they had.

"You're coming to my dorm so you don't trash yours... and after we get you cleaned up, we are gonna make that hair amazing again." ...Of course, Evony, being the acrobat that she supposedly was, could likely come up with a way to get out of Kit's grip at any time.... If she didn't, though, she would find herself quickly on the way to dorm number 210 on the shoulder of a girl who had just been a cat with brilliant red hair.