It was early in the saterday morning. Hymn woke up very early totally excited as if it was christmas morning and presents awaited her. To bad that it wasn't that day but she was excited to see saterday morning cartoons like she did when she was 7. Those where the things she treasured mosts and now that she was free again she took the oppertunity to take that old habit up again even thought she is 10 years older now.

She picked up some cerial and milk from the cafeteria and moved to the recreational area. Nobody was there yet because most of the people slept in on saterday mornings. She turned to tv on and with a little bit of toying around with the remote she found the right channel. She pulled of a few pillows from the couch and stacked them on the floor. She sat down on the pillows and crossed her legs, playing the bole in the hole that she made with her legs. She started her breakfast and the crunching sound could be heard throught the entire room. And so the cartoons began and a smile came on Cailyn's face as she rocked her body softly back and fort while looking at the tv that was hanging in the corner of the ceiling.

Groggily Isabel dragged herself through the halls and various rooms of the Sanctuary, still wearing her loose pajama bottoms and cami top. It was just one of those days where she'd woken up early for some unknown reason and had been unable to get herself back into a decent sleep for a few more hours. After the last half hour of drifting between sleep and wakefulness with some tossing and turning, she'd finally given up and gotten out of bed, not bothering to change her outfit so early in the morning, nor really wanting to do so anyways. While making her rounds down another hallway she picked up the sound of the TV in the Recreation area, stopping for a moment to turn her head in the direction of the room. Now who on earth would be up so early? She was sure there'd be a few others, but not many settled back down to rest right away. Considering it was mutants that lived there, most of the early risers were out and about shortly after getting up, be it to burn off extra energy or something else. Turning the rest of her body to face where she'd directed her attention to, she lazily moved in the direction of the Recreation Room, stopping just inside the doorway in order to see if she could find the source of the noise. Obviously the TV was on, and from what she could see it was turned to a station that played their Saturday morning cartoons at such an early hour. Slowly she worked her way further into the room, expecting to find one of the few younger residents of the Sanctuary sitting somewhere to watch the shows blinking on the television screen. Needless to say she was a bit surprised to find a girl just about her own age nestled down into a small pile of couch cushions, having a simple cereal breakfast. "A little old to be getting up early just to watch Saturday morning cartoons, aren't you?" she inquired, letting her own body carelessly plop down into a nearby chair.

"A little old to be getting up early just to watch Saturday morning cartoons, aren't you?"

Cailyn was starled by the voice. She turned around to see a girl sitting in a chair. Immediatly she started hearing things again. The whispers where teasing her, changing the direction they talked to her and she moved her head to try and face them everytime with a bit of a oncomferable look on her face. She then stopped at the girl and said: "But i like cartoons." The whispers commented on her reply. They mostly said to her that she wasn't responding very well and that the girl thought she was stupid because of it. Cailyn believed them and moved her head facing towards the tv again only this time she wasn't smiling anymore. "Im not stupid." she softly replied to the whispers and she continued eating her breakfast and the crunching sound returned.

One eyebrow rose as Isabel watched the girl look first at her and then directionlessly around the room. For a brief moment she thought the girl might even be blind, but her gaze was too direct, not to mention the fact that she seemed to be watching the television, not just listening to it. She was by now used to seeing unusual things, though it didn't necessarily mean she'd become any less curious about odd behaviors. With the girl's simple explanation of just liking the cartoons, Isabel gave a halfhearted little shrug. "Alright then, suit yourself. I just don't see why it's such a big deal that you'd want to be up so early for them," she replied, watching the girl with mild interest as she seemed to no longer be trying to direct her gaze at something Isabel could not see. With the girl's next batch of words, Isabel had to pause a moment before she figured out what had been said. The girl had spoken so softly she'd barely been able to hear her over the television. "Hey now, I never said you were stupid," she said, wondering where the girl could have gotten such a notion. Either she was assuming Isabel's own thoughts, or she was superimposing the spoken thoughts of others onto her. "I just didn't expect someone close to my age getting all set up to watch cartoons on a Saturday morning is all. It doesn't make you stupid if you do, it's just not something I'm used to seeing." Briefly Isabel let her words drift off, her attention flitting between the decently sized television screen and the young woman on the floor. "What's your name, anyway? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before. Are you a new resident?"

"Hey now, I never said you were stupid,"

Cailyn heard the girl and she turned her head again. Her mouth was full of cereal and she chewwed on it and swallowed it. "You didn't, they did." She replied. Cailyn mostly spoke of the voices like they where people that everybody could see and hear.

"I just didn't expect someone close to my age getting all set up to watch cartoons on a Saturday morning is all. It doesn't make you stupid if you do, it's just not something I'm used to seeing."

That made Cailyn think about herself. Was she weird because she watched cartoons. She remembered that as a kid she used to do it allot but then again she was stuck in a mental institution for like 10 years. She replied with: "They didn't let me watch cartoons where i lived." She spoke the truth and the whispers talked to her some more as she focused on the screen again.

"What's your name, anyway? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before. Are you a new resident?"

She turned her head around again. All this turning around and questions where fine and all to her but she tried to watch some cartoons. "They say my name is Cailyn." She said to the girl with a smile.

Isabel was growing a little more confused about this girl the more she spoke. Not being able to watch cartoons where she'd previously lived wasn't all that unusual. Isabel had heard about plenty of overbearing parents not allowing their children to watch certain things, if they were allowed to watch television at all. But the 'they' that the girl kept speaking of was something her attention caught on. There was no one else in the room to have spoken and called the girl stupid, unless she was again speaking of past experiences. And the way she presented her name was as if it wasn't really what she was supposed to be called, but instead just a title that someone had slapped on her and that she'd run with. "Who's 'they'?" Isabel asked, figuring to see if she could get some answers concerning the various points of question in her mind. "We're the only two people in here right now, and I didn't hear anyone calling you stupid. I don't know if you mean someone that isn't here at the moment or not, but I didn't hear anything like that said." The way the girl had spoken almost made it seem as if the 'they' in her two responses were one in the same, though Isabel could not be certain since she'd only just met her. Though thus far she was certainly making a unique impression. "Well, I'm Isabel. And who says your name is Cailyn? Is that your real name, or just something someone calls you? What do you call yourself?"

"Who's 'they'?"

Making her think about who they where made Cailyn's head explode. It gave her headaches trying to figure it out so she found it best to let that subject rest for the time being. "I don't know, they won't let me find out." She replied and nodded.\

"We're the only two people in here right now, and I didn't hear anyone calling you stupid. I don't know if you mean someone that isn't here at the moment or not, but I didn't hear anything like that said."

This made her question if "they" where even here. They spoke to her but they only speak to her. She fiddled with her spoon a bit because she felt a bit ashamed and she blushed a bit. "They only talk to me." she replied slowly with her head looking downwards.

"Well, I'm Isabel. And who says your name is Cailyn? Is that your real name, or just something someone calls you? What do you call yourself?"

"Hello isabel." she said. She had no clue what she called herself. They mostly said that her name was Cailyn and her father called her that so she thought that Cailyn was her name. She didn't quiet understand what she ment. "But my name is Cailyn." she responded a bit confused.

Isabel listened curiously for the explanations that the girl offered to her. They were vague and the girl, Cailyn, seemed as if she wasn't completely sure of anything herself. Some of her answers almost seemed like questions, and she noted the slight blush and also the look of mild confusion on the girl's face. From the sound of it, this 'they' that she was speaking of could be all in her head, since it was explained that they only talked to this girl and as far as Isabel knew, there really was no one else in the room. "So 'they' were not really physical people. 'They're more like bodiless voices that only you can hear," Isabel commented, not really asking this time. She'd seen plenty of television shows and movies throughout her stay in the Sanctuary and some time before. Typically when people spoke of hearing voices and such, it was all in their mind and was usually written up as some sort of multiple personality disorder. However, that didn't necessarily mean that the girl was crazy, as was usually the case in movies. Isabel had known at least one other mutant that had voices in his head, and that particular individual was quite sane, though the multiple personality aspect seemed to have been correctly applied. The Sanctuary was a home for mutants, so it was safe to assume this girl was a mutant. The voices could very well be linked to some kind of mutation that she had. "Alright, if you say so, then your name is Cailyn. You had just worded it a little strangely and I was curious." Lazily Isabel shifted in the plush armchair that she'd settled in, tucking one leg up under her body and contemplating grabbing something to eat for herself. "Well since you're living here I'm guessing that you're a mutant, right? What exactly is it that you can do?"

"So 'they' were not really physical people. 'They're more like bodiless voices that only you can hear,"

That was confusing. She always thought of the voices as people that talked to her in her mind. She shook her head and said: "They only talk to me because i listen." She explained. That was the logical explaination that she had made up for herself a long time ago.

"Well since you're living here I'm guessing that you're a mutant, right? What exactly is it that you can do?"

What did she do. The people at the asylum always spoke of her being evil and bad. Thinking about it made her sad. She got all gloomy at that question and simple answered : "I do bad things." She never really talked about what she did and she didn't know what it was either. She just did things to people and she couldn't explain it.

"Fair enough," was the simple answer Isabel gave to the response she received for her earlier question. It made enough sense that someone would speak to a person that listened to them. And Isabel couldn't really say she'd ever listened for any disembodied voices to start speaking to her. It wasn't hard to catch the slight fall in the girl's expression at Isabel's next posed questions. This girl seemed to go through a good number of emotions fairly quickly. And the answer that was given was a little less than helpful. It wasn't an explanation of abilities as Isabel had expected, but was instead a categorization of how she used them. Hell, most people called Isabel evil or worse, though she didn't necessarily believe it. She did things her own way in order to benefit herself and those she was closest to. She honestly believed that she was doing good work for mutants, even though she was well aware that a good number of her actions were quite radical. "Bad is all a point of view, really. What one person sees as bad, another may see as good," Isabel replied, sinking down a little further into her chair. "Sounds like a human's kind of mindset, if someone else got those thoughts into your head. They never do like what the mutants are capable of. They're afraid of it, so they try to suppress it and make us into the bad guys." She gave a light sigh at the thought. Humans really were such a nuisance. "So what exactly are these 'bad' things that you do? I doubt it's really as bad as you say it is."

"So what exactly are these 'bad' things that you do? I doubt it's really as bad as you say it is."

She shook her head. Whisper talked to her warning about what she asked and what she would do to her if she knew. They told her that if she would tell her what she could do she would dislike her like everyone else did so far. She rubbed her head a bit and said: "please don't be scared of me." and she pulled a sad face. She didn't want to scare her off, specialy not when she talked to her all normal. She decided to take the risk and flatout tell her. "I do things to your mind." She said hoping she wouldn't be scared of her.

Isabel waited patiently to see if the girl would actually give her some semblance of the answers she was looking for. She seemed to be debating whether or not to give any of those kinds of answers, shaking her head and looking a bit doubtful. When Isabel really looked, it almost seemed as if the girl was listening for something, though that could very well have been just her imagination acting up since she now knew the girl heard things. She wasn't sure if she'd be seeing the same things if that bit of information had been withheld from her. When the girl did speak, she said something Isabel hadn't quite expected. "Scared of you? Why should I be scared of you?" she asked, looking at the young woman quizzically. Apparently she hadn't really needed to ask, as the girl moved on to answer her earlier question this time around. "Oh, so you're some sort of mind manipulator or something? Or maybe a mind reader? Do you know exactly what it is you can do to people's heads?" It was a lot of questions for the girl to concentrate on, as Isabel soon realized, but she really was curious. She always had liked learning about other peoples' mutations. It was fascinating to learn all of the different things mutants could do. "Well, I do some form of manipulations of my own, so you're not alone out there. Though I don't really mess with peoples' minds. I can manipulate their skeletons, though I prefer to use my own. A lot of people are scared of that, since I'm not exactly the nicest person around, but I like what I can do."

"Oh, so you're some sort of mind manipulator or something? Or maybe a mind reader?The girl kept asking questions about her. Cailyn found it very scary to talk about that kind of stuff. She wanted to explain what she did to people in their minds but she couldn't even explain it herself. "I show things." She simply said. She couldn't bring it any better then that.


"Well, I do some form of manipulations of my own, so you're not alone out there. Though I don't really mess with peoples' minds. I can manipulate their skeletons, though I prefer to use my own. A lot of people are scared of that, since I'm not exactly the nicest person around, but I like what I can do."

Cailyn gasped. Skeleton manipulator sounded like something from a cartoon to her, one with dancing skeletons that told jokes and stuff. She remembered a cartoon and she Asked: "You make the skeleton's dance on tv? " It suddenly hit her. That girl liked what she could do while cailyn did not. She got a bit gloomy and said: "I don't like mine, they are bad."

Only the slightest bit of further clarification concerning the girl's mutation was given, but Isabel was able to start forming at least two or three possible abilities. Cailyn did things to people's minds, more specifically she showed them things. It sounded like it was probably a form of mental hallucinations that the girl induced, and it was likely that they were not too pleasant by the way she spoke of them as being bad. They were bad to this girl, anyways. Isabel, however, thought they sounded as if they could have a lot of potential, provided that the girl had a decent amount of control over them. It wouldn't be anything unusual for a mutant to consider their mutation bad or harmful if they had poor control over it. Isabel herself had been fairly unsure about her own abilities when they'd first manifested, but by now she was an expert in controlling her manipulations, and as such was no longer apprehensive about them. Another questioning look crossed her features at the sound of a sharp intake of breath, the girl apparently surprised by Isabel's own little description of her powers. "I've been on TV, but I've never made an entire skeleton dance before. Usually I just make weapons with a few bones or form a layer of armor to help protect myself. I don't always do very nice things to other people's bones, but for my friends I can heal injuries done to them," she explained, trying to make it a bit clearer for the girl. She seemed to still be somewhat absorbed in her cartoons judging by her television related question. "Your mutation doesn't sound all that bad to me. With a bit of fine tuning, I bet it could be quite useful," she commented, trying to cheer the girl up a little and at the same time attemp to instill within her a bit of confidence in her abilities. It was such a shame when she ran into mutants that were unwilling to accept their abilities. "We have a kind of Training Room here in the Sanctuary that you could use to try and develop those abilities of your a little more. The room is completely safe and secure. There's even settings that you can switch on or off that has the room monitor your body and shut everything down if the training becomes too stressful, so you can't do too much harm if you don't want to."

"We have a kind of Training Room here in the Sanctuary that you could use to try and develop those abilities of your a little more. The room is completely safe and secure. There's even settings that you can switch on or off that has the room monitor your body and shut everything down if the training becomes too stressful, so you can't do too much harm if you don't want to."

It started to sound like the girl tried to push her to use her powers but Cailyn didn't want to. Frankly it made her feel bad and it hurt her head and if she remembered doing anything it was mostly bad stuff. She pulled hands to her head and clamped up. She was scared of people pushing her to do things she didn't want to. "I don't want to." She started speaking a bit in panic. "It hurts, please don't hurt me." She continued. She wasn't only speaking to the girl but also to her own voices that where ranting on and on to do things to her when the subject of training came up. "I don't want this." She said again only this time it was very soft like a whisper. A single tear dropped from her left eye into her bowl of cereal as her hands where tightened against the sides of her head.