The Stuff Of Nightmares (Open)

"..But I will say I try my best not to be afraid of what I don't understand. That's why I didn't shy away from you, I don't feel sorry for you at all. Heck, if anything, I envy you... You may feel the same way when you look at me but don't. I used to be ashamed of what I am and I used to hide myself away from people, thinking they could see that I was a mutant even though I looked normal."

She smiled, though she didn't have much reason to. She was happy that he had found a place in life where he could carry himself without shame. But... he gave her far more credit than she deserved. People were fools to consider mutations beautiful things... but more and more they were referred to as so. Talents to be envy, special powers to be admired.

People were so blind... "...Thank you, Bear." For many things... She felt a little less muddled, and she could think a little clearer... not that it really helped matters. She nodded along with his next statement, feeling the same. The mood to walk had vanished... slipped away on the wind as soon as she started thinking about the questions he had asked. "I do know of a place, It is not the best- mind you... but the room I stayed in was big.... and clean."

Clean was a good thing. A very good thing, when she though back to some of the places she had stayed in her first few nights in New York. Walking along, with her building in mind, she let herself lapse into the silence that had fallen over the two of them. Bear and her. Before she could return to thinking about how awkward trudging off to find a hotel with a man was, her thoughts were interrupted by Bears sudden question. She turned her head within her hood, and peered up at him through her glasses. Why was he called bear?

... She had assumed because of his size... but, maybe she was wrong. "Why do-" He cut her off... like it had been planned, and she grinned widely. The tips of her long canines peeing out from behind dark lips. So, she had been right... "...I am not afraid of you..." Her eyes returned to the path ahead, watching as a runner went out of her way to avoid the two of them. Her grin was replaced by a small, shallow smile, and she stuffed her hands into her pockets. " It is not always so bad to be the one who is avoided... " She mumbled, while leading them back out of the park. "...you will often meet those who will look at you, and choose to step into your life despite what others think, because of it."