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>>"Yes, that is why i am called Aura, my power lets me create a field of energy around me i can use to protect myself from harm"

Kaitlyn nodded to give the false impression that she understood what Aura was saying.

>>"...walked here from Canada."

That sounded like something worthy of consideration. Canada was a whole other country, after all. It must have been a long walk, and she must have seen some weird stuff on the way over. Like moose. Moose lived in Canada. But these details not nearly as interesting as Aura turning her pink stuff into other things. "How..." she started to ask in amazement, but she stopped herself. That was a silly question. She's a mutant. That's how.

>>"My name is Dragomir, and I-GACK!!!"

What just happened? she wondered, staring at the old man who had just fallen over. The girl could only watch as he helped himself up. And furrow her eyebrows when he revealed that he forgot about what he was saying. He probably has goldfish memory or something.

A cat moved its mouth, and the girl heard Calley's voice.

Kaitlyn stopped running and stared at the cat. It was almost as if this feline had mouthed the words "I don't think he's following," at the same time that Calley was saying them. Almost as if the cat had said them. But that would be silly, because Calley said them, not the cat, and Calley is not a cat. He is a person.

A person whom she could not see anywhere.

The cat was staring at her. It was the only living thing that she could see when she looked in the direction of Calley's voice.

She blinked. People in the Sanctuary are all mutants. Calley was in the Sanctuary.

"Did you turn into a cat?"

“Miss, ‘kids’ is plural. That means he’s threatening both of us. So.”

Threatening?

Kaitlyn could do nothing but stare as Calley ran out the door. She had a feeling that she seriously needed to re-assess her current situation. What was it that Mr. Pruitt had said? You have just as long as it takes for me to find my weapon... what did he mean by that? What did they have that much time for? The girl looked back at Roland, who seemed to be pointing his gun at the door. Was he trying to shoot at Calley again? Even though he knew that Calley had an evil twin?

Wait. 'Threatening both of us.' He was threatening us? How could she not have noticed this? ...Would now be a good time to run?

"I'm fine. Why don't you make sure that Calley is alright? He went through that door over there."

Kaitlyn regarded the man with some suspicion.

"Sure," she answered, trying to mask her suspicion with a smile and fake cheer. She didn't quite know how to classify Mr. Pruitt any more. Maybe she shouldn't have trusted him as much as she did.

The girl walked to the door with the man, making sure to direct her smile at him when she reached the doorway. After she rounded the corner and was sure that he couldn't see her, she began to run as quietly and quickly as she could in the direction that she thought Calley had taken. Perhaps he could clear things up, if he was to be trusted.

So many books! So much information at her fingertips, just waiting to be absorbed! So many stories, from the magical fantasy to the suspenseful mystery! So what?

Indeed, Kaitlyn was not here to read. Such a thing would only be used as a last resort in her perpetual war with the forces of boredom. For now, at least, there was still plenty of the Sanctuary left to explore. The girl was here for a librarian to pester.

It stood to reason that libraries usually contain librarians. Who else would keep the books organized? Who else would nag at people with overdue books? Who else would periodically break the silence of the library with a loud, disruptive 'SHHH?' It seemed that no such person existed to fill these roles in the Sanctuary.

Disappointed by the severe lack of interesting things in the library, Kaitlyn was already on her way out, plotting her course to her next Sanctuary excursion. I think I'll go to the garage, next. Maybe I can get somebody to fly me around in the helicopter. That would be-- "Oow..."

Some old guy just smashed her foot with his cane, apologizing a bit too loudly in his silly accent. Nobody was around to shush them. Somebody needed to some shushing, and fast, or... well, somebody needed to do it, anyway. Kaitlyn was both willing and able. "Keep it down! We're in a library!" she whispered urgently. Then, sticking out her had for a shake and an introduction, "I'm Kaitlyn."

Thud.

Kaitlyn opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor. Her chair was, too.

She sat up, trying to wrap her mind around what the heck just happened. The chair was a few meters away from herself, right next to the guy with the cat. She must have been thrown to the ground when her cup exploded for no apparent reason. Moving her gaze a bit further, she saw that Mr. Pruitt had his face in a bowl of glop on the serving line, another casualty of the exploding milk glass. Calley was grinning from ear to ear.

Calley. That was his name. Apparently, he had an evil twin called "Slate," who Mr. Pruitt wanted to shoot at. Slate was probably a bad guy, and that was why Mr. Pruitt, a good guy, wanted to shoot at him. But what about Calley himself? Was he a good guy, a bad guy, or what? Her keen ability to judge a person's character had been temporarily disrupted by Calley's kitty, in all its adorability. Now, with the kitten gone, Calley's true character would almost certainly be revealed.

Then, Kaitlyn became aware of the fact that people were laughing. It was the first sound that she heard since her cup had blown up, and it sounded dull, as if she was wearing earplugs. The girl stuck her fingers into her ears, just to make sure. Nothing there.

Well, at least she could hear things, now. Meaning she could ask questions and hear the answers. While everyone else was leaving, she made her back to the table. "Calley, are you okay? Do you know why my milk blew up like that?"

"You have just about as long as it takes for me to find my weapon, kids."

Weapon? Oh. Gun. A glint of light coming from under a table caught her eye. "I thnk it's under there," she said helpfully, pointing at the table in question; then, for good measure, she added "Are you okay?"

Kai's smiling and head-patting were making Breeze a little uncomfortable. He seemed... too happy about her staying. In spite of her own suspicions, she returned his smile with a sheepish one of her own. That was the polite thing to do. She didn't want to make the crazy person unhappy by being impolite.

While Kai made his way into his room, the girl looked up at Raina, deep in thought thinking.

Part of her wanted to mention her "special power," as Raina might call it, or whatever had sent that policeman into a statue and apartment-guy into the wall. Breeze wanted to know what it was and how to make it go away. It was terrible to keep it a secret, especially if Raina was able and willing to help.

Kai's door closed behind him, and Breeze was still looking up at Raina. She needed to say something.

"Thanks for letting us spend the night here, Ms. Raina."

The girl walked a little reluctantly into one of the empty rooms, careful to lock the door behind her when she got there. Just in case.

(ooc:Continued for Breeze in another thread; a link to which will be provided)

Kaitlyn had a lot of spare time on her hands, now that she neither had a school to attend nor a father to work for. While the latter was something that she would never want to see more of in her life, there were good things to be said about the former. Yes, school was hard work, but it was satisfying. Especially since she was widely accepted by her peers and teachers as "a smart kid". While at home she was "stupid," or "useless," the teachers considered her to be "brilliant," or "gifted."

That isn't to say that she didn't enjoy her new-found free time, however. In fact, she loved it. She could spend all day lounging around or pestering the other Sanctuary residents and employees, should she want to. Pestering and lounging gets old fast, though.

One of the dining hall staff, an old guy called Leeroy, had taken to showing her how to play pool in the rec room during his breaks. Leeroy didn't have a very good memory and often called her "Kim" or "Grace" instead of "Kaitlyn," but he was nice. He would often say things like "Great shot, Kim! I didn't know that you were a pro."

Today, however, Leeroy didn't show up to work. Some other people on the kitchen staff told her that he lived somewhere outside of the sanctuary, and today he was taking a vacation.

"But he said he would play 8-ball with me today..." she had said to one of them

"Well," the man suggested, "There should be a library in here somewhere. Why don'tcha read a book?"

What a novel idea.

The library was right next to the rec room, and it was full of towering bookshelves, sleek computers, long, wooden tables, and comfortable leathery chairs. It reminded her of her old school's library, except that this one was much bigger and fancier. Books packed with information about everything from science to history lined many of the shelves, representing a vast wealth of knowledge just waiting to be tapped. Unfortunately, it was hard for her to find a book that looked even remotely interesting.

'The DaVinci Code'? A book about art? Sounds boring. 'The Bean Trees'? Why would I want to read a book about trees? Boring.

Kaitlyn was now sitting cross-legged in the fiction section, pulling books out from the bottom two shelves, judging them by their covers, then putting them back one by one. So far, they all looked incredibly dull.