The thin air she breathed each day was taking her to the bends. Her dreams were fragmented, murky places and the days were very long and the night, when her domain, there to be swallowed, was brief and filled with new faces, glimmering shadows of a simplicity she couldn't yet examine.

But one night, this night, a warm September night, the threat of Autumn hid by the sultry afternoon weather, she meandered into a different part of town, away from the woes of the search for Viki, away from the infectious crowd at the Inn, from the Alley Cat and its uging her to sing, from her apartment where it was all too quiet for her expansive mind. To here, this place where she perhaps a strange appearance; surely not physically, besides the fact she wasn't twenty anymore, but in that stripey red and white vest peeking from beyond the fall of her leather jacket, witness to her offkilter charm, she wasn't exactly a frat girl, now was she?


Strolling into the compound, sure and smiling, she looked all over as far her eyes could see. She hoped for a distraction, and this gigantic building was a feat or architecture in itself. She stood in place, legs wide, arms folded across her chest, for a good while, admiring, before she summoned a cigarette from her jacket pocket and headed over to a corridor, smoking, eyes closed, and listening to the distant, creaking sounds of other rooms above and beside.

Opening her eyes she snapped to her side, peridot eyes hunting the space behind her for who it was that was there. In the dim, orange glow of the post sunset, all she could make out was a silhouette.

"Hello there..", she greeted, stepping into the light, holding her cigarette away, her visage haunted by brown shadows that hurried across her moving body as she crossed towards this mystery person.


((Que, one of you fellas; Ollie? Mr. Carnale?))

Good thing she wasn't no scaredy cat. But a cat nonetheless.

Expressions fleeted across her face; from query to understanding to interest and then to solemn, as she followed his gesturing arm to follow him through and noted the slogan shirt beneath his windcheater.

How curious!, she mused.

"Oh I am sorry, I breezed right in. My thoughts have got the best of me lately", she confided softly.

They strolled in silence until the gate was reached. She leant into the counter, looking up at the monitors which looked, from where she stood, like roiling black and white blur.

"So what is this place exactly, hmmm? Hidden in the woods and all, catches the interest of a curious cat once and while"

She smirked a touch and tossed her head to the side, slinking inside the security room like she belonged there, and then she stopped, hand on a hip, and lifted her eyes to his, studying his features as she awaited his response.