"Yeah? You don't? Haven't you lived your full life being oppressed, Michael? We're portrayed as these French, blood-sucking things and we have a price tag if we get found. A flippin' price tag! It's-it's too dangerous to trust him now. He'll have to do something to earn my trust. Before he gets killed, of course."
(STUPID PRE-CALCULUS IS GETTING TO ME. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH)
Cata was out in the rain. She had retrieved her stuff, and trashed her room a bit. She'd been wandering the streets when the storm started up, and now she had nowhere to go. Not that she did before the rain started, but it felt like that fact was slapping her across the face everytime a drop of rain landed on her.
Cata stopped at the fountain. There was no sign of anything ever happening there. The time and rain had washed every bit away. She only lingered for a bit, not wanting to stay long enough for the bad memories to invade.
Cata heard a yelp, coming from the woods. She decided maybe she'd help out. She hoped it wasn't some human being devoured. She ran towards the woods, and crept towards roughly were she thought the sound had came from.