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Katherine Augustine

"Aren't we just terrified?"

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a character in “We've Become Undone”, as played by Airy

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Katherine Augustine
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N A M E
      Katherine May Augustine

N I C K N A M E ( S )
      Kit {preffered}
      Kat {called by some; hates it}

P O W E R
      Shape Shifting

G E N D E R
      Female

A G E
      Seventeen

S E X U A L I T Y
      Heterosexual

M A R I T A L S T A T U S
      Single


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H A I R
      Straight and long bleach blonde hair.

E Y E S
      A very light baby blue.

H E I G H T
      5'3

W E I G H T
      106 lbs

E T H N I C I T Y
      American

O T H E R
      Kit has various scars on her back, arms and legs from the rough testing in the institute. The more prominent scars often show in her animal forms as well. Although she can shift into any animal, her usual go to and easiest form is a light furred lion cub.


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xxxโœฆ Quiet โœง Mysterious โœฆ Altruistic โœง Closed-off โœฆ Sweet โœฆ
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      Katherine has some serious emotional issues; Sheโ€™s closed off, quiet, and doesnโ€™t know how to communicate her feelings well, or even understand them in the first place. In her defense, however, all of this is completely understandable considering her circumstances. Sheโ€™s a person with a dominant personality being forced further and further into submission, until sheโ€™s left not knowing who she really is.

      Most view her as quiet. She doesnโ€™t speak unless she has to, which, she doesnโ€™t consider often. Her unwillingness to share what sheโ€™s feeling or what sheโ€™s thinking leads to the mysterious vibe that radiates off of her. Sheโ€™s got some trust issues, so she getโ€™s closed of to those she knows she cannot, and will not, trust. Most people sheโ€™s met in her life fit the no trust category. However, she has a rather selfless personality. To those she may see as kind or someone she needs to protect, she will do whatever it takes to help or protect them to no consequence of herself. Having had little to now help in her life, Kit freely gives it so that others can have hers. She doesnโ€™t want people getting unnecessarily hurt-- she knows the pain of that all too well.

      If by some peculiar instance you get by all her self defensive personality traits, you might get to see who the real Kit is. Or at least whatโ€™s left of her. She is one of the sweetest people, and maybe a little quirky at that. Itโ€™s not hard at all for her to show joy when she feels sheโ€™s in a safe space, itโ€™s almost like a complete 180 degree turn on her personality.

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L I K E S
      โœฆAnimals - Considering she can turn into them she feels she needs to like them. She especially likes felines of any sort.
      โœงClassical Music - It's all she ever really heard in the first place, and whenever it came on it calmed her down a smidge.
      โœฆRunning - It gives her a sense of freedom, she always enjoys pushing herself further and harder when running. Getting stronger.
      โœงForests - The provide pretty good protection They're also quite pretty.
      โœฆNight Time - She's up late most of the time, party because of her insomnia, partly because she just really loves the night time. It's calmer.

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      โœฆMornings - She stays up late a lot, it's very hard for her to get up in the mornings.
      โœงNeedles - Although she's consistently being poked with them, she's never gotten over the small fear she has of them.
      โœฆAbuse - She more dislikes the abuse of others then her self.
      โœงConfined Spaces - She likes to be out in the open. Being shut up makes her feel suffocated.
      โœฆCoffee - It's gross, simple as that. She's more a tea person
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S T R E N G T H S
      โœฆStealthy - She can literally transform into a mouse if she wanted. It makes it pretty easy to get in and out of anywhere.
      โœงAttentive - Though she may seem uncaring and quiet, she knows every little thing that's going on around her.
      โœฆFearless - She's get barley any reservations about anything. She tends to act first, then maybe fear what might happen afterwards.

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      โœฆEmotionally Submissive - She pushes back her emotions if she can; she doesn't like dealing with them. She doesn't even know what she's feeling herself half the time.
      โœงUntrusting - It's hard to trust people when most people she's met in her life are very untrustworthy.
      โœฆImpulsive - Act first, think second might as well be her motto.

O T H E R
      โœฆCurls up tightly when sleeps - Katherine has to curl up when she sleeps. It's the only way she can be comfy.
      โœงInsomnia - She has a hard to falling alseep no matter how tired.
      โœฆPaces - When nervous or thinking, she paces. A lot.


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      Katherine wasnโ€™t always at the institute; she got a later start then most of the kids. She was nine years old when she was put into their โ€˜careโ€™, enough time that she knew what the outside world was like. Not everyone had that luxury.

      Kit lived with her parents during that nine years. They knew what she was of course, and all though they were timid and slightly worried about her power, ultimately they helped Katherine keep it a secret because they more feared what might happen to her if others found out more so then they feared what she was. It was a pretty basic childhood. Her mother was a school teacher and her father was a mechanic. He used to teach her a few things about tinkering with cars. The one thing that she could most easily recollect about her father was him calling her a little grease monkey. A lot of other memories however are splotchy and gone. She canโ€™t even remember her mothers own voice anymore. Her parents died when she was nine, hence, why she was found and sent to the institute. They were coming home from dinner and apparently got hit by a drunk driver. What she most vividly remembered from that night was her babysitter asking the social care worker and cops that came over to take Katherine away for the money her parents had owned her for watching the โ€˜orphanโ€™ and how sheโ€™d need overtime coverage.

      When she was put into the institute, they were surprised at her control of her powers. Sheโ€™d gotten a lot of practice of it throughout her young years, most especially the feline variety of animal. Those were always the easiest. She was strong, and the problem the scientists most had trouble with was that Katherine knew that very fact.

      The worst day thus far in the institute wasnโ€™t when she was getting poked with tons of needles or being pushed to her physical and mental limits, but when a young five-year-old girl was dangled in front of Kit while she was in her lion form. The young girl was meant as bait as Katherine had been starved for two and a half days. They wanted to see if She could control her animalistic impulse. Turns out, she couldnโ€™t. Instead of attacking the poor young girl, she went straight for the scientistโ€™s throat instead in a rage she had never felt before. She got a good couple of bites in and scratches, but the other people threw her off him fast enough that he got away with only some serious injuries. Nothing fatal. If it had been fatal, she would be dead now too.

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BAD MOON RISING /|\ MOURNING RITUAL


      I see a bad moon rising.
      I see trouble on the way.
      I see earthquakes and lightning.
      I see bad times today.

      Don't go around tonight,
      Well, it's bound to take your life,
      There's a bad moon on the rise.

      I see a bad moon rising.
      I see trouble on the way.
      I see earthquakes and lightning.
      I see bad times today.

      Don't go around tonight,
      Well, it's bound to take your life,
      There's a bad moon on the rise.

      I hear hurricanes a-blowin'.
      I know the end is comin' soon.
      I feel rivers overflowin'.
      I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

      Don't go around tonight,
      Well, it's bound to take your life,
      There's a bad moon on the rise.

      Don't go around tonight,
      Well, it's bound to take your life,
      There's a bad moon on the rise.


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F A C E C L A I M: Dakota Fanning


C O P Y R I G H T

Character Sheet By : Ameliaisghostly
Inspired By : The Toxic Cereus
Filled Out By : Airy


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Katherine Augustine's Story

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His leg honestly felt like it was starting to go numb, while also somehow being incredibly painful. He'd taken something across the back of the knee as they'd escaped. At first, the adrenaline had numbed the pain- but now, despite the fact that his heart was still pounding and he was sure that there was still adrenaline coursing through his veins, he could feel the pain with every single step. But he stayed running- because it was much better than the alternative.

But eventually, there came a point where the adrenaline stopped fuelling him altogether, and he finally tired. They'd stayed off-road, so he had no clue where they were. He didn't care. Once they were away from that goddamn compound, that was all that mattered to him. So eventually, he stumbled to a stop, leaning against a tree trunk and trying to catch his breath. He instinctively shifted his weight to his good leg, wishing that he had water or something to drink.

He glanced around for Kit, unsure of what form she'd taken as they'd been running. His ability hadn't been much good in helping them to flee- to fight, yes. Just not to run. That was all he was- a weapon. An aid to fight. But not anymore. He grinned at that thought, leaning down to rub his leg. He didn't think anything was broken- just painful as hell.

But still, they were free. They'd survived, and they'd escaped. Not that they were in the clear, of course. They were more than likely never going to be in the clear. But they were free. They'd done it. He smiled to himself, even through the pain.

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Katherine "Kit" Augustine

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The easiest form in which Kit had always been able to shapeshift into was a small lioness, most especially in cases when she is under intense stress. Why that is? She had no clue, but that was beside's the point. Currently what she was doing at the moment easily ranked high on the stress intensity scale, so she knew it was only a matter of time before her hands turned into paws and her body became covered in a pale golden pelt.

She barely managed to escape away from the godforsaken institute with what she tried to desperately grab on her way out: clothes and as much money she could snatch out of the institutes safe she luckily managed to break into. Kit began to feel the all too familiar itching feeling of her bones and the tingling sensation of her skin. She was changing, and fast. Dropping her backpack on the ground, her form changed in less than a minute. The process hurt, as one could imagine considering the body shifted its entire structure and genetic pool, but it's wasn't too intense of a pain as some might think it would be. Kit had gotten quite numbed to it after awhile, most especially considering she had experienced worse pain in various other situations before.

As she shifted, the clothes she wore unfortunately slumped around her in a pile. That was the unfortunate part of shifting. If she became too large, the clothes ripped right off her back, but if she was in a small form, they slid right off. She often had time to collect them for safe keeping afterwards, but right now she honestly didn't have the time or the disposable thumbs to do so. Picking the backpack with her lion teeth, she quickly sped off after James. She was too fast for the guards and scientist who stepped in her path to snatch her, most especially in her current smaller bodied form. However, she did catch the nasty sight of someone bashing James behind his knee. Shock shot through her quickly as she got sidetracked from the incident, and someone reach out to pick her up. She quickly acted upon her animalistic instinct and, after dropping her bag in haste, bit into the guards hand hard. The coppery and repulsive taste of blood pooled in her mouth and stuck to her teeth, yet she didn't have time to worry about it. Snatching the bag up once more before those around her could, she sped off behind her friend once more.

Stopping once the situation died down, she moved quickly behind the cover of some trees and shifted back into her natural human form. Pulling out a basic set of tattered blue jeans and white tee shirt from the backpack, she slipped them on and hurriedly went over to James, concern etched on her face. Generally, she was a pretty quiet and calm person, but her adrenaline hadn't seemed to have worn off yet. "Are you okay? Let me take a look at your leg. I took some money when we left - I don't know how much but I'm sure there's enough to get some medical supplies or something!"

It was right at that moment that the taste of the unfamiliar blood hit her once more as it still clung to her mouth. She felt the color wash out of her already pale face in a sickly feeling.

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He relaxed a little as Kit came into sight, clearly frightened, but also uninjured. "I'm fine, Kit. Nothing's broken. I'll be fine," he reassured her. "And besides, we'll need that money for other things, right? Seeing as all he could remember was the institute, his ideas of how things worked in the real work were a little... shaky, at best. Kit had been his saviour when it came to that.

But as her skin grew all the paler, his grin turned into a frown. He straightened up, wincing a little, and made his way over to her. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?" On a practical level, there was no way in hell that he could survive out here without her. He only had a hazy idea of the workings of the real world, and would surely give himself away long before he figured everything out. On a personal level, he didn't want to have to try and survive without her. She was his best friend, and she was all that had kept him sane over the past few months. His mental block wasn't improving- but he knew that he hadn't had a second chance. Accept the mental block, or become a weapon.

"Please don't turn into an animal on me, because it'll be a bit noticeable if I go wherever we're going with a lion trotting along beside me," he joked, just wanting to make her feel better.

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As James reassured tried to reassure her everything was fine, Kit wasn't necessarily convinced. However, she couldn't quite open up her mouth to speak of her disbeilief cocidering she'd probably gag and vomit from the blood is she did.

Abruptly Kit shot her arm out in front of her, in a sign that easily read 'keep a safe distance and stop moving." In answer to his questions, she simply nodded her head fervently. "I'm okay, I'm okay," she managed to get out as the nauseous feeling dimmed down to a low uncomfortable feeling in her stomach a few beats later. She quickly tried spitting out the rest of the blood in her mouth that she hadn't already accidently swallowed. "I bit the guy who whacked you," she admitted, looking up a little sheepishly. She didn't want him under the misapprehension she was spitting out her own blood from a knocked out tooth or internal bleeding of some sort.

Taking a couple of seconds for a breather until the sick feeling in her stomach dimmed even less, she quickly regained focus on the situation and let her pale blue eyes shoot up to look at James. "Don't worry, I don't think I'm going to change. I have a lot more control than you give me credit for," she smiled slightly, still unsure of the whole situation. She was happy she was finally free, and she was even more happy that James was with her, yet she couldn't break out in celebration or feel fully relieved until she knew they were safe. They were far from reaching that goal. "[color=#95b3cd]May I please see your leg now? We need to make sure you can make into town without damaging it more. It can't be too far, but we can't stay there for long. We'll need bus tickets right away to go to a location preferably far from here."

She didn't even know what state she was actually in, now that she thought about it. She had no identification since they got rid of hers when she transferred in. She was near positive James had no papers stuffed into the back of his pants pocket. They would need to leave here fast, and need to find someone who could give them fake identity papers so they'd have some shot of normalcy. However, that cost money and, at the moment, she had no idea how much she had. She could have easily had grabbed one hundred bucks or ten thousand bucks, but there was no telling until she counted the money so wildly crammed at the bottom of her backpack.

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As she threw an arm out in front of her, he halted. He still watched her intensely not sure what to expect or to mentally prepare himself for. Her reassurances didn't make him feel better, but he didn't ask any more questions, letting her steady herself. His stomach twisted with a sharp sting of concern as she spit out blood- but her explanation made him smile. "Always keeping an eye out for me, I see," he said. Her comment about not going to change just made him shrug. He'd stopped trusting his own control a while ago, and it was strange to see someone with such faith in themselves and their abilities. Other than the people in the institute, that was. They always knew exactly what they were doing.

At her insistence to see his leg, he just rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottom of his trouser leg and pulling it up above his knee. It was a little swollen, and he could already pick out where the bruising was starting to form. It looked as painful as it felt, but he was confident that he'd be able to make it to wherever the hell they needed to be. He'd dealt with worse injuries before.

"You'll keep explaining everything to me, won't you? You won't expect me to just pick it up as we go along, right?" He asked her, his voice dropping in volume. He didn't know how anything that wasn't the Institute worked, and he was terrified that he'd never understand it. All they'd ever taught him were the basics- reading, writing, and maths. They'd never expected him to make it into the outside world, so they hadn't taught him about it. And now that the adrenaline and euphoria of escaping were fading, all he could think about was how little he knew and how much there surely was to know.

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Kit crouched down to see his leg better and, as gently as possible, rested a few fingers on the forming bruise to feel exactly how swollen it was. "Ouch," she murmered lightly. It was bad, and it would only irritate it more if he continued walking, but there was nothing more they really could do. Of course, she could transform into a horse or something, but unless they were in the south it would look extrmely peculiar. They also couldn't draw out attention as she was sure the institute now had people looking out for anything cosidered out of the ordinary.

Bending back up, she quickly noticed his slight change of demeanour and his lower voice as he voiced his concern. Kit was very lucky to have been exposed to the outside world for some time before getting placed in the institute. James didn't have that luxury. She didn't know what was going to be worse for him, being in the institute, or the significant change that was going to happen. She was unsure how far his knowledge went; it would be extremely weird for her to see what was so common sense to her, really wouldn't be for him. "Hey, don't worry," she spoke softly, trying to be reassuring. "If children can pick this stuff up quick, I think you'll be just fine.". Stepping beside him on the side of his hurt leg, she wrapped and arm around him and said, "Here, use me as a crutch and try not putting a lot of weight on your leg. We'll need to go through the forest and avoid the main road for now. We'll just need to keep checking to make sure we're following it still so we don't get lost."

The trees would cover them from any passing cars or people patrolling the area that may be on the lookout for them. If she was being completely serious, she assumed the Insitute people would give up trying to find them within a week considering they'd most likely believe they wouldn't last for too long with no money and identification. Then again, James and Kit could easily be an exception to that. Kit and James were strong, they needed them for their awful plans. Kit also had some history of intelligence in the outside world and had the money needed to survive for at least a bit of time. It was only a matter of time before they realised she'd broken into their safe.

"We should go before it's dark, I don't know how long we'll be walking for," she smiled moving back into the forest for the trek with James in tow.

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He smiled a little at her reassurances, but he wasn't so sure. He'd picked things up a lot easier as a kid- but maybe she had a point. Maybe they would be fine. The physical contact of her wrapping a hand around his waist helped, even if it was just to act as a crutch for him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder to give himself a little more stability. He knew that this was far from the most stealthy way to move, but it was better than nothing. And if it reduced the amount of pain he was in, then he'd take it.

At her remark about the time, he nodded, starting to walk. The pain was reduced with being able to lean on her, but not gone entirely. Even just bending his knee hurt, and putting even the bare minimal amount of weight on his leg at all hurt. But he kept pace with her, wanting to get as far away as possible from the Institute. He was a little surprised that they hadn't already found them- after all, it wasn't like they were the most inconspicuous pair. But he wasn't going to question it- after all, they were free, for now at least.

"Do you know where this road goes to?" He asked after a while, readjusting his position to give himself better balance.

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As Kit and James made their way through the woods, they walked in silence for awhile. She made sure to periodically keep checking to see if they were still following the roads path, but so far she hadn't seen anything but the occasional car pass. There were no signs and no notable sights. Suddenly, James's voice broke the comfortable yet tense silence.

"I'm not too sure," she admitted, glancing up at the injured boy. "It's a highway, eventually it will lead into a town or break off into other roads. There should be signs with town or city names on them that will tell us where we are going then," she shrugged, once again stepping out of the sheath of trees to check that they were still following the road. This time, she noticed one old rusty sign that read 'Poulsbo, Washington'. Smiling for a single moment, she rushed back to James and said, "ILooks like we found a town. It's in Washington. I'm sure they'll have a bus station there, we'll need to get on one quick. Our best chance is probably heading to a bigger city, but we should get on the bus that leaves first." Moving over to support James' leg again, she continued down to where they would eventually hit the small town.

Eventually, the forest ran thin so they had to move back onto the road. She noticed cars and trucks contonuously passing by, signifying their close approach to the town. "II've never been to Washingston before, so I don't know anything about this town." She admitted to James, glancing up at him as she saw a 'Welcome to Poulsbo!' sign at the entrance of the tiny town. She hoped they could find a hotel or an information booth somewhere. That way they could get information as to where everything is. Usually tiny towns didn't have large bus stations or ones that left often; she just hoped there was one leaving eventually today.

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He grinned as she said that they'd finally come across a town. It was a sign that they were even further away from the Institute, that they'd be harder to find from here on out. Even through the pain and exhaustion, it felt good.

As they moved back to the road, he had to stop himself from staring at the sheer amount of traffic. Cars and trucks kept flying past, much faster than any of the ones he'd seen around the compound. He shrugged as she admitted to not knowing anything.

"If it offers us a way to get out of here, then that'll do me," he remarked. He just wanted some safety- he couldn't relax, knowing that they were still too close to the Institute. Any of these cars could have one of the workers from the Institute in them. But if they could get away, then that would be a start.

As they got into the town itself, James had to stare at the ground in front of him instead of staring at everything around him. So many people. So many different buildings. It was almost enough to distract him from the pain of his leg- but not quite. He had strings of questions, but asking any of them could give them away. So he bit his tongue and decided to wait for further direction from Kit.

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Kit walked a bit into the town without saying much. It seemed quainter andmore touristy than anything. It had shops lining down the streets, mostly cafes and boutiques with clothes that would probably be too expensive to imagine.

James wasn't saying anything. She didn't know how he was feeling-- overwhelmed? Confused? Scared? Or did he simply just want to get even farther away? It was easy to assume all of the above. Kit just knew she didn't want to overwhelm him with too much information, especially with all her own conflicting emotions. She hadn't been out in the real world for awhile herself. Technology had probably changed, so far from what she'd saw the fashion had too. But trying to direct her train of thought back to the problem as hand, she also knew she needed to find information place or the bus station, whatever came first. They needed to take this one step at a time. Kit tried to keep her and James walking not too much on the main roads unless they had too. The less people asking questions the better, especially when James was hurt.

Eventually, they crossed what looked like a cheap souvenir place, one of those dollar stores. Thankfully outside was a bench, so she led James over to it and helped him set himself down in it. "I'm going to pick up some stuff that we'll need, just sit here for five minutes. Don't talk to anyone, keep your head down and people will most likely walk right by you." Bending down slightly, she tried her best to smile encouragingly like she had felt she'd been doing the whole time. It wasn't a truly genuine smile, James would be able to tell that, but she just didn't want him to worry. Kissing his forehead instinctively, hoping it gave some sort of friendly reassurance, she gripped her backpack and walked into the store which signified her entrance by the small ringing of a bell.

"Hello sweetheart," greeted a friendly woman who appeared to be in her late forties - early fifties, from behind the cluttered counter. She wore a pale blue sundress with a dark green apron that bore the stores name on it. Kit was taken aback for a moment. She sounded so... nice. She didn't look like the cold women or men who ran the institute. Her smile was the realest one she'd seen in years, and it was only in greeting. Kit couldn't find words to come out of her mouth, so she awkwardly raised her hand and gave it a small wave, before trying to scurry away behind the various shelves of things she didn't know exactly what where. However, the sweet tone of the woman cut her off once again as she added, "Oh sorry hun, you have to leave your backpack with me here at the counter, store rules." Kit turned around suddenly, stunned a bit at what she said. Instinctively she clutched the straps of her bag tighter than she already was, and she could feel the blood rushing out of them quick from the exertion of pressure. "I, uhm-" Kit sputtered before a moment later regaining her composure. Trying her best to give a smile, it faltered pretty quick. "Yeah, of course, sorry," she said quietly, before walking up to her and very reluctantly slipping it off her back and handing it to her. She was a teenager, a little shifty looking one at that. It was protocol, she couldn't imagine how many teenagers with backpacks came in to steal. The sooner she'd give it up, the less suspicious she'd seem. The woman also wouldn't have to look through it before Kit left. "Thank you," smiled the woman, completely unfazed. Kit just give a weak smile back and nodded before moving behind the shelves.

All she wanted was to see if there was some sort of first aid kit or tensor bandage in order to make walking easier for James. Maybe painkillers, but she didn't think there would be considering this place wasn't a drugstore. He'd have to live with pain for a little while longer. Browsing took a bit, but eventually she came across a cheap small first aid kit and a knee specific tensor bandage she hoped would fit James. On her way back to the counter, she saw sunglasses and hats and figured that might help them talking to people without revealing any notable features of their faces. She highly doubted the woman at the counter worked for the institute, but hell, anyone else could. Grabbing a floppy sun hat for her a baseball cap for him and two pairs of sunglasses, she made her way to the counter and plopped them off. The woman smiled and rang the items through, so Kit took the time to quickly grab two water bottles from the cooler and two random chocolate bars. It wasn't a sustainable meal by far, but it would help. "That'll be thirty-two dollars even," smiled the lady. Kit spoke softly under her breath, replying, "Okay, the uhm, money's in my bag." The woman gave a small laugh, somehow managing to smile brighter as she said, "Of course! Silly me," before reaching it up and handing it over to her. Kit quickly scrummaged through it and picked up one of the stacks of bills she'd shoved in there. Trying to hide the odd amount of bills, she plucked two off the top, which thankfully was two twenties, and handed them to the woman. She quickly gave Kit the change and plastic bag with her newly purchased items, saying a "Have a good day!" Kit began to move towards the exit, before suddenly swirling around and blurting out "Sorry! Uhm, could you tell me where the bus station is?" The woman seemed a little surprised, but she quickly answered. "Just two blocks down! You'll pass the town library if you continue up the street, turn left until you hit the next street over, then walk on down to the yellow Grey Hound station." Kit smiled wider then, saying "Thank you so much," before finally exiting the store.

Making her way back over to James, she tossed the tensor bandage package at him and said, "Slip that over your knee, it might help," before sitting herself down beside him. Kit opened the plastic bag and ripped the tags off the hats and sunglasses. Passing James his set, she put hers on quickly, tucking her very light blonde hair up so it wasn't peaking through the hat. Passing James also a water bottle and a chocolate bar, she opened her own bottle and took a large gulp before twisting back on the cap and taking a moment to sit and rest, giving James time to ask any questions he may have before they walked to the bus station.

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The break from walking was welcome, and he sank down into the seat, stretching out his bad leg. But then Kit was saying that she was leaving him alone, and before he could object, she was gone. He pulled the sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing over his hands and did exactly as he was told, sat and watched and didn't speak to anyone.

This whole thing was suddenly overwhelming. He had no idea if anyone here was from the Institute and were only waiting to grab them. People seemed to be staring at him, and he wanted to make himself as small as possible. The fact that he didn't know where Kit had gone only made the whole thing worse. He didn't know if he'd make it there in time to help if anything happened to her.

The euphoria of the escape was gone, and now he was just afraid. Was there a reason that people like him and Kit had been kept in the Institute? Why else was there a need for somewhere like that? Were they trapped there for their own good? After all, he barely had control of his own abilities.

He jumped a little as Kit returned, but then exhaled a little with relief. He caught the bandage easily and ripped open the packaging, rolling up his trouser leg and pulling it on over his knee. It was tight and limited his mobility slightly- but that was probably the point. He pulled on the baseball cap and pulled it low over his eyes, the shades helping further.

He barely looked at the food she handed him, instead cracking open the water bottle and taking a few gulps of it. It was cold and refreshing, and helped distract him a little. It was only then that he turned his attention to the chocolate bar. He'd never had anything similar in the Institute- there, they'd only fed him things that would increase his strength and endurance and so on. Everything had been bland, but there were days when he was glad to get it.

He cautiously opened the packaging and broke off a square, putting it into his mouth. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted- so much better than anything he'd been given in the Institute.

"Is all food this good out here?" He asked quietly, looking over at Kit. "Because if it is, then it's so worth escaping," he said, laughing a little. "Can you tell me a little about some of these buildings?" He asked, looking around the street.

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The break from walking was welcome, and he sank down into the seat, stretching out his bad leg. But then Kit was saying that she was leaving him alone, and before he could object, she was gone. He pulled the sleeves of the hoodie he was wearing over his hands and did exactly as he was told, sat and watched and didn't speak to anyone.

This whole thing was suddenly overwhelming. He had no idea if anyone here was from the Institute and were only waiting to grab them. People seemed to be staring at him, and he wanted to make himself as small as possible. The fact that he didn't know where Kit had gone only made the whole thing worse. He didn't know if he'd make it there in time to help if anything happened to her.

The euphoria of the escape was gone, and now he was just afraid. Was there a reason that people like him and Kit had been kept in the Institute? Why else was there a need for somewhere like that? Were they trapped there for their own good? After all, he barely had control of his own abilities.

He jumped a little as Kit returned, but then exhaled a little with relief. He caught the bandage easily and ripped open the packaging, rolling up his trouser leg and pulling it on over his knee. It was tight and limited his mobility slightly- but that was probably the point. He pulled on the baseball cap and pulled it low over his eyes, the shades helping further.

He barely looked at the food she handed him, instead cracking open the water bottle and taking a few gulps of it. It was cold and refreshing, and helped distract him a little. It was only then that he turned his attention to the chocolate bar. He'd never had anything similar in the Institute- there, they'd only fed him things that would increase his strength and endurance and so on. Everything had been bland, but there were days when he was glad to get it.

He cautiously opened the packaging and broke off a square, putting it into his mouth. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted- so much better than anything he'd been given in the Institute.

"Is all food this good out here?" He asked quietly, looking over at Kit. "Because if it is, then it's so worth escaping," he said, laughing a little. "Can you tell me a little about some of these buildings?" He asked, looking around the street.

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Kit leaned back a little on the bench, feeling less tense and more relived then she could ever remember feeling. She knew they weren't out of the clear completely yet, but hell, this is the most relaxed she'd ever been. Taking another sip of her water, she glanced over ways to James as he made his quiet comment, and she couldn't help but have a smile tug on her lips and a small laugh escape her. "Some food's good, some foods not. Most of it's better anyways," she commented truthfully before looking away from him, letting her eyes wander.

"Truthfully I don't know much about these particular stores, I've never been here," she shrugged, yet lifted her hand anyways, and pointed to a tattoo place across the street, not so cleverly named 'Ink'd up.' "That's for tattoo's, kinda like permanent drawing on your body," moving her hand, she aimed at the next building over, some frivolous boutique with a French name she couldn't pronounce or understand. "That's a clothing store-- an expensive one." Dropping her hand, she added "Most of the stores here are clothing ones, the one I just went into is sort of a place you can get miscellaneous things for cheap."

Sighing slightly, she got back off the bench and stretched her arms up, hearing the bones in her back crack from their stiffness. It wasnโ€™t an easy task for the smaller girl to help James walk, but hopefully the tenser would help enough. โ€œ"The bus station is a short walk from here, we should go before It getโ€™s dark and they stop running. The last thing we want to do is spend the night here.โ€ She was positive if they stayed here for much longer theyโ€™d run into someone sent from the institute. They may not think theyโ€™d last long out in the real world, but she knew they werenโ€™t just going to let someone as strong as Kit and James slip from their grasp.

Walking towards the direction the lady at the counter stated, it only took seven minutes or so to find the small grey hound station. She didnโ€™t expect much from a small town, and she hoped the buses hadnโ€™t stop running yet today. Turning towards James, she stated โ€œ"Iโ€™ll go grab tickets to the next bus, just look out for anyone who could be looking for us. The glasses and hat should be enough for them not to notice you right away.โ€

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He'd almost forgotten about their pursuers as he looked around at all the different kinds of shops and listened to Kit as she explained them. But all too soon, reality came crashing back, and he nodded, getting to his feet and putting his arm around Kit again. The bandage helped a little, allowing him to put a little more weight on his leg as they made their way towards the bus station. As they walked, he watched, waiting for someone to recognise him. But nobody looked at him twice, other than the odd sympathetic look.

As they reached the station, he looked around, staring at the buses and the variety of people around. All he could to in response to Kit's request was nod. He knew that they'd be right on their tails, but he honestly couldn't focus on that. As far as he knew, everyone and anyone could be from the Institute. There were people here, older than he'd ever seen before, and younger as well. Still, nobody looked at him more than once. He was just like one of them- outwardly at least. It was verging on overwhelming.

Part of him wanted to keep walking, keep running, just get away from these people that he couldn't trust- but at the same time, he knew that if he kept going on foot, he'd probably just damage his knee even more, and that they'd also probably be caught easier. But at least then, he didn't have to worry about all the people around them, about who was possibly a threat.