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A young girl cautiously crept up the hallways of the dormitory building, almost as if expecting something to jump out at her at any minute. Her blue eyes darted about, taking in every detail as she slowly advanced. Few students were in the hallway, but those who saw her stared at her curiously and whispered amongst themselves. Katelyn wondered what
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She shifted her position slightly, curling up a little tighter against her warm, purring body to shield against the chill night air. "Though I am one with the wild, underneath, I am still human. But living as an animal for many moons makes one lose herself, though she does not forget entirely." Kate didn't know whether or not to continue, for fear that her would-be roommate would fear her, as so many others seemed to once learning of her nature.
After a moment's consideration, however, she decided she had to continue. This strange girl was not shocked to see her in another form, unlike most. And Kalinka did not appear to be very talkative or social, but still asked Katelyn to tell her more about herself. It would not be very friendly to ignore her request. "I was...very sick. I was in need of supplies, and medicine, and clothing. Men...men with weapons entered my grove, they wanted to cut, to burn, to destroy. I was not myself, and I-I attacked them to drive them away, take their supplies that I needed to, to survive." BANG! Her eyes clenched tightly as fear caused her small body to tremble. "There was loud sounds of thunder, with fire and smoke. I fell to the ground, and became a girl again. I awoke in a new land, being repaired by the whiteskins..."
Her story more or less complete, she tried to change the subject. "Tell me of yourself, Kalinka the Green, I-I have nothing more."
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"I prefer stories that aren't about myself. In fact, I love them, and collect those stories. When someone asks for stories about myself, I usually become frustrated at all the things it forces me to remember. I'm a hypocrite, sometimes. I don't tell my stories, at least not my stories about myself. I try not to make them at all." In denying her roommate a story about her past, it was still telling her of Kalinka the Green. That was the way Kalinka's mind tended to work, the way things would have sounded if she were thinking alone about her own ironies.
"I dislike most types of men, but the ones you described, I may dislike the most. I also dislike the papers, corpses of trees, wasted on recording false names. They try to name me for the man they say is responsible for me. Fortunately, other papers say that I may live here alone, away from him. Unfortunately, they still try to give me his name, and not my mother's. I wish that she were here so that I could be with her, but I still hope that she is in a better place, with my friends, and their parents. I consider following them there, sometimes..."
For fear of gushing too much information, like a waterfall into the complete stranger's mind, Kalinka interrupted herself with the act of removing her glasses. Her hands folded them from her face, as she released them to the air, turning her head to follow their blur with her eyes. Using a subtle twitching of fingers, they floated to their place by the window, caught in a mostly invisible electromagnetic field. It was something her element of specialty allowed her to accomplish against most metal objects, with a little practice. "And that's how I tend to speak when I want to tire myself to sleep." Without much energy left, she began recollecting her covers from the foot of the bed.
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