Beauty & the beast (not in -that- way) [Kitty]

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[atrb=background,http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc109/toysoldierdonut/THtablemid.png] In the one year he had spent alive, Thelonius had never been inside the church that held the Menagerie's famous liquor hole. Not because he wasn't allowed, rather because he had no desire to. To him it was just another run down building along side the rest of them; the chapel just had a bit more foot traffic than the others. Not to mention he couldn't drink liquor. The virus stood silently in the structure's shadow, staring up into the sullied stained glass windows as the setting sun shone through them. But Thelonius wasn't here to admire the sight, he was given the instructions to try an infect one of the many shifters the Menagerie housed. Thelonius was one of the very few viruses that weren't life threatening to most people. However, Mono was pretty easy to spread around if people weren't careful. The Keepers were running an experiment that required some shifters to come down with sickness. Of course, Thelonius was happy to oblige. So here he was, at the speakeasy. He knew that rogues liked to hang around here, though ring members of all kinds have shown face before. The temptation of liquor could potentially provide a veritable smorgasbord of shifters to infect. Of course, this didn't make him want to go inside the speakeasy any more than he already wanted. But maybe someone would be skulking around the place. He'd have to wait and see... ;; ooc - very very weak post. I just wanted to get something done before the power goes out for who knows how long. Irene's about to hit New England...

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The speakeasy. It was a place with memories, for Kitty; not particularly fond memories, but they weren't bad memories. But honestly, how many truly fond memories could one have in the Menagerie? Not many, because the place was practically hell on earth, for shifters and anthros everywhere. Oh, and viruses. Couldn't leave out the Keepers' latest mutations, could she now? She herself had never run into one, as of yet (though that was about to change), but from what she'd heard, they were pretty fearsome. Able to give you all sorts of diseases, from ebola to... what were the others? Maybe a TB virus? There were certainly a lot of fever viruses around, and that alone was enough to freak her out. Kitty had never taken illnesses quite well; she was always the one in her family to catch colds, and fevers always hit her the hardest.

Still in her jaguar form from the travel to the speakeasy, she stood and looked at it from about sixty yards out, just thinking. Religion was never something she'd really been into; her parents had gone to church maybe once or twice a year, on Christmas and Easter. But other than that, her family was hardly religious. She stood, still, outside of it, her mind wandering as she tried to imagine what it must have been like back during the Prohibiton. She'd learned about it in schools; a stupid decision to outlaw alcohol. That had been her first thought and then she'd been interested, for once. The way Kitty figured it, the whole deal would have happened like this:

The preacher would have been a big man, the old Southern stereotype of a preacher, with the weird enunciation patterns and everything, spit flying off his lip as he leaned over the little stand thing that his big Bible was on. Then, after the service, a few would hang back and he'd take them downstairs to sell them his special moonshine and hidden liquor, and then a little party would happen a few hours later. She smiled, satisfied with the fantasy she'd created, and- wait. What was that? Her ear twitched, trying to locate the source of the noise. Strange, she could have sworn she had heard something. Shifting to her human form, she looked around again, and suddenly-

There. There in the shadows. She tensed, her face looking slightly confused and completely on guard. "Hey!" She called over to the male, keeping her distance. "Who are you and what do you want?" She could only assume that he did, in fact, want something, and wasn't just stalking her from the shadows.