A New Life...

[Lady Diabla]

Kathryn surveyed the old managers office door with a slim raised eyebrow in ammusement. She took her silver dagger from the loop on her flowing black skirt where she kept her two daggers and withought flinching cut a slash on her palm and placed her hand where the dafing paw print Lynx had once made not so long ago and when she took it off the door in its place was a hand of blood. She then with two fingers smeared the blood around until it resembled a paw print with claws and all. She snickered, there was her debut as leader alright... She took a cloth she had nicked from the kitchens and cleaned up her hand and opened the door and once more looked at the now barren office, all of Chloes stuff had vanished. She said she didn't know. But you never can tell with Kathryns sarcastic smile and dangerous glint in her emerald eyes. She kicked a box into the office. Her childhood and life from london all in that one small cardboard box, all she had with her when she fled in the cargo hold of the plane from london. Ocelot heard a pur behind her and with a smirk said in a slight purr on her own voice like bells with a mix of a feline tone,

"Well, well,well. If Isin't Ocelia... How have you been today love?"

A soft meow was heard as a lovley Egyptian Mau leapt onto the now vacant desk, its eyes the same color as her owners... a striking emerald green. She was as beautiful as her owner in a feline way -Which Kathryn was as feline as Ocelia was probably human-. Kathryn Jasmine "Ocelot" Lotus was a very striking young womanof 17. Her brilliant firey hair long and softly waved and curled so it flowed about her elegantly in the wind, her large emerald green eyes! She petted Ocelia on her head once and set to unpacking the large box. She opened the folds and there on top was a lovley sight that made her sigh with grief and despair as she unfolded it and took it out... It was a lovley brilliant shade of purple, very festive and beautiful and seemed to go amazingly with her. She held it up and it was a perfect fit... she finally fit into her mothers gown the one before her family had gone from a wealthy family -Note this was long before she was born- to the slummiest of the slum owners. Kathryn looked about and quickly put it on in a small closet in the office and said in a slightly muffled voice,
"Ocelia! No peeking love... just going to try it on for old times sake...."

She opened the door and Ocelias eyes twinkeled and it almost looked as if she nodded in approval. And then stepped out a young woman... a woman with hips might I add! Kathryns curvy figure fit into this silk purple gown, tight in all the right places and complimented her slim frame. She sighed as she gave a twirl in the slightly cracked full length mirror on the door of the office.

[Sinclaw]

[My eyes!]

[Lady Diabla]

She looked about and said urgently to the cat,

"Ocelia! Noone can see me in these... garments! Don't tell my pet!"

She quickly ran into the closet and changed into her normal clothes, her long black skirt that flowed about her bare ankles freely and the gold patterened green belly shirt that hugged her chest and of course her orb necklace and the two gold ringlets she had made two scouts dig for in the rubbage heaps. She walked out and folded the lovley silken gown and whispered as she put it in a empty file cabinet,
"I love you Mum. But this dress has no place here in the tribe, this was went for a time of celebrating, this is a time of war and death."

She continued unpacking all her possesions in the office. She picked up a dusty picture in a cheap frame and blewoff the dust revealing many freckled red and coppered haired children and a worn smiling woman and a beaming man looking as if he was giving a jolly laugh had in his arm a beautiful young firey haired girl with green eyes and freckles dusted lightly on her nose giggling. She smiled for a minute and put it on her desk so it faced her.
She continued more unpacking and surveyed the room ...perfect. She liked order in her ranks but she knew her office would become a cluttered disaster like Lynx's if she didn't keep it clean like she knew she would. On the walls were pictures of her when she had went to jail once for murder, -she had escaped right before her sentance- and around her were News paper clippings everywhere tacked,stapled or glued onto the wall. Her green eyes looked on all the headlines, "Stray Match burns Apartment in London; Only survivor was one of the many siblings of the Lotus family along with a Egyptian Mau" "Sole Survivors of the Fire last week remains lost; Scotland Yard fear for the childs saftey and health on the streets alone" "Monsieur Gardae was found along the river banks today dead several days after he was reported to be missing tracks that appear to be small human feet and a small kittens foot prints" "15 year old leads break-in to the palace and sucessfully stole many of the queens garments" "A long chase after England reknowned serial killer known as "Feline Feral" ended in confused Scotland Yard looking about The England International Airport as the Feline Feral made a quick escape in the bustle of many Tourists" "Searches Continue for the F.F Tuesday and high Security has been put on E.I.A "

Kathryn smirked and said in a sing-song voice as she stroked Ocelia softly while sitting in the plush black leather rolling chair behind her new desk,

"But they didn't find us did they Ocelia? No... We were to quick for them..."

The firey haired girl cackled and a flash of white passed through her green eyes as she stroked the cat who in turn yowled.

[Sketch]

<sup>0oC: please excuse me if it suckz out loud...this is my first time doing one of these rps!

-------------------The Blood Artist Returns----------------------

The time had swept by, and my oh my, here he was. Dallas "Sketch" Seraldo had finally resurfaced into the real world. It seemed to him that he had lived in the shadows for too long, trying to get to this 'american' place. But he needed something to do, rather than walk by night and hide by day. But now, he had no need to hide from the sun, for he was a free man. The coppers couldn't catch him here, at least not the Frenchies. He spat at the thought of France. In fact, he spat twice at the thought of that loathsome country...in all its 'pride' and incessant 'glory'. Buncha' stuck up prudes, they is. He though, with a sneer and dark cackle. He moved with loud steps, letting his heavy army boots thunk harshly upon the tile of the hall. His tattered gray overcoat flamed about his feet, being pushed outwards because of the speed he was moving. Indeed, he moved siwftly down the thin hallways, regretting that he had left his noose back in France. He would have to find a new one...and soon.

With a snort he continued, shaking his head. Wild wisps of dark hair fell into his eyes, as he looked down to the dark tile with boredome. The halls were bare...damn this place was boring! Nothing 't look at. With a dull sigh he passed the kitchen, hands shoved into his overcoats' pockets. He felt the piece of stale bread that was weeks old, something he had chosen to save and not eat. He pulled it out and dug into it, with yellowish stained teeth. A nasty outcome of years of smoking. He sighed once more, chewing his overdue bread that tasted quite...sour. Sourdough maybe? Or was it just rotten? What did he care, he was used to this kind of crap. Finally he reached his destination, the office. He dug deeper into his coat pockets, and pulled out a cigarette and lighter. He lit it up and took in a long, deep drag from it, and leaned against the doorframe, blowing smoke rings for a few minutes. Boring...he would ask Kathryn if he could paint some things on the halls. Well, later at least. He rapped on the door with a knuckle, a rather harsh, loud sound that shattered the silence of the building. He resumed blowing smoke rings boredly, and waited for a reply.</sup>

[Lady Diabla]

Kathryn having stopped her laughter with Ocelia felt her slim eyebrows slant down in a V of anger at being disturbed and growled under her breath,

"Bloody Hell what now?"

She sighed and then exasperatdly barked,

"Lurlina if thats you again I'll-"

She ground her back molars and then giving another sigh got up from her desk and opened the door with a quick yank, and then closed her mouth. She had been ready to chew out Lurlina for asking once more if Ike could be her pet. Really Ocelia that girl is bonkers! Its a good thing were sane."
Instead she saw the Beta taking a good drag of his cig. She stared at the tips glowing ember she felt a mixed emotions of the fire on the end. As she heard screams enter her mind and she rubbed her temples once to rid of them. She then gave a ammused smirk as she leaned against the door way and watched him blow out rings of smoke and patiently she said with her usual purr and hint of sarcasm,

"If you wish to enter my quarters Sketch, please stub out your cancer on a stick before you come in. That smoke stains everything and I don't want anything from second hand smoking. Besides leading takes all my brain cells. "

Her smirk twitched in ammusement and she brushed a lock of firey hair out of her emerald eyes and continued again her tone taking a more serious side,

"So what brings you here at this time?"

She looked him over once more. She had done a good job picking her beta who would rule in her abscence and give her advice if need be. He was sane -enough anyways- and was strong and good when it came to fighting with just about anything. She had thought long and hard and thought about her huntress Lurlina but she quickly gave a shudder as she thought of her ruling as a beta and she could already see her phychotic beta prancing about with the little Ike like a 8 year old still. She felt Ocelia brush past her but she took no notice, the cat liked doing her rounds at this time and Kat knew she never wandered too far from her master.

[Sketch]

<sup>He took another long drag from his cigarette, flicking a smirk at Ocelot.

"Aye, if you say so Ocelot..."

He blew one more perfect smoke ring, before pinching the cig. till it burnt out. With a dissatisfied sigh he shoved it in his pocket, knowing that Ocelot liked neatness in her tribe.

"I came here to talk a bit. Got bored makin' the rounds...nothin' 't do. Can I come in or will your feline go all pysco on me..."

He said with a half-grin, half-smirk. Sketch's attempt at making a joke was feeble. A serious, crazed signature killer making a joke was a hard thing to look at...for the joke was usually sick and disturbed. This one was dis-satisfyingly sane though, in his view. He flicked the wild locks of black hair that had fallen into his cold dark blue eyes, as he stared blankly into Ocelot's own emerald, fiesty and life filled eyes. This reminded him of a poem he once drew(xD). His works of art were full of hidden words and poems, that only he could describe and give the full meaning of.

Eyes are the window to the soul
Or so they say..but who knows whats true
For truth is nothing but a goal
That we humans desperatly try to pursue.

He again leaned against the door frame, crossing his left foot across his right neatly, and resting his left arm above his head. His expression was that of a bored man, yet his eyes held a spark of mild curiosity as he looked to the Mau cat at it's master's feet.
Oceilia she calls it... He was calm right now...not feeling enraged or slightly angered. He was among friends...well sort of.</sup>

[Lady Diabla]

Kat chortled softly and said with a slight snicker at the end,

"Belive me Sketch your better off worrying If I'll go after you. The cat won't attack you, unless I swing it around my head by her tail and launch it at you. Its a basic battle manuever I use in frantic ambushes. Ocelia tends to dislike it, but its affective for sure eh? "

She opened the door ajar further and stepped back into the room and sat in the plush yet ugly lime green which she curled up in her feet under her while she sat. A bad habit she had picked up from Ocelia. Ocelia -Speak 'o the devil- pranced into the room stopping only once to stare at Dallas and then with a sniff leap onto the desk and then onto Kathryns lap.

She indicated a puce armchair and made a mental note to redecordate as soon as she found someway to replace two shitty armchairs for black and red ones. She leaned back slightly and asked as she stroked Ocelia gently,

"Can I get you something? Water? Sparkling Water? Pop? Coffee? Tea? Speaking of which a scout found some raspberry tea, brilliant that stuff is."

She asked polietley, something she didn't do unless she had run into another leader. She shoved off Ocelia as gently as she could manage and then picked up 2 darts threw them at the wall so they landed on a bullseye in the corner she looked about and cursed as she looked in vain for a third. Then with a shrug she used her gold dagger and threw it at the mark and it hit the center.

[Sketch]

He pushed the door open so he could squeeze through, then closed it with a quiet click. He nodded as Ocelot gestured for him to sit, though he took his sweet time doing so. As small an office as it was, he seemed perfectly able to extend the time it took him to reach the chair. Finally, he sat stiffly in the armchair, not leaning back or relaxing.

He cocked an eyebrow as he watched the darts zoom by his head placidly, not even flinching as the dagger whirred by him with hardly a sound. He turned to see her score, and the corner of his mouth twitched up in a slight smirk.

"Effective alright...I love the idea of it though."

The man finally relaxed in the armchair as he heard Ocelot's words of a drink. It had been a while since he had had anything to wet his parched throat. He thought delicately about it for a moment, being the procrastiantor he was, and finally decided.

"Rasberry tea sounds good enough to wet my whistle."

He grunted in reply, and folded his hands neatly behind his head and waited for something to do.

[ooc: short...]

[Lady Diabla]

She smiled and nodded and stared at him for awhile and complexed said in a "what=the=fudge-are-you-doing-still-here". She smiled a sickly sweet smile that didn't fit her normally scowling face as she said in a slightly confused voice,

"Well aren't you going to get it?"

She rolled her eyes and her eyebrows formed a V so her face once more became a dark scowl and she grumbled irritably,

"Oh I thought you were gonna get it. Bloody Hell... okay hold on then. Don't get your bleeding knickers in a knot. Wouldn't want the bloody damn fairy princess wrinkling her damn tu-tu -or w/e-" would we?"

She said and looking into the slightly cracked mirror put up her hair into a high ponytail seeing as she only liked her hair up during the evening or it would look like a untamed copper lions mane. She gave him a dangerous look as her eyes flashed and she snarled,

"And keep your bleeding hands away from your lighter. If I smell smoke I'll use the lighter to roast your ass."

She opened the door and Ocelia leaping off the desk padded after her obediantly as she went into the kitchen squeezing through the swinging door. Kat sighed and looled through all the storage and then found the small bag of raspberry ice tea packets and put it on the counter and filled a cup with the Statue of Liberty on it with chilled water and then putting in the packet stirred for a minute and decided to make herself a cup of coffee. She lazily took the raspberry ice tea and the black coffee and sugar with ehr too the office. She put the tea in front of Dallas and then put the black coffee and then left the small portion of the sugar bowl -mind you she put alittlte into a small bowl- and let ocelia eat the sugar while she sipped at her black coffee. She stared at it cagueley and softly sang to herself in her chiming voice,

"Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun"

She sang it quietly yet it still rang in the beautiful voice she had always had just more matured and stronger. Her fathers voice boomed into her ear, "Your going to get us out of here one day Kitty Kat." She remembered the music book with all the old musical songs and this had been her favorite yet it saddened her heart though.


[/purple]

[Mina Crow]

[I love Cats. They got really famous, the music is remembered on year 2137? x)]

[Lady Diabla]

(Yes, because if you look closley on her past in her profile. Kathryn got a piano and they were so poor all they got was this cheap old old old musical song booklet. And she memorized them by heart. Pssst. And I love Cats too.)

[Sketch]

<sup>Dallas sat silently the whole time she was gone, being consumed by deep thought. His position was still laxed out and rather neutral, and he didn't rightly care. Mixed emotions lay behind the cold, grey slates that were his eyes. Sketch was so intent on his thougths, he did not hear Kathryn enter. He had been thinking many things...mostly his about his next victim and finding a noose.

"Thank you..."

He said in a distant voice, reaching for the cup with a shaky hand. It was coming again...the urge to kill. The urge to leave his bloody mark upon the stark white cement. To strike terror into the eyes of passer-by with his grotesque artwork. A cruel, wicked smile spread across his face as he pictured his next victim. A woman...the age of twenty. So perfectly still in all her bloody splendor, her cold pale skin splattered by the crimson fluids. She wouldn't put up a struggle, for she was too meek. Her slender body laid in a silent passion of a killer who enjoys and loves his work. The world before him turned to darkness, as he closed his eyes while grasping the cool cup in his hands. He heard the ice clinking, the water dripping down the side, and making its way down his hand. His grip got tighter and tighter on the cup, till it seemed to get tiny little cracks in it. He heard a last gurgle of air from his soon to be victim, then he released the cup. It almost fell to the floor, but he caught it at the last moment.

"Nice song Kitty Kat..."

He said in a cruel, low whisper. Though his voice could be heard loud and clear, as his calm side went into darkness. A wild look came into his eyes, as he glared at Ocelot. He imagined his hands around her neck, squeezing tighter and tighter...no. Not her. Not Kathryn. He wouldn't hurt her...she had given him something to live for, the Wildcats. And this is how he repays her? By letting his mind begin to kill her slowly? No...he musn't let that happen!</sup>

[Lady Diabla]

Kathryn almost felt a warm smile come on as he complimented her but it slid off to be replaced by a look of most utter rage her eyes flashed dangerously and with the hand she had been playing with her other silver dagger in her outrage slammed the dagger deep into the oak desk. She held him up a few inches in the air by his collar and she said in a voice so cool and calm that it was more frightening than her bellowing in rage,

"Sketch did you know you piss me off? Da ya wanna know what I do to people that really piss me off? I throw them in the pits. But you know what? I can't find a beta that wouldn't drive me up the wall. So you and me were just gonna have to grin and bear each other. Now First Rule. NOONE. And I mean NOONE, calls me Kitty Kat. My da calls... called me that. Because of assholes like you who smoke those cancer on a stick threw a match into the s**t of an apartment we lived in and that night my whole family perished but me and Ocelia here. Second rule, you look at me in the eyes while I'm talking to you! And Third Rule is stay out of my way when I've closed the door to my quarters with a lock."

She let him down slowly and with a dark scowl took out the dagger from her desk and surveyed the damage and covered it with her coffee mug casually and then with her sickly poisoned smile said in a venomous way,

"Do you have any questions Speck?"

[Sketch]

<sup>He stared her in the eyes the whole time, never blinking. The smile was never wiped from his face. He did feel sorrow for her. But really, he wasn't scared of her. In fact he was quite the opposite. Her anger made him feel even closer to her, more like mutual friends than anything.

"No questions Ocelot."

He grunted, smoothing out his collar with ease. A bored look settled into his eyes once more.
He respect Ocelot, and knew he should obey her every order, but he could not help smiling. That same, cruel, aphotic, crazy smile that he used to terrorize his victims before he made the final blow.

"Ocelot, I do respect you. Really. But I must say one thing. You piss me off as much as the next broad, but because I think of you as a mutual friend, I keep my cool. Now, if you don't want to be my friend, I'm fine with that as well. We'll be whats called in my terms as 'friendly enimies'. I don't hold grudges, or play foolish games like that. I won't call you Kitty Kat again, if it pleases you so...and to tell the truth, I don't use matches. I use lighters, and I don't throw lit cigarettes on the ground. True, I am an asshole, and yes, so are you. In fact, everyone here is an a$$hole. And you know why? Because of human nature. It is in our nature to be lazy. To hate, to love, to destroy. It is the fault of some pathetic moron too stupid to have common sense that wood plus a burning match make a bonfire. Now honestly, Dear Ocelot, you can blame whoever the hell you want. But there is no point in blaming someone else who can never be found, never be punished. If you could, I would encourage you to torture the man to no end. To drag his death out for days at a time. In fact, I would have enjoyed 't see you so that. Hell, Kat, I would hunt the man down right now if I could. Look m'dear, the point is...the human race sucks. I wish I wasn't here right now. I wish I was in hell to suffer for my so called 'sins'. I don't want to enjoy life. I want to destroy it. I want it to perish in the blood of all that I have killed, of all that I will kill. "

He was standing now, his hands planted firmly on her desk, his blue eyes holding a wild look. Oh yes, he was into it now. He was into his words, of telling someone how he felt. And he didn't care if she replied or not. He was so f.u.c.k.e.d up in the head, he didn't know which way was left or right anymore.</sup>

[Lady Diabla]

Kathryn gave him a blank look and said withought much expression,

"I'm going out Speck."

She snarled and walked out her hair back down again her cat on her shoulder.

(Going to join your other more interesting coversation with Hyren!)

[Sketch]

((*depressed look* okay...))

[Chloe']

OOC

*cough*

Ya know, Im still bumping around this site, and IM not very happy with what I see. Ill make a list

1) Im going to kill Willow for not consulting me about my sucsessor

2) The office door, that pawprint, well it realy isnt hand-sized... Chloe made sure that when she died, no one would be able to change that print. Its basicly carved and burnt into the door, and it covers the whole door. Idiot.

3) I feel that your slightly copying me with your nick, Ocelot, ya mine was Lynx, and if you were in Chloe's Tribe, she would make sure she was the only one with the name of a cat.

4) As for the pet, Chloe would have either taken it captive sence it was a cat, let it go, or kill it. She was/is a bit of a cat finatic and probably would have taken the kitteh

5) YOur person, well, lets just say Chlo wouldnt have let some bi.tch like this anywhere NEAR high ranks. If anyone, Chloe wouldhave named Syren Mistress instead of this jack.a.ss

6) There was no IC death of Chloe, so shes not offically dead.

7) YOur siggys to fu.ckin big. Do you know how friggin long it takes to scroll down with that big a.ss retarted pic plastered on your every post?

8) YOur streaching the forum, and thats annoying *refering to sigg again*

9) THATS BAD KARMA FOR YOU!!!!

[Mina Crow]

Calm down, Chloe. Geez, no need for that. Yes, I didn't consult you. You said you were off, so I thought you wouldn't mind. I'm sorry about that.

Seraph is working on a segment on how the Mistress of the Wildcats and the Wharf Rats died. So she is, in fact, dead. We worked it between us, as you said you were leaving.

Indeed, your signature is too big, Diabla. But no need for all that, Chloe, again

And what if Ocelot took over? Chloe was not there to name a new leader (ask Seraph 'bout this, not sure).

And Karma? Hell, no need t talk about that. If you want to smite someone, do it. No need to push it

So, how was camp? Please create a new thread, this is an IC thread.

[Chloe']

*twitchy eye* Your pushing me, dear Willow. I may just have to delete the information I made for the Wildcats. Then well see how Ms. Returd over there can handle it.

IF anything, Ocelot would have been rejected from the Wildcats, Chloe can be opened armed, but also picky about who enters her lands.

[Seraphim]

Chloe, don’t make me ban you. I know, I’ll get for it on Small Fantasy, but at the moment Children is more important to me. Look, okay, so you don’t like your replacement. I’ll write a segment on how she got where she is without having met Chloe once. That way, it’s all good whether Chloe likes her or not.

Send Ocelot a list of all the things you think the Central Park is supposed to look like, according to you. That way, you won’t have to do this stuff again and I won’t have to tear my hair out. And yes, I know Ocelots’ image is a bit big, but that’s fine so long as it doesn’t get nay bigger. So it stretches the forum – I should have left the forum wider, then.

Locking.