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[HEATHER ORCHID]

The sky was clear, and the wind felt great beneath the white wings of the white dove that flew above the camp. She could see almost everywhere, the forest, the main road, even a bit of the outside of the camp walls. She knew that it wasn't wise to try and cross the boundary, as the snipers there were likely to shoot you down. They knew there were shifters like her around here, and didn't let anything out. Birds could fly in, as any shifter that attempted to get in had never been to Sangvene before.

Heather had been attacked by some large creature when she was scavenging in her feline form. Luckily it hadn't hurt her, but she had to abandon the berry bush she had been eating from and take wing in her dove form. She flew around for a few minutes, trying to decide where to go now. She wasn't as hungry as before, but she could still use something else to keep her good throughout the night. She knew it wasn't safe to go out a night, all the vampires and the werewolves. They were very scary and Heather didn't want to ever meet one at night if she could help it.

She decided it would be best for her to take up camp for the night. The air was cool and the sky was dimming, so she began to circle a section of the cabins near the edge of the camp. She got closer and closer to the ground until she began to land. After she was less than two meters from the ground she transformed into a girl and stumbled onto her own hands and knees. "oof" she grunted, sighing as she wiped her hands on the sides of her dress. She wore a white dress, but it was dull and ripped at the ends slightly. On her feet were dressed in simple, knee high boots she had found. Her hair was a little ruffled, but she ran her fingers through them quickly to smooth it. Heather looked around, trying to test and make sure that nobody was around.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

Just on the other side of the cabin, staying in the shadow, a figure slung her duffel bag off of her shoulder and tried the door. She huffed when she found she couldn't open it, gave it a few hard whacks, ran her hair through her medium-length brown hair, and sat down against the door with a hard thump. She was tired, she could feel a bad migraine coming on, and what was worse was that there was a faint voice in her head that was getting stronger, and she had no way of shutting it out. She'd been chased all the way here by an elemental of some sort, and had finally spotted this row of cabins. She hoped that she'd be able to hide here.

The little voice in the back of her head was a clear-cut warning that this wasn't safe, but she was too tired and hungry to move. She rummaged around in her bag for that last bit of food that she'd brought with her from her trip. It was her second day in the camp, and she wasn't looking forward to tomorrow, when she'd have to figure out some way of finding food. The Camp was dangerous, and she hadn't a clue where to go or who she could trust. Everyone seemed hostile. Every person she'd met today had wanted to rip her apart for the items in her bag. Now, she was regretting her decision to bring so much stuff.

Strangely, since leaving home, Ergo and Myself had been quiet. She guessed that they must've been her parents thoughts, and that idea made her a bit sick. So, apparently she'd been walking around hearing whispers of her parent's minds for the past couple of years. She didn't want to think about what she'd hear here, or what that tiny voice she could make out right now was.

She really should hide herself better, but she didn't know where or how, and it didn't seem like anyone was about, so she carefully pulled out her journal and began to write.

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather couldn't see anyone, since she was in her human form she wouldn't be able to smell or hear the girl only a few cabins away. It would take too much energy to shift and try and check with enhanced senses now, as the faint rippling pain that she had associated with shifting was still under her skin. She knew many shifters had much less experience than her, and the pain would be much greater for them. Heather had always been glad she had been born with such a talented shifter mother that taught her everything she could-it was what made her such a strong shifter today.

So, she went to the closest cabin and tried to open the door. Locked. Great. But after over six months of living here and Sangvene she knew that the front door wasn't the only way into anywhere. She walked around the cabin, seeing broken windows high up. Much higher than Heather was, but maybe she could climb up. Heather wasn't exactly much of a climber, or a jumper, or a fighter... or physical person at all really. She was able to get her fingers onto the ledge and she tried to push herself up, but she lacked finger-hold and upper body strength and tumbled back down to the ground.

Discouraged, she thought she'd better try another cabin. So she tried the next one only a few strides away. It too was locked with the same type of windows. That was when she saw her, the girl. Her heart thumped and her eyes were wide and alert. She crouched down and leaned into the wall, hiding a little until she could decide if she was friendly or not.

She was young, and short. Shorter than Heather even-and Heather was pretty short. She thought that as strange, and point towards the not dangerous side of the scale for the stranger. She was carrying a bag of some sort-it could hold anything, including dangerous weapons. When she was a girl Heather didn't like to look at the worse possible scenario-but here you almost always had to, because they usually came true.

The girl tried the door, it was also locked. Then she sat down and wrote. She smiled softly, Heather loved language, and writing and reading. She had missed them so much when she was sent here, she only had a few books. Pride and Prejudice was one, and it was her favourite out of all of them. Those mean librarians that chose the books for the library didn't include any Fantasy, which was Heather's favourite genre.

She noticed the sky was continuing to darken slowly, and night would soon follow. She felt a stone drop in her stomach, she didn't want anyone to get ripped apart by vampires-and if neither of them found shelter soon they could very well both be hurt or worse, killed. She cleared her throat, looking at the girl with wide, solemn eyes. "I can boost you up the window if you pull me up." she said in her quiet, gentle voice.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

Carmindy jumped at the voice, standing quickly in surprise. Her heart was thumping in her ears as she surveyed this person with wide eyes. Well, wider than normal. She glanced up at the window, then back at the girl. She seemed about Carmindy's age, and she was slightly taller, which wasn't unusual. Pretty much everybody was taller than her. She quickly stuffed her journal back in the oversized pocket of her sweatshirt that she'd fashioned for such purposes and swallowed. Oddly, she wasn't feeling too afraid of her. It was almost impossible to be when the girl's stance wasn't hostile and she seemed to be eyeing Carmindy with the same amount of trepidation.

Carmindy ran her hand through her hair nervously. On one hand, two was better than one. On the other, she had no idea what this girl was. What if she was dangerous at night? She didn't seem too much of a fighter, but even in her short time at the camp, Carmindy was learning not to judge by appearances alone. But... she was offering to help get shelter, and there was no way Carmindy was going to find some on her own. She'd probably been here longer, and most likely knew her way a bit around camp and how to handle herself. She might be able to learn something from her, and Carmindy knew she needed a friend if she was going to survive. She was too weak by herself.

She slowly nodded, "Okay." She said just as quietly, her tone hesitant. She never was much good at talking to people, but this was really no time to be shy, she could worry about that later, when they were inside. It was getting dark, fast. She still stood there warily, trying to decide what to do with her duffel bag. It was too big to carry with her all the way up to the window, but she didn't want to leave it there. What if the girl just ran off with it?

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather nodded, walking slowly to the window. Unlike the girl, she had no luggage. She was constantly changing forms and almost none of them had room to carry anything. So instead of having a bag, or a base, she had several 'nests' scattered around the camp in hidden places. One in an abandoned owl's nest, one the cellar of a building already burnt to the ground and another high up in the treetops. They had little things like books or clothes-no food though. Heather never had enough food to store, she always ate it right away.

She walked a little closer, carefully so she didn't scare her. She seemed to be timid girl, like her, and probably new. Heather remembered when she was new, Pete had helped her quite a bit. Basically he was the one who showed her the ropes, good places to get food, how to find safe places to stay... Then he died. Maybe she'd be able to honour his memory and help this girl out? Or maybe they'd stay the night in awkward silence. Or maybe she'd kill Heather before daybreak-who really knew what could happen in their future?

Still, it would be polite to introduce herself, "I'm Heather." she said softly, and without waiting for her reply she gestured for the other girl to come closer, so she could give her a boost. She knelt down so the girl could climb up on her back. She knew she could never lift with her upper body weight, but she didn't mind acting as a footstool as long as it gave her a place to sleep for the night. "You're gonna want to throw your things in first. It'll help you climb in easier, and give you something softer to land on if you fall..." she added, her voice still solemn, but with a new determination fused in her words.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

Carmindy nodded to Heather. Eh, she could introduce herself later. Like, once they were inside and mildly safe. She could hear whispers of thoughts, zephyrs of Heather's mind coming toward her. She was a lot like Carmindy, but had been here longer. Heather's mind spoke that she was still a bit wary of her, not really knowing what to expect. But at their current situation, with the sun so low and the only place to go these cabins, the girls had to simply trust each other for now. She picked up her bag, zipping it shut. Then, she took it in both hands and heaved it up through the window, hearing a satisfying soft thump when it hit the floor of the cabin.

She then climbed on Heather's back, grateful for the boost up. She was quite familiar with this way of getting around things. When she was small, well, smaller, she and her best friend, Angus, would run all over the banks of the River Carron. They'd dam up the River, her carrying the little rocks and designing the dam, him taking the bigger ones they needed but she couldn't manage. Looking at the two, one would've never guessed they'd make good friends. Angus was the exact opposite of Carmindy, tall, built like a bear, with firey red hair and a temper and personality to match. Normally she didn't like loud people, but Angus was different. He somehow understood her and put up with her shyness, and brought out a side of her nobody else saw. He'd been her best, and one of her only, friends. They used to climb trees like this, him always giving her boosts so she could reach the higher branches. A huge knot twisted in her stomach as she thought of those glorious days by the riverside that she'd probably never, ever get back.

Carmindy grabbed the ledge and pulled herself up, scrambling against the side of the wall for a bit of support. It was difficult and a bit slow and clumsy, but she finally made it up. She wasn't the most agile of people...but her years of tree-climbing at made this ledge a bit easier. She then turned in the window, gripping it to brace herself, and dangled one arm down for Heather to take.

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather grunted as she supported the weight of the small girl. She had never been a strong person, always dainty and small. Since she had come here to Sangvene she had gotten stronger, but was still considerably weaker than most people here. When the girl was up she took her hand and pulled herself up. Now would be a nice time to have claws on her feet to get grips, or wings to avoid the climb at all. Ah well, she'd just have to live in her own form for now.

Once she was up and on the window sill, it was apparent there wasn't enough room for both of them for very long. So she quickly slid off the wall into the dark cabin and landed on the floor with a thud. She dusted off her dress, hearing glass crack underneath her feet. It must have been from the window shattering when whomever raided this cabin. She cleared it away from the window quickly by dragging her feet around it. She didn't want her to get cut on it when it when she came back down.

Quickly she looked around the cabin. When the Camp was still strict, she supposed that the bits of steel lying around must have been from bunk beds. People must have took them apart, probably hoping they would make a decent spear or weapon. So now all that was left of them were crumbled bits of steel in small piles by the corners. Other than that, the cold cement floor looked rather uninviting, but there was nothing overly dangerous or significant about the cabin. Good, so it would stand out as a neon sign for people to creep up on them.

She looked up to the girl, signalling her to come down from the window. "All's clear in here. You can come down now." she called, backing away to give her some room to jump down.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

She carefully let herself down from the sill, not wanting to risk any sort of injury, and also not liking the fact that it was almost so dark she couldn't see the floor. She'd never been particularly brave, and nearly everything about Sangvene terrified her. Not to mention, that as weak as she was, she couldn't risk an injury... for all she knew it might mean death. Especially since her pain tolerance wasn't particularly high either. She landed with a tiny yelp, not really expecting concrete to be under her. She'd expected wood or something.

She dusted herself off and blinked to get her eyes adjusted to the light. She felt safer knowing that it wasn't obvious they were in here and the door was locked. Carmindy wrapped her arms around herself and then looked at Heather. She supposed it would be polite to introduce herself as of now.

"Thanks." She glanced up at the window and then back at Heather, "I'm Carmindy." There was something that was so very...odd...about Heather. Something that Carmindy didn't understand. She couldn't place her finger on it. It felt...wild somehow. She was guessing it had to do with her Supernatural side, and she was definitely hoping that 'wild' didn't directly translate into 'dangerous'. Suddenly, the words cat and wings popped into her head. She blinked, "You're a cat... wait..." She paused, confused, as if her own words weren't really her own. Which, in a way, they weren't. "Wait...what?"

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Okay, so her name was Carmindy. It was a pretty name, much more unique than Heather-though Heather did like her name. But Carmindy was a nice name. She wondered if her parents ever called her Mindy instead-or Car, or Carly? No, not the time for such thoughts. She was getting off track.

Heather laughed a little, shuffling her feet. She wondered what kind of species Carmindy was to have figured it out. There were plenty of species that could figure it out, vampires and werewolves for one-as they'd be able to tell by all the different animal smells on her skin. An Animal elemental would be able to as well, as shapeshifters were more animal than human. Basically anything with enhanced senses or an affinity for animals would be able to tell. Heather didn't mind, she wasn't a secretive person. "I'm a Shapeshifter. You know, I can be a cat. I'm just not right now."

She gave a little shrug, and looked to the window. The light was fading ever more quickly so it was probably best for them to start making their own spaces for the night, places that they could tell were safe so they didn't need to worry about sleeping on glass. She figured the power to the cabin was still running, but it was best to keep the lights on. Nothing was more of a neon sign around here than lights on, as all the others were off. That was lesson one that Pete taught her. Electricity was for people who could afford to be found. They had no such luxury. So she sat against the wall below the window, folding her legs to the side slightly to keep herself up and her back leaned against the wall.

"So, I'm a Shapeshifter. I... I hope you don't mind if I ask what you are? I mean-If you're not comfortable telling me that's fine." her voice had a bit of a stutter, she was always uncomfortable asking personal questions. Heather wasn't a pushy person, and probably never would be. She usually minded her own business and took whatever information she could-but it was best to try and know what species you were hanging around.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

She paused, looking at Heather. She hoped she didn't shape-shift into anything dangerous... but for now she could deal with a cat. Though, she was curious about the wings...

"I'm...a Telepath." She answered, with about as much hesitation. First of all, she wasn't sure if it was wise to tell her, but she figured that since Heather had told her what she was...well...she might as well return the favor. She rubbed at her slight headache that was coming on from using her skill and flopped down against her duffel bag, actually inviting Heather's thoughts in a bit. They were soft, like a steady stream of water or a breeze, kind of soothing to a Telepath's mind. They weren't violent or evil or angry, just... regular thoughts. Sure they had a feral side that Carmindy assumed came from the Shape-shifting, but she decided right then and there that she liked Heather. At least... Heather's mind.

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather nodded, that seemed to explain how she knew her species. She'd be able to hear it in her thoughts. Some might be disturbed by spending the night with a Telepath, but as was stated before-Heather wasn't a secretive person. She didn't hide anything because she didn't have much to hide. She was pretty much all she appeared to be, aside from her shapeshifting of coarse.

Heather took the short moment of silence to study Carmindy for a moment, she was young. Too young, in her opinion, to be sent to a place like this. Actually, they were all too young for a place like this. Children shouldn't be forced to live in such a hostile environment. She remembered, when her parents were starting to organize protests, they had no idea it was this bad in here. Their argument was that they shouldn't be taken away from their families and not sent to a youth detention centre. If only they knew what was really going on, because she'd much rather live in a prison that Camp Sangvene.

She looked at her hands, giving a short mental sigh. She let her body begin to relax, as she'd be staying there until sunrise-when she'd go out to find food. "How long have you been here for?" she asked, her face once again solemn and rather grave. Camp Sangvene wasn't the kind of place you'd think or talk about with smile. At least, not most people.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

Thankfully, Carmindy realized with some relief, Heather didn't seemed to mind the fact she was a Telepath. She wasn't sure how people around here reacted to such things. Back in Scotland, at least in her area, being a Supernatural was something of a normality. At least as far as Elementals went. There had been Elementals in Scotland since there'd been a Scotland. But Telepaths were different. Carmindy had found that in the weeks leading up to her dad putting her here, people had stopped trusting her. Even Angus, she remembered with hurt, had stopped coming by to see her, afraid of what her untamed skills could do. Though, granted, she supposed a more diverse Supernatural population was normal here. Carmindy mentally snorted at herself. Of course it had a more diverse population of Supers. It was a camp for rehabilitating them, for crying out loud!

She realized she could easily see Heather being a cat, or a bird for that matter, if she was one. She was gentle and quiet, just like Carmindy's cat, Minkles, had been. While she wasn't nearly as agile as Carmindy would've expected her to be had she known she had that part in her when they'd met, she still had some essence about her that screamed cat. Though, that was probably Carmindy's telepathy kicking in, she couldn't always discern which was which.

When Heather asked her the question, her mind reverted back to that awful night. The night when her dad had pulled her out of bed and told her to pack her suitcase. She swallowed, looking down at her hands. "Th-this is my second day." She paused and then looked up at Heather, "You've been here longer, I assume?"

[HEATHER ORCHID]

Heather nodded, pulling her knees up to her chest so she could hold them close. "Y...yeah. I guess you could say that. I've been here... six... seven months now? It's easy to loose track of time around here." she shuddered a bit. When she was out of here, her life had been the same for everything. She hadn't gone six months without anything she had almost ever done before. She usually read her favourite book every four months, at least. Her parents took her up to the redwood forest every month on the first, she had schooling from her mother every weekday afternoon and they went to town every other week. Other than that they went camping every five months in the forest, there wasn't much else she did with her life. But she hadn't done any of that in over six months.

Heather yearned for her old life, it had never been much but it had always been what she wanted. She longed for the smell of the ocean and the caressing of the breeze on her cheek and the tug of the waves on her feet. She wished she could lye in the forest and look above to see a thick canopy of redwoods of the forest. She'd never get to see it ever again and it made her want to cry for the sweet touch of her parents.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. That's a sad topic. Let's talk about something happy, right?" she said, a little more quickly than she usually spoke, with a nervous ring to it. She gazed at the ceiling, trying to think of a happier topic. She couldn't... wait! No... Usually Heather always had a happy topic, but now she was sad. She gave another mental sigh and bit the side of her lip, hoping Carmindy might say something.

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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[CARMINDY FROST]

Carmindy cleared her throat, hoping to get rid of the awkward silence. Words...words... why were they so hard? She had them flowing in and out of her head all the time but half of the time she could never form a coherent sentence.

She tried to think of something to say, finally getting out, "What's it like being a cat?" Lame question, but it was the only one that was popping up in her head and she couldn't think of anything else to ask that would be better. She was hoping it would be an okay topic. Conversation was not one of her strengths, and usually when she would hang out with people at home they'd be doing all the talking. It was both a blessing and a curse. She'd be hearing all of the voices along with whatever that person was saying. But, on the other hand, then she didn't have to divert brain power from trying to decide what to talk about.

She was really trying hard not to listen to Heather's thoughts, she didn't know how to block them out and she felt that it was a huge breach of privacy, kind of like reading somebody's mail. In her opinion, thoughts were the one thing that a person should, in any situation, have to themselves and be free to think and dream. Maybe it was a strange notion coming from a Telepath, but maybe when you were a Telepath and everybody else's thoughts were crowding into your brain, you appreciate the silence and the privacy more than other people might. Though, as soft and zephyr-like Heather's thoughts were, some were just plain loud, and Carmindy's expression had softened a bit when she'd accidentally caught the bits about her family. Carmindy had never liked her family, her dad was absent and aloof and her mother was edgy and a bit too loud and pushy for her tastes... but she could tell that Heather's was, or had been, important to her.

[HEATHER ORCHID]

That brightened Heather up, she smiled and gave a shrug, "In my opinion? It's amazing. You can hear so much more, and smell better too. Sight in the night is as easy as pie and everything is so much bigger. My mother says that when I was a girl, I was more feline than human some days." she laughed, remembering how most of her baby photos were of a tumbling little white kitten with bright, blue eyes. Her smile continued to stay on her face as she looked back to Carmindy.

It was strange how a simple question could make Heather so happy, but remembering the joys of her favourite transformation was enough to pull her out of almost any sadness. Heather was not a drastic person. Never too happy, never too sad. She may have different emotions, but they were usually never far from neutral.

She calmed down a bit, giving a little smile "What about you? Being a Telepath must be pretty interesting." she asked. Heather had never considered what it'd be like to be a Telepath... Or any other species for that matter. Once she had wondered what would have happened if she was an Earth Elemental like her father. She figured that she'd end up being a gardener like her father, which wouldn't have been bad-but she preferred being a shapeshifter. For the first time she wondered what it'd be like to be a Telepath. She probably wouldn't use her powers often, as Heather, again, wasn't a pushy or intrusive person. It was interesting to think of how life would be if she wasn't a shapeshifter...

NOTES✈ ooc notes
LYRICS✈ I'm like a bird - Nelly Furtado
CREDIT✈ by Goldy.

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