IC: Melanie/Ten 11:30am The mask feels cool as I slide it over my face, sending the feeling of a new being shooting inside of me. I was always a different person when I placed this mask over my head, "A change for the worse." I utter to myself as I push on the doors. The building that I had been sheltering in the night before was crumbling, and unused, carrying a damp, chilly draft around in it's bowels. Luckily for me, it was one of the few old structures left standing after the explosions, and made for a perfect seclusion from the rest of the city. Depressing a button on the back of my hand, I run stealthily down the street, leaping off of the ground as I hear the whoosh from above. My feet land gracefully on top of my ride, pulling me up further from the street, and into the skyline. I smile to myself, recalling the thousands of times it took me to perfect that little trick before I stopped falling clumsily on my butt. It had never upset me though, because my mother was always there to comfort me, and insist that I'd get it right someday. Your mother always did baby you, Ten. I shut my eyes, trying to stop the newly forming tears from coming, but it was useless. Hot streaks zipped down my cheeks as I flew through the air, wetting the mask that concealed my emotions. She was gone, a long way from here anyway, finding her rehabilitation at a place other than Arkham apparently. Pull yourself together you weakling, your mission isn't to blubber. "I hate you." I speak angrily. Jimmy Cracked corn, now quiet yourself and fly. Since when did you let yourself become this mass of emotion. The world wasn't built on tears Ten, it was made by solid, and well thought out actions. Such as the destruction of the Bat. Leaning forward, I steer the card for the ground, leaping off as it comes within reach. What are you doing, Ten? It hit me, all at once it'd just flooded my brain. I know who it is. I know who's in my mind. I look up at the sky, tears filling my eyes once more and shout at the top of my lungs, "I'm not crazy!!!!" "Could have fooled me." An old man across the street mumbled. I don't care what he says, I'm not nuts. The smile on my face faded as I stood in the center of State Street, a look more like confusion growing over my features. Horrible pain drilled through my skull, sending me crumpling to the concrete. All was black. _____________________________________________ 12:23pm The light around me began to focus, pulling me from my unconscious state. I was upright, and crouching on a crate that overlooked what appeared to be a darkened Warehouse. "Where am I?" Taking a harder look, the breath in my throat caught for a moment, passing as quickly as it had come. I knew this place, I'd been here when I first came to Gotham.....to collect some things. Perhaps I should get my money back for the broken Ion gun, cheap thing busted into millions of pieces the second Batman knocked it from my hands. How is that durable? A movement on the South side of the lot caught my eye, quickly causing me to lay flatly on the surface of the wood. A figure emerged from the side of the building, Who is that? It looks like....it is! It is him. What the heck is he doing here? I leap from the crate, and silently make my way through more, hoping that there isn't some kind of security at this place, and that he hadn't seen me. I honestly didn't feel like being very strenuous right now, not when I had a splitting head ache and I hadn't a clue as to how I'd gotten here. I slide the mask back over my head, feeling a little more protected as I do so. He stopped for a minute, his head tilting back, almost as if he was....smelling the air. How strange. Continuing on after a few seconds of pause, he made his way towards the Warehouse. As he was swallowed into the darkness of the large entrance, I lurked closely behind, pondering if I should go in after him. What was he doing here? What was I doing here? I felt nauseous. I remained a good distance away, peering into the building and watching intently as he entered a far room, casually shutting the door. The read outs on my suit alert me to an electrical system running through the floor by the entrance. Must be some kind of security system... Well, I'll skip that. My gaze darts around nervously as I slink around the side, matching the most possible window option for the location of the room. The glass is partially cracked, and extremely dirty, but I can still make him out as I stand on my tip toes. This is just ridiculous. I was about to knock on the window, after all, he's probably got a good reason for being here, when it happened. By the time I'd gotten to the pane, he'd reduced himself to shorts and a small T-shirt, leaving clear view of most of his flesh. But now, his face jerked, and seemingly moved on it's own, the tan undertones of his skin losing it's color. "What the?" His chest convulsed, as his hands pressed against his face, holding in what sounded to be laughter. Something deep inside of me felt as if it were drowning in it's own fear. This was unreal, I'd never seen anything like it... A pressure on my back sent a violent jump through me, instantly replaced by rage when I realized it was only a cat using me as a rubbing post. "Scram." I turn back to the window, a horrible sinking feeling swirling in my throat. He was gone. Leaning hopefully towards the window, I look further inside. "I've been expecting you my dear." I jerk from fright, jumping away from the voice that had come from behind me. "Calm yourself Ten." His eyes struck me above everything else that was different, a crimson red resting proudly in each iris. "Who are you?" He smiled, four of his teeth proving to be much longer than the rest. "Please forgive me, my name is Cheshire." I plaster on a fake grin, "Like the cat?" A small chuckle emits from his neck, his left hand raising slowly in front of him. He brings it down, quickly striking a steel support bar attached to the building, afterwards smoothly retracting the claws that had emerged from his fingertips just moments before.. The smile remained on his face as the once sturdy beam fell from the wall, crashing loudly against the ground. I swallow very roughly, "I guess not..."