<span style="font-family:Palanquin">She was always lost in wondering. Is a small freedom really a freedom? She had this aching feeling in the back of her mind that her father would’ve told her that there is only one kind of freedom and it cannot be restricted, shrunken or altered at all. It is a gift that either comes as it is or not at all. Despite that, though, Jinora found that she had been given some “small freedoms” on this particular venture. She knew that it wasn’t real freedom. Either someone was tailing her or they had something built into the system so that they wouldn’t lose her; they couldn’t afford to lose her, after all. Her eyes were their prize. <br/>
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“They” were called W.I.N.T.E.R. Jinora was still trying to figure out what each letter stood for, and it was a difficult process to work through because they were more guarded around the base facility than they ever were anywhere else - and that was where the answers would be. Outside the base facility, though, Jinora could wander sometimes… like now. <br/>
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It wasn’t meant to be aimless wandering, obviously. Jinora was meant to be looking for them just as all the others were. Mutants, supernaturals, individuals of rare oddities… all of them were sought out by the organization without care or consideration and she’d seen what became of the ones that they caught. They’d even gone so far as to make her watch so that she knew what sort of treatment awaited her when they finally got the answers to the secrets behind her eyes; in short, Jinora’s life was on a timeline and she had no concept of when that timeline ended. Time could only be assumed because even she didn’t know what they were still trying to learn. <br/>
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She wanted to hope that the secrets died with her father. <br/>
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Nonetheless, because she knew the fate of those that were captured, she wasn’t really intent on actually looking for any of them now. Jinora couldn’t bare the thought of being the one to turn someone over to them, to knowing she’d given them that fate, and she was sure they were watching… somehow. They had to be. Thus, she still had to <i>look</i> like she was trying. <br/>
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Reality was that she was trying not to find anyone special. Instead, she simply soaked in the city and explored everything that there was to see. After all, the last time she’d been within the city limits of Chicago, she hadn’t been able to see it at all. It was one thing she could thank her father for and as she found her way into Millennium Park, she whispered it into the soft breeze on the air. “Thanks, Dad.” Afterwards she was shaking her head, trying to clear her vision from the phantom image of her father. He was dead. She would never see him again and sometimes it was hard to accept that. <br/>
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It was only seconds after that that her senses warned her that she wasn’t alone. Her head shifted swiftly and she found herself gazing into the eyes of someone unfamiliar to her. That wasn’t something that lasted for long, though. The mechanics in her eyes shifted, taking in his full image and downloading a general database on him. He was a mutant. He was a mutant and Jinora wasn’t capable of unseeing that piece of information. She tried to clear it from her mind, from her eyes, from her senses that identified him, but she couldn’t. And to make things worse, he seemed oblivious to what she was. <br/>
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Walking towards him, she was shaking her head as if to say no. But she was walking towards him… which made it seem like a yes. <br/>
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“You… you really don’t want to be with me. It… it would only make your morning worse.” She said it, but she didn’t sound like she meant it. Truthfully, Jinora was desperate for company, for someone who might be able to understand her. The last two things she wanted were exact opposites: she didn’t want him to get turned over, and she also didn’t want to send him away. There didn’t seem to be a safe option.</span>