The sound of Bloody Mary's voice had always grated on Catalina's eardrums. That bitch who had put her through hell, tried to make her believe that she was<i>less</i>than human because she could not be trusted around people... Well, it was true, she supposed, that she could not be trusted. She had nothing but cruel intentions for her victims - but just because she used her song on someone, did not necessarily mean they were a victim. She adored to have a little fun sometimes; particularly when it meant seducing men<i>without</i>having to use her voice. Pfah, if that uptight bitch thought she was powerless without the use of her voice, she was severely mistaken. All it took was some tight pants, a low-cut shirt, and those plump, glossy lips twisting into a coy smile, and she could have all of the memories that she ever wanted.<br/><br/>This morning, however, she felt particularly irritated at the drill sergeant's wake-up call. So much so that when she stepped out of bed and found herself falling, Cat hardly had the time to be shocked, so pissed was she at her female counterpart. The words of her teachers went almost over her head - she was far too busy giving Blood Mary petulant looks during the little presentation - all but one. Ante, the one she<i>couldn't</i>have, the one that those other two freaks kept away from her. He was everything she hated about men - and everything she loved about breaking them. All throughout the little schpiel, the temptress shot him sly little looks from beneath her long, dark lashes, her lips curling into a coy grin, flashing those pointed canines whenever she got the chance. One of these days, she'd get her claws in him. Literally or figuratively, it didn't matter.<br/><br/>Of course, Catalina was less than pleased to be swooped away on some silver disk with far too many other women for her taste. As the thing zoomed through the air, her thigh-length raven-black hair blew in the wind like a black veil billowing out behind her. Dressed in a tight-fitting, long sleeved bodice of forest green, which scooped low enough to give everyone a generous view of her cleavage, and form-fitting black leather pants, as well as laced-up thigh-high boots, she probably wasn't in the most practical of wear - something that she became painfully aware of the moment she hit the water.<br/><br/>Images flashed through her mind, of a beautiful red-haired mermaid, of Barcelona, of the look on her father's face when she turned his brains to scrambled eggs; the water swirled around her, and suddenly the cold and salt didn't seem to matter anymore, because she was in her<i>element</i>. It was all too soon that she was tossed onto shore by a wave, and she had to breathe air again. For a moment, Cat just lay there, venom-green eyes staring up at the sky as she listened to the sound of her fellows bickering and sniveling about their predicament. The thought flashed through her mind that she barely knew any of these people because of her training, and that that might make this difficult. Well, if they didn't like her now, she would<i>make</i>them like her in the future...<br/><br/>Entirely ignoring the various attempts at leadership, she stood, adjusting her bodice as she did so. Green eyes flashed with mischief at the sight of the shower, and the note that was pinned to it. That predatory smile crept across her features, revealing her tiny fangs, and a light laughed bubbled up from her throat. She only briefly paused to observe Chiara practically send up a signal that revealed their location to everything in a few mile's radius, and rolled her eyes. Her boots were already carrying her towards the shower as her gaze scanned for every male in the group. If things went horribly wrong, she always had a backup - but unfortunately, the females seemed to outnumber the males in this case. Well, she would just have to "convince" them of her viewpoint, then - only if things went badly, of course.<br/><br/>Catalina flashed a dazzling smile in Full Metal's direction, even though she didn't listen to a word he said. Franz held little interest for her, but he would be an easy target, she expected, from what she had heard of his powers. Egos were rather simple to manipulate.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the shower, she shamelessly began to strip, entirely ignorant of everyone else's presence. Well, perhaps not entirely ignorant. The bodice fell to the ground, with no bra underneath to speak of - such garments had enough support on their own - as did the rest of her ensemble, leaving her in nothing but a scandalously thin black thong. She might as well give them a<i>little</i>to guess at, mightn't she? Seeing as the water was already running, she stepped underneath the shower and threw back her hair. Once again in water, once again in the Siren's element.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>