<strong>From the Crossroads back onto the Campus</strong><br/><br/><strong>Natassja</strong><br/>(https://41.media.tumblr.com/c4f0b24bf735a20ebd3becce7c8d6e30/tumblr_nm50ffwvOH1r2zs3eo1_540.jpg)<br/><br/>Natassja strolled back through the woods.  She often times took walks and went wherever she pleased.  Being here... tied to one location... it was so foreign to the young woman.  The world had been her playpen before... or at least the whole of the East Coast.  She tasted apples in Vermont.  Saw the sky afire during a sunset in Maine.  Lost herself amid the ruins of St. Augustine.  There was a wholeness to such a life.  Traveling with the seasons and always searching for the horizon for someplace new.  It was like living within the ephemereal manifestation of freedom.  Now she found herself on a leash, which she would never appreciate.<br/><br/>Carefully she stalked through the gardens, using the trees and statuary as cover to hide from the Sisters as they passed about doing thier duties.  She was completely dolled up in Sin... as the Sisters would call it.  Her make up, her hiked up dress, the spiked collar and other leather accessories.  If she was seen she would be corporeally punished.  She couldnt afford such high emotions... she might lash out... again.<br/><br/>Taking a few steps, she gazed above herself to see how the trees aligned with the roofline.  Kicking off her boots, she tied the shoelaces together and threw them over her neak.  Demurely she circled one of the trees, glancing about herself a few times to make sure Natassja was unobserved.  Taking a  few steps back barefooted in only her fishnet stalkings, she sprinted forward and threw herself up into the air, catcthing herself on the lowest branch.  She had always been acrobatic.  She had been a performer for the fairs she had been performing at for as long as she could remember.  Easily she threw her legs around the tree and then began crawling along it upside down until she was over the roofline where the residences were.<br/><br/>Smiling widely, always elated when she got to use her prowess, she gave a pixie-like laugh before dropping her legs down below her.  She swung for a few seconds as she gazed about herself watching a couple of Sisters walk by talking about the day's devotional.  Satisfied they had moved on, she dropped down into a practiced shoulder roll before comming up on her knee almost completely silently.  Tilting her head, Natassja gazed about attentively, checking for activity before slowly coming up toward one of the windows she used most often for her various break ins... and outs.<br/><br/>While she had a couple of moments, she lingered outside the window squatted low with her boots still tied up around her neak.  She was safe from being seen, with her back against the wall.  She could see in easily enough, though.  Touching along the window frame, she found her secret stash by touch alone.  Pulling out a plastic bag of hand rolled clove cigarettes, she slipped one to her black lined lips.  Lighting it up behind her hand, she puffed a few times as she put the rest away.  Natassja purred to herself as she enjoyed the scented smoke in solitude.