<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo2ahZeOfSc/VrjTjANA_3I/AAAAAAAAyOw/YaMFW9WDKjM/s1600-r/12688187_1059428557411333_305073398904424773_n.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name:</strong> Piotr Rasputin | Colossus<br/><strong>Location:</strong> First floor of the Mansion<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Sept. 5th, 08:00<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Vodka chases away nightmares, food chases away hungry bellies</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"> When he called her beautiful, he noticed Kitty's cheeks turning a rosy pink. It made him look away for just a moment and scratch the back of his head. Why was he suddenly so damn nervous? She took the cup, which was more like a mug...filled to the brim...with premium grade homebrewed vodka. Piotr was from the Motherland. When he drank, he drank the right way. He'd never be able to look at his comrades back home in the eye if he didn't keep up tradition while he was gone. <br/><br/>He watched her take a few sips, and he knew the exact moment when the vodka started to burn down the back of her throat. He could see the flinch that happened to basically everyone who didn't grow up drinking the stuff. He took the cup back, and was already sipping calmly before her joke. "You would think that, but Russians found a way to make it work," he chuckled. He sighed when she brought up Salvation again, and could only nod his head. Not in complete agreement, but more than enough. And the one point he disagreed on, was a point of pride that he wanted Kitty to understand.<br/><br/> He sighed, and followed her to the ground, scooching around so his bicep was pressed into her shoulder and they sat side by side. "He is a very real threat to our race. But he is not the problem, only the instrument of the corrupted system which oppresses us. Still, given the chance I would <em>break</em> him. I do disagree with you on one thing though, Katya," he said as he took her hand on the spur of the moment. "I love my powers. Without them, my sister would be dead. And my family might have starved. And I have helped so many people with them.<br/><br/> <em>Never</em> be ashamed of what you are, because you are persecuted for it. The people fear what they don't understand. And mutants like Magneto haven't made our struggle any easier. But never be ashamed." He sighed, and took another sip before holding the cup out again. She looked like she could use a drink. "You are correct though. We are in a gilded cage. We have everything we could ever want here...except freedom. And to live in the world unregistered is to be treated as a terrorist for simply <em>being</em>. She said she was depressed, and he completely understood. "Would misery like some company?"<br/></span><br/>