<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jerome Manson CLOSED<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Hall --- Room # 32<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th, before noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br/><hr/><br/>Sitting down in a chair Kat looked a little distant as she tapped her chin in thought, trying to think about her invitation as she watched the water running in the tub for a moment. She struggled to think back to the night as she had been in a very bad shape at the time and her best friend had been trying to cheer her up. “It is hard to remember,” She admitted, though not mentioning why. He could assume because of the break up, but she imaged it was only half of it at the time to her. She had lost as job because of him; he had not made her life easy since the break-up.<br/><br/>“She said that she was going to take me out on vacation for my birthday, somewhere were my worries could be washed away. Something about making new memories and meeting new people. Though as I have told you, you are one of the first people to talk to me. Then again, I did kinda run into you.” She said, blushing as she turned to look at him and paused staring at his chest as she took in a deep breath and bit her lower lip.<br/><br/>She had never been able to sit in one profession, but she understood a bit of what he was. She had been in dancing, singing, acting, and sports since she was little. Her parents had always made sure she was well rounded and because of it she could never stay in one profession when she grew up. She had several degrees that did not go together in many ways, but all led back to theater. As she stared at him she stood up and walked up to him, her eyes sliding up slowly to his eyes as she reached out and touched his shoulder staring up at him.<br/><br/>“I was one of the understudies for her,” She did not say the woman, the one whom had spited their names,” do you still remember the crowded ballroom scene where you had to dance in small vicinity?” She watched him, offering her other hand to him. “I never got to practice with you; will you do me the honor?” She asked, smiling at him, knowing they had a little bit of time for the hot tub. She wanted to apologize to him again, but she felt words were not right. She had seen it in him on the stage when she stood as a stage hand even, and he understood something that was beyond her. Even as a dancer, he understood something she could not reach because he was one with it in a way a woman like her, whom could not sit still in her love of her work, could not quiet touch.<br/>