<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/sites/default/files/2013/02/ellen_page_headshot_a_p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pryde | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room, heading to the dining room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Attempting to bridge a gap, take two<br/><hr/><br/>Her head tilted to the side as she listened to Rahne downtalk herself. Unfortunately for the meek redhead, that just wasn't going to fly with Kitty. A sigh escaped her lips as she leveled an almost parental gaze at the girl, her lips tugging down into a slight frown. "See, Rahne....that shit just ain't gonna fly. You are beautiful, and you don't even see it."<br/><br/>Before Rahne could say a word, the phone was lifted up, camera flipped on, and a quick picture was taken. The picture was left up, and the phone set down on the table once again. "I don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, someone beat you. Maybe not physically, but they definitely did a number on you. Hollywood beautiful? Who the hell around here is Hollywood beautiful! Sure, some girls may try to be, but please....somewhere, someone's ass is too big, or too small. Or their hair isn't shiny enough, or their teeth are a tiny bit crooked."<br/><br/>"You Rahne..." she pointed to the picture, hoping to get the redhead to look at it. "Are uniquely beautiful. You have gorgeous, expressive eyes. A natural hair color that many women pay hundreds of dollars for. Your nose is pixie cute, you have soft lips that any guy would<em>die</em>to kiss. The only problem that<em>I</em>can see, is you lack confidence. And while I can talk you up for ages....there is only one thing that will get you that confidence. Belief in yourself."<br/><br/>So as not to horrify Rahne any further, the picture was deleted. Kitty wasn't one for giving heart attacks, after all. "So....here's the deal. I'm going to set up a date for you and me to go to see 'The Wallflower'. And you aren't allowed to say that I don't have to...starting now. You also have to promise that you won't downtalk yourself around me anymore. Deal?"<br/><br/>Kitty leaned in, a grin crossing her lips. "Oh, and for the record. We're mutants. There is never going to be a time in the foreseeable future that we aren't going to be getting into some sort of trouble. Hell, I'm supposed to be going on my first mission with the X-men soon. That just reeks of trouble."