<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/>What had happened to Rahne had weighed heavily on Kitty's mind. Even after snapping the collar, Rahne had disappeared, and Kitty had thought it prudent just to let her go. At least she was free of the infernal contraptions that bullies had placed upon her. Just the thought of what had happened...especially in a place where they were all supposed to be safe...it made Kitty's blood boil.<br/><br/>How could people be so evil? It grinder on her something fierce. Mutants in this place were not supposed to turn on each other. They were all in a situation together, regardless of their ideologies. That some people just didn't seem to get that drove Kitty even more crazy. Sure, Rahne didn't like that she was a mutant, but it was still something she couldn't help, any more than being born female. Kitty just hoped someday that Rahne could understand.<br/><br/>She had seen Rahne head to the library almost an hour earlier, but had opted not to chase after her. After all, Rahne had seemed to want some alone time. Kitty could relate. Sometimes one just had to be left alone with their thoughts, and to wrestle with their personal demons. Still, an hour later, Kitty found herself slipping into the library, and shifting around...and not through...the bookshelves, finally finding the reclusive woman.<br/><br/>Kitty had made sure to make at least a little noise as she came into view, not wanting to completely startle Rahne. Plucking down a random book...she honestly didn't know which one just yet...she would approach the table, a small smile upon her lips. "Hey Rahne...you doing okay?" It was honestly hard to get a read upon Rahne. For now, she would walk on eggshells, and perhaps soon after move to her normal easy-going self that people seeemed to enjoy.