<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>January 10th - 3am</strong></span><br/><em>Outside Cathedral</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/N9G0huQ.jpg?1)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>CJ SANTORO (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15320931#msg15320931)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Basically this (https://i.imgur.com/NktbZqG.jpg) and dragging this monster (https://www.shopmyexchange.com/products/images/xlarge/6154847_2041.jpg)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Arriving at the Cathedral<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Eric Martin<br/><hr/><br/>Right after the war - she didn’t think about the path’s not taken much. She was wrapped up in projects and people. In helping those without powers clean up the aftermath. Teaching the small pockets of people without a trained medical professional what to do when someone was hurt and thinking on their feet could mean life or death.<br/><br/>Sometimes she forgets that most people don’t heal the way she does, and forgets to take extra precautions when leading them into questionable situations. Other times, she finds it impossible to stop herself from thinking about how fragile everyone is in comparison. She’s frustrated often, and lonely during the long stretches of the night when she can’t sleep and has no one to help distract her from dark thoughts, and the occasional nightmare.<br/><br/>Months after the war is when she can’t stop thinking about the little things. The way Kaine’s expression softened when they shared his cot and spent the night whispering stories to each other. The way the light brightened those hazel eyes when he talked about Cathedral. The sound of her best friend Adam’s laughter when she did something stupid, and still managed to come out on top. Those memories stick a little longer each time and make her want nothing more than to see their faces.<br/><br/>It isn’t long before she decides it’s time to move on. CJ promises to check up on the friends she’s made when she can and packs her duffle - which is half her size and worn - with the stuff she tells herself she absolutely can’t live without. The journey to Cathedral is a long one, and she has to do most of it on foot. The earth had become one hot hellish stretch of sweaty days and dark unforgiving nights.<br/><br/>Eventually, she finds herself squinting at a house-shaped structure ahead, and it couldn’t have come at a more perfect moment. She is tired, and dirty, and fed up with carrying the ugly green duffle across her back. When she is close enough to take in the details - well, detail is a strong word - it’s 3 am and still dark, but she can make out the general shape of the three-story mansion a lot better.<br/><br/><em>So, this is the Cathedral. </em><br/><br/>Her lips quirked upward into a small smirk. The way Kaine had talked it up, she’d almost expected something on par with the X-mansion from the movies. But, even though it hadn’t lived up to her late-night fantasies, she wasn’t disappointed. The past year had been a long nomadic existence for her, and this was a chance to maybe just stay put for a little while. It might not be forever, but there were things here that she’d like to chance to explore.<br/><br/>Meeting her sister. Finding out if Kaine made it back home ok. Learning more about her own abilities, testing them in an environment that could provide challenges and help her grow. But, none of that would happen unless she dragged her ass up to the damn house and made her presence known. Giving up on carrying her duffle across her body, CJ let the heavy thing plop to the ground, wrapped the strap around her wrist and pulled it along behind her as she went in search of the front door, or if lady luck was smiling on her, some kind of light source that would indicate that someone was awake at this ungodly hour.<br/>