<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/KPAv.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Katherine "Kitty" Anne Pryde<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Shadowcat<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 3 | Room 2<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Light Purple Blouse | Black Knee-Length Skirt | Black Flats<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 2nd | Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur | Brandt | Dani | Jean | Ri'Staraa | Scott | Stephen | Victor<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Cassie | Erik | Logan | Megan | Zoe<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty was never really the type to just speak up, never the center of attention. A wallflower might have been a bit too much of a hyperbole but, when it came to interacting with strangers,<em>especially</em>strangers like this, she felt like she could just sink in the floor. Quite literally, actually. It seemed just much easier to stand back and listen as the more outgoing of the students spoke, first impressions already forming of who she was going to be spending the majority, if not the entirety, of her time with at the A.C.E. Facility.<br/><br/>There was<strong>Stephen</strong>. While he had not exactly come across as the friendliest person in the room – the awkwardness of leaving her hand held up almost made her wince again – hearing more about what he was all about made her look at the young man in a different perspective. Dreams of shadowy creatures and prophetic whispers sounded more like nightmares to be fair and, hey, if she was plagued by that stuff constantly, Kitty was sure that she might come across as a little out of it at times herself. Call her jumpy but his talk of evil doppelgängers did cause her to look over her shoulder, surprised for a moment before she realized that it was just Erik's shadow hopping about.<br/><br/>What did<strong>Crowley</strong>call it...Charlie? That sounded right. While that was an interesting ability to have, she wondered what made SHIELD decide on recruiting the teen. There was definitely more than met the eye when it came to that guy. Especially since he had kept his glasses on, just like Scott, throughout the entire time despite them being indoors.<br/><br/><strong>Brandt</strong>was another interesting one. If Strange had been stoic, the girl in the olive sweater might as well had been a rock. When she spoke of her past training, of striking a balance within one self, of Napoleon's mastery on the battlefield...yeah. She seemed more like the type that this agency would be looking for. A fighter. Not just that. A<em>trained</em>fighter, with extraordinary skills to boot. It would be interesting to see her go up against some of these veteran soldiers, at least in hand-to-hand combat. While Kitty wasn't the betting type she would likely put her chips in the girl's corner. Maybe not<strong>Cassie</strong>or<strong>Megan</strong>though. Not until she knew what they could do. The former had spoke about something called Pym Particles – what? – and the latter obviously had a pair of beautiful wings but, from the way they were talking, they seemed more like her. Kids. Just shy, nervous, awkward teens being thrown into this place in order to one day save the world. No pressure, huh?<br/><br/>While<strong>Scott</strong>had been one of the first few people she had seen after going into her dormitories, the two of them being on the same floor, the boy standing next to him was still an enigma.<strong>Ri</strong>looked exotic and, while he didn't say much, the smile on his face made him come across as affable enough. Unless that was a smirk. It was really hard to tell sometimes.<br/><br/>Still, as everyone crowded around the male in the red-visor except for Cassie and Megan who went off to go talk to Erik, she had to give a little grin. They seemed to all be curious about what Summers could actually do, some asking directly while others poked light fun at his choice of eye-wear. While he never did really show what he was capable of directly, her neighbor in the dorms seemed to be taking it all well, even cracking a joke about Tony Stark in the process. He had met Iron Man!?<em>The</em>Iron Man? Kitty wanted to know more but it was then that<strong>Jean</strong>decided to finally make it clear why she was part of the A.C.E. Program.<br/><br/>Jean Grey had struck her as one of the more...normal people in the academy. While many had shown their physical strength through their musculature or rebellious nature through the vibe they gave off – she didn't even know where to start on<strong>the two that had seem to have snuck away</strong>– the redhead was petite with an outward appearance that didn't exactly scream extraordinary. If Katherine had run into the fellow student at her past High School, she wouldn't have even looked twice considering how much Jean could fit in. Yet, as the green eyes focused and the hand raised, various plates beginning to float in the air, she had to admit that it was a little intimidating. Such power in a person who seemed so ordinary on the outside...The revelation that she was a telepath didn't really help quell her sudden nervousness around the teen. That meant that she could read minds, right? Like her mind? Right now, right this second?<br/><br/>While attempting to think happy thoughts,<em>any</em>thoughts other than the apprehension of what Jean could possibly do, she found herself calming down through an interesting source.<strong>Arthur Taylor</strong>. He was right, really. What did they have to be ashamed of? Just because Grey could read minds didn't mean that she would actively do so. It wasn't like the girl seemed the type to take advantage of a gift like that, to pry without asking. Nodding along with the British fellow, Katherine's doubts were cast aside for the time being. They were all in this together and, if anything, she would probably be thanking SHIELD for bringing on someone like Jean. Nothing to be ashamed of...<br/><br/>Speaking up for the first time in a long time, Katherine turned to the nearby<strong>Danielle</strong>and<strong>Victor</strong>, giving them a small shrug. It wasn't one of giving in but rather acceptance. “I suppose I should go next, huh?” Putting on a brave and reassuring smile, mostly to quell her own apprehension at doing this – especially on purpose – she stepped forward and got everyone's attention. “Um...hey guys. Most of you probably already know me by name.” Brown eyes darted from face to face. The spotlight was definitely not a place she was used to being in. She cleared her throat. “But to those that don't, I'm Kitty. And...” Delicately picking up one of the plates that had just been lifted into the air moments ago, she held it up in front of her vertically.<br/><br/>“This is what I can do.” Her free hand moved forward, slow and steady and she willed it not to shake. Shake as much anyways. Taking in a deep breath and holding it, she felt her fingertips touch the ceramic...and slowly slide through the middle, emerging from the other side. Her fingers stretched for a moment, closing into a tiny fist before she retracted it back through where it came, finally exhaling. Phew. It was over. The rest was up to the rest of them now. “I...um...I can go through walls too. Sometimes.” There was a pause. Could someone just say something? She felt like a deer in the headlights. Attempting to lighten the mood, she forced the smile. “I've<em>phased</em>– that's what the SHIELD people over there called it – right through my bed a couple of times by accident. Gives waking up underneath the covers a whole new meaning, huh?”<br/><br/>She chuckled, mostly aimed at herself than anything, slinking back to standing with Dani and Victor. While they haven't spoken much, it was more words than she had shared with the rest and, hey, they all seemed like nice people. Plus, Katherine couldn't help but notice that the latter made a nice human-shield if she wanted to hide. That was always a plus.