<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/1*1mdsgMNCnsyEQgx9UP4ZQw.jpeg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Cailyn McInnis<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Midnight Angel<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Party<br/><strong>Outfit</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://photo.venus.com/im/18156722.jpg?preset=pl-hero)<br/></div></div><br/>The party was well under way when her sandaled feet touched the earth.  Gold and red tendrils snaked around her feet and then up her legs.  Small charms as hearts and smiling faces dangled from the material each shimmering in flight and with each step.  Caitlyn felt her mouth turn dry when she took a first look at the gathering of people.  From above the affair had seemed so abstract, like watching something on television.  Now that she was on the ground and surrounded by the party goers did she feel the first pangs of regret and trepidation.  Suddenly she became very conscious of the black sinew that formed her right arm.  All too real were the thoughts of how hideous she had become with flesh and metal becoming one.  Unconscious she reached up to touch the dress she wore and the sleeve protector beneath to ensure that the scars and metals were hidden.<br/><br/>A hard swallow was taken and that hand instead drifted up to adjust the blonde waves of hair.  Flight was too convenient to not use, not too much more fun than driving, so she simply adjusted her hair for the inevitable.  Once more she forced herself to smile, allowing the effort to rise upward to her eyes.  There was a genuine sparkle there as she indulged the old self that had enjoyed such activities.  That child still working its way inside her broken body.  This could be fun she reassured herself while taking her first steps into the enclosure.  A drink was not long from her hand.  Liquid confidence that helped wage war against the shock of her new embellishments.  Already the software inside her eyes was targeting people's faces, running recognition software and providing snippet details of each.  Much was simply name, listed height and weight alongside distinguishing features.  Those more noted might have a list of powers or job titles beside their name.  Caitlyn knew the eyes were programmed in this way but the effect on such a large audience was jarring enough she nearly took her first glass in one gulp.<br/><br/>If she kept up such a speed the night would be lost pretty quickly.  Already she felt the rush of liquor in her mind and through her body.  A warmth spread that would be continued with another drink.  Eyes lit on the dance floor.  There was a flash of red inside those eyes to mar the classic beauty found there.  She scanned the crowd while the software dissected the scene.  Another sip made her confident enough to venture out into the waters of humanity.  A strong chin lifted with a touch of natural arrogance and artificial confidence as she pressed forward.  The tie-dye dress clung to her slender frame flowing from white at her top to purple at her full thighs.<br/><br/>A shot passed between her lips.  With only a touch of effort she slipped the shot glass onto another while her original drink was still held in her original hand.  The music pulsed into her body and she let the rhythm echo through and out of her.  Then she bent and flowed with the masses around her.  She let herself become lost inside the music, shifting and weaving her body to become herself but also lost among the many.<br/>