<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uW77NJF.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name:</strong>Kindle<br/><strong>Real Name:</strong>Kenna Cochran<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pulse Nightclub<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 9th of September (2019) - 10 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cavalry<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Unsure of how she feels<br/><strong>Wearing:</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://i.imgur.com/2kbBzUo.jpg)(http://d1nr5wevwcuzuv.cloudfront.net/product_photos/52258415/TB1htFORFXXXXcsaXXXXXXXXXXX_!!0-item_pic_original.jpg) (http://www.pinkfairytale.net/images/bb/Hundreds-of-Specials-Barton-Perreira-Sunglasses-Womens-Sunglasses-Winette-TwoT93067842.jpg)</div></div><hr/>Kenna couldn't help but feel like she was just being treated nicely to make her feel better about her situation. Her eyes weren't beautiful, they scared people. Her own mother had called her a demon, using it as an excuse as to why Kenna needed to not return home with them. Parents shielded their children from her and men called her a succubus. It was why she hid her eyes as much as she did, not liking attention to be called to them. And now, here was a fellow mutant saying she could get any guy she wanted as if it were that easy. It was frustrating! He didn't know what it was like to look different from everyone else. He was blessed with a perfect body and perfect skin and here she was with the eyes of the devil and her skin as pale as a ghost. The whole conversation made her uncomfortable, but she didn't dare say anything about it. She simply forced a smile, nodding at his words and adding in a quiet "It's what I'm comfortable with for now."<br/><br/>Eric was so very talkative and so forward that she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. She didn't know how to respond to his questions or his confessions about wanting to be with her. Her heart was beginning to race as anxiety began to settle in. Her skin began to heat up beyond her normal range of 102-104°F, of which he would surely be able to feel against his hand and even just by being close to her as he spoke beside her ear.<br/><br/>The thought of becoming attached to someone was something that was truly terrifying to her, which was why she settled for her far less than fulfilling sex life. Trusting someone to stay with her was not something she was able to do since being abandoned by her own parents. She couldn't even trust any friends enough to tell them what had happened to her or the fact that she was an orphan. She simply allowed people to believe what they wanted to about her past and didn't correct them about it.<br/><br/>"I think I need a stronger drink," she thought out loud, unable to say anything in response to what he had just confessed to her. She wanted to be nice, but he was truly throwing her off balance at the moment. Quickly, she downed the rest of her drink before setting the empty glass on the bar. "I'm gonna go get some fresh air real quick," she mentioned after noticing her hand was melting the ice in her glass fairly quickly. "I'm just... I'm gonna go outside for just a minute. I'm just... I'm having a minor issue," she told him, hoping he understood that she wasn't just trying to get away from him. She needed to get herself under control before she hurt someone or burned the whole place down.<br/><br/>With a hand over her heart, trying to soothe her own emotional state, she quickly walked through the club, careful not to bump into anyone on the way out and left through the front door. She didn't stay in the front, though. Once outside, she ran over to the alleyway between Pulse and the building next door. Once she had walked far enough to be in the shadows, she took off her sunglasses and leaned back against the brick wall.<br/><br/>"Don't lose control. Everything's fine. No one's here to hurt you. It's all in your head. It's all in your head," she told herself as she pulled herself from the wall and moved to the opposite one, unable to stay still.