xavier_institute_logs | Back into the World [OPEN]

WHO: Catherine Fujishima and [Open]
WHAT: A robot girl muses over what to do
WHERE: Throught Xavier Institute
WHEN: Backdated to Friday the 13th
WARNING(S): Brooding

It had been three days since Catherine had been off the island. The first two had been mostly medical check-ups and a psychological examination. The results were pretty consistent with anybody caught in the situation she had been through: malnutrition, state-induced depression, symptoms of post traumatic stress, and physical indications of acute stress. The medical examiner were particularly alarmed and intrigued by her prosthetic arms and legs, especially when she said told them it would hurt to remove them.

All throughout this, Catherine had been lost in her own world. She had forgotten how big the world was. True, the facility had removed all of her freedom, but there was also a consistency. Now, she had nothing. The light of the day, once a sign of liberation, was now a glaring eye reminding her that she had no idea what she was doing anymore, much less what to do next. The doctors, of course, told her that she was to stay put so that they could monitor her, but she refused. No, after her entire world being a very big room for three years the first thing she wanted was to explore.

Then she found out that the New England winter had been getting hit particularly hard. Not that this prevented her from wandering far more then what was probably healthy, of course.

She returned back toward the end of the day not out of some sense of desire to go back, but because the school had become some sense of comfort and familiarity. The school had ended and students was starting to filter out. Labrys stared as they did. Life really had continued without her, didn't it? A student even smiled and asked if she was a new student. Catherine was so unused to this that she could only flimsily shake her head 'no.' Thankfully another person pulled this student's attention away from her, and she was free to be lost within the sea of people once more.

With the students gone, the rooms had become free to wander into now as well. Timidly Catherine poked her head into a random one, not even noticing what type it was. Her attention was on the rows of (mostly) organized seats. Signs of use on all of them. Wear. Notes. Maybe a scorch mark or two... It was all familiar, and yet it was all a life she had left long ago.

She smiled at the notion and decided to try sitting in one of the desks. Her attention returned to the front and she imagined the teacher giving a lecture. She remembered getting so bored at these lessons that she would hold her hand up like... ah... yeah. Now her hands had been replaced by metal ones. Even the desk didn't seat her like her memories.

Could she go back? Was this where she was supposed to be? As she placed her head against the table she began to wonder. Just what was she supposed to do, now?

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Palutena grimaces rather noticeably.

"I have bad news for you. Anything involving the Sims has well....been terrible. You're probably better off sticking with the older games."

Catherine frown. "Gee... that's disappointing..."

Ah, but then she perked up a bit. "But I guess that means I didn't miss anything." Small relief?

"What's good these days, then?"

"I play Super Bash Sisters all the time."

Because, really, it was totally the best game. It was in, what? It's fourth iteration. It was hard to count sometimes.

"I used to play that, but I wasn't really too into the girl characters." She admitted. "I mean, Samus was alright, I guess... but she was too slow. And I'm not really a Sheik..."

"Is it better, now?"

"If you liked Samus, you should play Zero Suit Samus. She's a lot faster and really pretty to boot."

Not to mention really, really good. Not that Palutena played her for that reason, oh no.

Catherine raised her hands in front of her and did a quick arm-stretch. Which is kind of weird because there was the combination of cricking metal and bones popping in her torso.

"I think for right now I just need to move around. Playing games can come when I'm not feeling as restless."

A part of her felt that she had been kept for living too long that she didn't need that distraction. For right now.

"What if I told you where to find the common room and you could run there? I'll catch up with you when I get there."

No physical powers and she sat around watching anime and playing video games. Nope, she wasn't physically fit at all.

"Or we could just walk there."

"Like normal people."

"That too. But you seemed like you wanted to blow some energy."

"Maybe, but that's a little hard for me to do. I don't get tired easy because of these." She gives her legs a brief slap. "In some ways I'm kinda sittin' on these legs this whole time."

"If you wanted me to burn off my energy it would take about an hour."

Since they're just walking, then she's fine.

"What kind of exercises do you do?"

"These days the stuff I need to work on are my hips, my shoulders, my stomach, my chest, and my back. So, roll my shoulders, push-ups, sit-ups, squats, that sorta thing." She's not sure what to call the exercise for her hips, though... best approximation would be belly dancing.

"These things, though." She motioned to her arms. "Are kinda heavy. But after a while I got used to it."

"I'm sure you're incredibly strong though! If you wanted to, I bet you could carry me." And oh boy, how she'd like to have that tried.

"Hey, yeah! You know, I betcha I could even carry you to the commons room. Make you not have to worry about walking or anything!!"

"Would you like to give it a try?" It seemed like it would be impressively fun.

"No." Said as flatly and bluntly as she could muster.

"Not only no, but HELL no. I ain't gonna be your own personal horse. Walk your own damn self."

"Really?" Looking so incredibly disappointed right now!!

"...you're not seriously guilt tripping me into carrying you." Look so incredibly annoyed right now.

"Oh, I'll get over it but I was really feeling it for a moment." Totally and absolutely.

Catherine shot her a glare. "You know, you could go too far with the whole buggin' people thing."

She was seriously starting to get offended.

"Awwwww! If you're really mad, I'll be more than happy to make it up to you!"

That probably wasn't wanted at all.

She knows she shouldn't ask.

"...how?"

"I was kind of hoping you'd be able to answer that."

Alright, that was it. "Look, I don't know you, and if I'm honest, I'm not liking what I'm seeing. I mean, yeah, you seem like you act all nice, but you're also trying to play my emotions and get me to do stuff that is pretty humiliating."

"Even right now I'm starting to wonder if this whole trip wasn't just a way for you to get into my good graces so you can get under my skin later. If you're going to help me because I'm new, fine. But if you're just going to make a monkey out of me, then you can just buzz off."

"I'm plenty capable of doing things on my own."

Edited 2015-02-22 02:58 (UTC)

"I'm sorry, really. I'm just....not very good at this."

Which she really wasn't. This was the just first time anyone has ever called her out for it and now she felt pretty bad. She didn't really jive with intentionally hurting people's feelings or making them feel bad but it really wasn't everyone's thing.

"I'm serious when I say I want to make it up to you>'

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