Thread: Who's Really Going Crazy Here? (Noodlesoup and Dysy)

Nurses' Notes Catherine Kitty Winters. Also goes by Kit. Her nickname came from her ability to slip through small areas due to her petite stature and small frame. Brown hair, hand-cut to shoulder length. Heterochromia - hazel right and blue left. Possible childhood injury to her left eye? Very agile on her feet and likely to bite strangers and those who make her uncomfortable. 25 years of age. Will be 26 in two days. Nails have been clipped short as a safety percaution, very intelligent but her grasp on reality seems limited. No blood relations alive. Two nurses dead at her hands. Kit rocked herself uneasily in the center of her room. To the tips of her toes, back onto her heels, it wasn't a nervous tick or anything - she was simply counting, and rocking kept her busy - she hated standing still. But, she had it down to a science of some sorts, they did this every month, where the rooms were evacuated and rotated and sometimes patients who were there yesterday... just weren't there anymore. She hadn't quite figured out where they went to but anywhere would be better than here. Pushing herself up onto the tips of her toes it was easy to understand how Kit got her name. She didn't stand flat footed like most people, but instead insisted on standing daintily on her toes. Her ankles, bruised and scarred from many fights against restraints and treatment, strained slightly under her weight as she peered around her empty room. To anyone it looked like any other patient room, she had been classified early as someone who wouldn't be allowed items out of the ward's reach, so her room remained plainly untouched. Her room only contained a bed and a simple lamp that remained chained to the drawer - but that was really all Kit needed to keep herself entertained. Dressed in her finest, complete in a white button up shirt, and white capri-pants with her name neatly stitched on the leg, Kit gathered her belongings - consisting of a few dainty dresses, her undergarments, and a necklace that Kit never wore but simply insisted on always keeping it with her. The last nurse that tried taking away the Prohibited Item returned home with a few bite marks in her arm as well as a bald patch where Kit snatched a good handful of hair from her. Kit barely remembered the incident but whenever it was brought up in conversation, all she could remember was how it made her feel and she felt tickled damn pink. Slinking into the line of patients that lined the white washed hallways Kit smiled cheerily to the onlooking nurses. Well Good Morning Miss Kitty, where do you think you're going? The way the nurse spoke to her mimicked that on how a mother spoke down to a child. Well - I'm free. Kit sighed as if she had been holding that line in her chest since she entered the hospital. Without another thought the nurse only nodded her head before dismissing the thought. She guessed not all 'impossible' patients really were impossible. --- Arriving at Vick's house - Kit simply undressed herself on the porch of Vick's home with no shame to baring her body to the few onlookers that were on their morning stroll. Tugging on a dandelion patterned dress Kit smoothed down the invisible creases before gathering up her things haphazardly into her suitcase and proceeding to knock. Leaning forward on her toes, Kits face was nearly pressed against the door as she waited for an answer.