Into The Drink

"WHAT THE HECK!!!" her voice raised to unprecidented levels when the friendly fellow who had been welcoming her scooped her up in such a way that she couldn't fight him.

The half feline was squirming as hard as she could, but was not making any progress, when she saw a rather large body of water. The fellow grinned at her. "It's tradition that new arrivals get tossed in the drink." he said cheerfully, though Ora was starting to wonder if he just wanted an excuse to have his grubby mits around her waist.

"You better not throw me in there.." she warned, stopping squirming now, her voice deathly calm. "I will hurt you. Very badly." she was completely serious, but when he didn't seem to think she could, she started squirming again.

Moments later, she felt herself flying through the air, and suddenly getting submerged in water. She used her super speed ability to swim quickly to shore and pull herself out of the water. She looked immensely perturbed as she glared at the laughing fool.

She was soaked. Her hair clung to her head, as her clothes clung to her body, and she was uncomfortable now. She hated water. Really, really hated water.

When she stood, she could feel the guy's eyes on her, and it annoyed her. She was seething. In a split second or two, she was directly in front of the man who had gotten her wet. "Take a picture. It'll last longer." And then he was on the ground, with her knee on his chest.

"I warned you." she growled, standing again. The movement she made, however, was coupled with a slight kick, which sent the guy spinning onto his face. He scrambled up onto his feet, looking a little afraid. "Now GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CREEP!" she hollered, pointing venomously.

When the fellow took off, she spun around, feeling another set of eyes on her. And then all of her anger and whatever else melted away in a smile. "Mike!" she said in an almost excited manner, though she was slightly self-concious about how she looked at the moment.

Ora accepted the shirt from Mike, and slipped it over her soaking body thankfully. "Well..." she leaned down and gave Mike a hug. "I missed you." she said simply, smiling at him.

Then she made a face, pulling back from him. "And right now, no, it's not so good. I absolutely hate being wet." she shook her head, sending droplets of water every which way.

"I just needed some time to calm down. Get my bearings on all the new stuff." she smiled at him again. "I think I'm ready for an adventure." she added, grinng devilishly, before planting her soggy self in Mike's lap. "If you'll take me on one." she quirked an eyebrow at him.

Ora obediantly followed Mike up to his room and took the clothes that he offered to her. She started towards the bathroom, but couldn't resist quipping, "Some people might differ with you on that one." she said with a straight face, before turning and laughing.

She disappeared into the bathroom, and emerged again a few minutes later. The shirt was rather baggy on her, and one hand held the pants so that they didn't slip off of her hips. She grinned at him. "Ehh.. Do you have a belt, or am I going ot have to be like those weird gangsters and wear my pants around my knees?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side.

Her hair was dryer now, apparent that she'd borrowed one of his towels. It was curling slightly with the damp though, and she still looked a little soggy.

Ora buckled the belt around her to keep the large pants on her hips and grinned at him. "Well I was definately not liking being alone. But..ehh.." she rubbed her barcode. "I had to get away from my appartment. I think Whyte was suspecting I lived there." she sat down. "Clara's taken over my appartment. She promised she'd send my clothes, but she hasn't gotten around to it yet." she pouted and sat on the foot of Mike's bed.

"And then I started thinking about you, and how if I ran, I'd never see you again.." she frowned, "So I decided I'd come and find you." she leaned tentatively against the footboard of his bed.