GRACE POTTER
LOCATION: The basement lounge
Interaction: @sirena (ALEX) @Damo021 (Aaliyah) Grace watched with a fixed curiosity as the Professor talked Loki and Taylor gripped his scruff, fighting the terrified panther to the ground. The next thing that happened nearly made Grace vomit. The way the bones contorted and stuck out as Loki tried to shift back to a human and the loud cracking noise as they shifted back and forth. With a sudden jolt, the panther seemed to reappear and collapse onto the ground, unconscious.
Thinking that someone should check on Sophie after this entire fiasco, Grace turned to the door in time to see Raylan duck out. She cocked her head to the side and wondered where he was sneaking off to. Hearing Alex ask about the panther, Grace turned back to her and shook her head slightly.
“Actually...That’s one of our classmates. His name is Loki and he shape shifts, for lack of a better word. He got freaked out by a fire and went completely feral. They were trying to stop him, and well, you saw how that panned out.”With a small shrug, Grace turned to head out the door and nearly ran into Aaliyah.
“Geez!” she said and jumped slightly when she noticed her. Laughing at herself, she smirked at the girl before her.
“So, you missed a kick ass class today. It was a regular three ring circus, you should be jealous that you missed it. We had super strong man, two psychics, a shape shifter, bao the wind dancer and a few others.”Grace turned back to Loki.
“He got spooked and they tried to calm him down, but he got stuck mid shift. It was totally wicked and gruesome. I think the pain was too much and he passed out though,” she explained the situation to Aaliyah and pressed her back against the wall.
Taking one final look around the room, she took a step back and pulled the door open.
“I’m going to head out. I’ve had enough fun today. You should check with the professor because he assigned teams,” she called as she headed back up to the ground level. Being inside alone was enough to make her itch with anxiety, but knowing that she was underground made it ten times worse. Outside was where she always wanted to be, it made her feel less caged in.
She made a pit stop by her room and grabbed her sketch pad and a few charcoal pieces before heading outside onto the grounds. Her spot was just outside the courtyard garden, in a tall oak tree. Spreading her wings around her, she pushed herself off the ground and up onto a large branch. Bracing her back against the large trunk, she pulled out her pad and took a deep breath, trying to figure out what she wanted to sketch.
It wasn’t hard for her to think of something. Grace let the charcoal glide across the page as she started with her idea. After a few moments, the image took shape. A terrified panther stood in the corner, his eyes flashing between fear and rage. She used the charcoal like a master, creating different dimensions on the page. Grace lost herself in her work, trying to figure out if she was happy with the way things had turned out for her so far or not.