is box for sleeping

[Humphries]

Humphries had curled himself up into a box, shifting around the various food items that filled up part of it. He'd outright gotten rid of a few of them, leaving them scattered around the floor of the cafeteria. Well, it wasn't as if he'd strewn them all across the floor: he simply kicked them out, so there was a small pile of good near the edge where Humphries lay curled up in his box, slumbering soundly, one paw over his ear and bow.

At least, he had been sleeping. Then he found his entire bed moving. Humphries jerked up, turning his head to look around. Blinking, he let out a long, plaintive meow and extended a hand out, slapping about to try and hit whoever or whatever had foolishly decided to move his sleeping box about, even if it was a box of food that was where it shouldn't be in the cafeteria.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

She didn't like animals much other than eating them. They were messy. They either smelled like shit or they smelled like food. So she tended to stay away from them unless she felt the undenying need to silence them. But sadly they were often ideal canidates for art, and she knew disgustingly cute kitty pictures sold like hot cakes. And art supplies were not cheap.

Settling in to draw the stupid cat in a food box she realized the light wasn't right. So she stood and moved about six times around the box. There were multiple sketches but none were right. The lightning in this wretched place was just horrible. The setting of the box was perfect. The various dumped out bits of food just added to the supposed cuteness. According to her clients' demands this was what they associated with cute.

"That's it. I'll draw the background from memory." Lavinia stormed over to the box and lifted it up marching off to find light. It made a noise which she easily ignored. The sound of an animal in distress never bothered her before it wouldn't stop her now. A paw batting her made her glance down but she didn't stop. "You don't have to be alive for this. Sit nice, putty kat, and you get to eat cat nip later."

[Humphries]

Just what the...

Well, that was a somewhat terrifying thing to behold. Humphries blinked as he looked up at the.... "person" holding his box. Her brilliant hair and her blank demeanor left him wondering if there weren't, in fact, aliens around and if one hadn't managed to come upon him while he was sleeping quite comfortably. The girl did seem rather determined, though Humphries didn't appreciate the threat to his life.

So he did have to protest that. Humphries let out a meow of protest, shifting himself slightly. She was offering him drugs, which struck him as being both tempting and somewhat inappropriate. Still, he had to verbally protest the treatment he was enduring.

It wasn't as though he could really adjust and send a message right now...

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Lifting the box slightly she eyed it while slowing her walk trying to find good light. She didn't feel like leaving the cafeteria completely, but if need be she guessed she'd have to. Had to find a light that suited the multicolored coat, and yet didn't make that bow look even more hideous. A challenge all on its own.

The meow again was ignored, but more movement brought her eyes glancing down again. "No, stay." Though she knew cats were one of the least likely animals to do as they were told she hoped the word 'No' might cease it. If the feline decided to try and jump out she'd do her best to shut the box over it. Lavinia eyed it darkly as she meandered about the cafeteria looking for the best angle of lighting.

It all pretty much sucked.

She stopped in the middle of the cafeteria dark eyes scanning the area for the best spot. Her mind flicking through possibilities, angles, objects to enhance or hinder the light for the best picture. Luckily she wasn't a photographer or this would be an even bigger task. Perhaps she should just 'make her own lighting' with her mind. If only she had the ability to alter light.

While standing, staring, and thinking she kept at least partial attention on the thing in the box in case it moved again. She needed the cute cat for the drawing. Sighing she wondered if she should've just left the damn box in the bad light.

[Humphries]

Hmm, the human seemed to be mostly ignoring Humphries. The feline couldn't determine whether that was something he should be pleased or annoyed about. He landed somewhere in between, which he supposed was a fairly standard emotional position for a feline to take. The cat did opt to remain still while he was carried.

There was something almost comforting about that: about having someone so easily move you from place to place. Humphries could feel some strange primitive instinct kick in when it happened. Sometimes he wanted to escape, and he could feel some of that as well, but mostly he enjoyed not having to move on his own. The girl seemed to be adjusting him for the light.

Humphries looked up at the girl, then meowed, tilting his head. She clearly had something particular in mind, with all the moving and all. If he knew it, perhaps he could help. Though that would require her to actually start thinking and acknowledge that perhaps the cat that's looking directly at her and seeming to try to communicate might just be doing precisely that.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Relieved that the cat wasn't instantly trying to jump out of the box she was able to focus on the task at hand. Stopping in the middle of the room she decided to turn very slowly so that if anything looked remotely adequate she'd choose it. so focused was she in finding even the remote possibility of decent light she had no clue what the cat was trying to do.

Meowing was easily ignored she grew up in a farm where animals were bountiful along with all the annoying noises they made. If only her clients didn't like her drawings of these stupid animals she drew so easily. But she had to get her name out there so that she could get her real art recognized.

After a full turn she sighed and decidedly to sit down right where she was on the floor. Lavinia settled the box in her lap glaring at the room and its hideous lighting. A perfect model was in her possession and she couldn't do anything with him. If she was a real artist she'd be able to draw him no matter the light, but she had a horrible block at the moment. Maybe it had something to do with the bow?

Her cold eyes drifted down to gaze frigidly her calculating mind shifting through any artistic possibilities. Why did people find these things so cute? "Nothing but a dumb greedy animal. But they love to stare at your pudgy faces. Why?"

[Humphries]

They kept moving for some time, and Humphries was losing interest and comfort in the whole business. He ended up glaring up at the young woman as she continued, letting out another meow. He raised a paw up, batting the side, trying to indicate that she should at least set him down. If nothing else, he deserved a moment's rest before she decided to start wandering around with him again.

The setting down happened, though Humphries didn't realize it had little to do with his actions. He simply flipped his tail up and adjusted himself again. As he did, the person spoke. He looked up at her, tilting his head slightly. Then he twisted, letting his bow catch hold of her cell phone. He simply needed a little time to hack in and...

Ah, yes, there was the number.

being of most majestic creatures am I, HUMPHRIES was sent into Lavinia's phone via a text message. Or at least to whatever phone Humphries had just hacked into. He adjusted again, letting out a purr loud enough to be unmistakable.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

When he batted the side of the box she actually looked down at him for more than to check the lightning. She barely understood human hints let alone understood overgrown fuzzy rats. So she gave him another cold glare before moving on with her mission.

But that didn't last very long seeing as there was no succeeding with this particular mission. Not unless she got creative or resourceful. Maybe she could use her phone it had a flash light on it. Taking the phone out of her pocket after her question to turn the light on something weird happened. Which in her opinion was saying a lot considering the school that they were in.

Did the cat just take her phone? Was the cat texting?

"Ah, shit you're that cat?" Taking the phone Lavinia read the text then plopped the phone back into the box. How did she not realize that this particular cat was that cat. Really how many cats wore such monstrosities in this school? "I won't get in trouble for threatening to kill you. I threaten to kill everyone." Voice as bland and dry as cotton balls she leaned back away from the purring fuzzy thing.

Sighing she gazed down at him with a hint of contempt but again she looked at nearly everyone like that. "I assume this means you won't hold still while I draw you."

[Humphries]

Was there another cat who was likely to put up with this kind of nonsense? Humphries was tempted to ask that, or perhaps to ask whether she knew of another cat that communicated via a device attached to his collar that sent messages into cell phones. If so, Humphries did certainly want to meet them. however, the young lady continued the conversation, and their silence meant that they mutually affirmed not to dwell upon the cat particulars.

Instead she brought up her mention of killing. Humphries' eyes widened slightly, but he purred as they slowly lowered. Yes, that did sound like some of the rougher humans. he didn't see any reason to get overly upset about the situation, instead just shifting again.

not seeing reason to be moving he sent to the girl, before letting out a particularly impressive yawn. He turned his eyes up at her, blinking having one's picture drawn is of interest to one, and one was likely going to be lounging about and slumbering anyway, so just be letting one know of the position wanting to have taken.

And it was as simple as that.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

Of all the stupid animals she had to find she had to find the one that wasn't really an animal. She should've known something was off with how calm he'd taken things thus far. But then again some cats were quite tolerant, especially if they grew up with a lot of humans. Plus, cats were lazy and she hadn't done anything too drastic as of yet. It's not like she'd dumped the box anything or been overly rough with the box. She needed the cat after all and overly upsetting would not be advantagous for her plan.

Her phone pinged again making her look down at his message. "The light sucks. I need you in the best light for artistic reasons." Lavinia figured he could understand human speach so she didn't feel the need to text back. Sure it might look weird for her to be sitting in the middle of the cafeteria talking to a cat, but then again in this school not so much. Besides most of the school thought she was crazy anyway considering her history. If they didn't know her then it'd just be one more to her list. She really didn't care.

The cat spoke like that green thing in that space movie. It was slightly odd reading but it was better language than most in the school. Slightly shocked he was so very willing to pose for a split second then she thought, 'Right its a cat. The things are more vain than cheerleaders.'

"Tilt your head a little bit for the best angle of the bow, but other than that it's acceptable." Lavinia added the word 'barely' to then end with a mumble as she reached over to shift the box slightly. "Even if the light is inferior." Though from the angle they were at now on the floor it was a tad better.

[Humphries]

The light sucks? Humphries tilted his head and let his eyes travel slightly. From his position, it didn't seem so bad, though he supposed he did have feline eyes to look with. Well, it hardly mattered: the young woman with the vibrant hair was the artist, not Humphries. He simply settled himself in and waited for further instruction.

It came. Humphries adjusted himself as per request, tilting his head, shifting to the light. Doing this position is what you asked of one? it sent again. There had been some slight adjustment in there, but Humphries held more or less still. Holding still most definitely fell into his particular skillset, though this particular position didn't happen to have the maximum amount of comfort.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

"Yeah, the position works." Bringing up her legs she balanced the sketchbook on her thighs staring at the cat over her knees. The charcoal pencil flew across the paper as she sketched the feline. The shadows were actually fairly good and would give a great reference for later when she edited it with color. Though she loathed the bow she was sure that her clients would love the added 'cuteness'.

Then a wash fell over her eyes and blood covered the cat. Not in reality of course but that's what she saw. Blood matting its fur, making the bow sag, and dripping from the box to pool on the floor. Its limp form splayed out in the box the life gone muscles relaxed in death. Frozen at the sight she stopped breathing and stared at the torn, tortured, red lifeless form.

A sharp pain lanced through her chest from not breathing followed by a quick intake of air breaking the vision. The cat was fine. Fluffy as ever its fur clean unmarred by any violence. It almost made her cry to see that the feline was alive.

[Humphries]

Works: not the best confirmation of the situation, but Humphries supposed it would do. He could already hear the distaste in the young woman, and yet again he had this feeling that she hadn't particularly chosen to do this so much as felt like it was something she had to do. Perhaps someone was forcing her hand, though Humphries was hoping that wasn't quite a literal fashion.

the cat held still nonetheless, still save for his eyes. Those he kept focused on the young artist, watching her closely. He swore he saw something shifting there, a flash of something, something darker, of the dark sort that you didn't want to truly consider or move. The animal in him had a momentary desire to flee as fast as his feline legs could carry, and it took Humphries' rather impressive mind to keep him locked in place. His claws dug in, but he managed to relax.

And he twisted slightly: being alright are you? Not wishing to be nearby if doing something odd will be happening even if Humphries was fairly confident in his ability to dodge. It was just so unseemly to actually attempt to do so.

[Lavinia Ann Flamick]

The red washed away as it always did leaving her empty, wishing to be filled again with its glory. Sighing she went back to sketching the feline wanting it over with. As soon as she got some good sketches in she'd be able to take it to the art room, or her room to add the desired details and affects.

Firstly an overall drawing of the entire cat that included the box. Getting the shading and proportions correct. Then a close up of the ears to get each and every little detail needed. Down to the face for the eyes, nose, shape of the mouth, and the particulars on the fur markings.

After a moment she noticed that it'd messaged her again. "I'm fine." Weird telling that to a cat. "Nothing's going to happen my...specialty isn't like that." Lavinia figured he was worried that she was going to have some sort of power glitch. Not that she might decide to try and silence the feline in hopes to bring back the red.

[Humphries]

Fine. Somehow Humphries doubted the whole truth of that, to the extent where he was watching her very closely. His tail flicked as he studied her even as she kept talking, insisting that her "specialty" wasn't like that. Quite the odd way of referring to one's power, but Humphries had heard variations of that throughout his years of being "in the business" as it were. It didn't strike him as something that would worried him.

So long as being of normal you are, no need for worry am I he sent via message for settling himself in. He could still feel his fur rippling and a bit of something in his whiskers that made him more than a little distrusting. Still, he had no qualms about continuing to hold still for the time being. He wasn't one for conversing with young people even before he'd taken the feline form, and his new shape certainly didn't encourage banter.