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I grunted slightly in pain as the clawed feet shifted their weight onto my back. It REALLY hurt me, and I couldn't help but wonder. "Why am I being put through this? These boosters cause me more than enough back pain as it is!" That's when I saw Rachel's ultimatum, and went completely pale.
 
I gulped as I stared face to face with Rachel. Her scent was so powerful, and so bad, that I had to let go, like it or not, so I could breathe again. Realizing Robert was still in trouble, I darted into the bathroom before she could make a move on me, and came out with a glass of hot water...
 
I slowly stepped off Robert, and laid down next to her, deciding that I wasn't hungry, I had eaten before we left China. And with the komodo's slower metabolic rate, I didn't need to eat as much. Once the feline came out though, my eyes were upon her again, but I made no threatening motions yet..
 
I approached Rachel slowly, VERY slowly. The last thing I needed was to be attacked today. I felt more like gagging, the closer I went, because of the foul odour she was giving off. It was even making me dizzy, and it showed. Once I was close enough, I thrusted the cup forward, and tilted it so water flew out of it in Rachel's direction.
 
<OOC>Update-ness, please.<OOC>
 
OOC: I came up to the hotel room dressed as ranma-chan, cmplete with 'boosters' under the shirt. I played a prank on david, supergluing the outfit in his first post to him, he went berserk,attacked me, and rachel stopped him by going into her cursed form.
 
I stepped out oif the shower, still towling my hair dry. Things seemed a little odd. Tossing the towel aside, I shrugged myself into a shirt and said "Don't everyone greet me at once. What happened here?"
 
OOC: what I want to know is how a komodo dragon that came into existance 5 minutes ago can stink without being rubbed with something that does stink..

IC: I saw the new guy come in, but I was calmed down and out of my preditor frenzy. a good thing too, the warmth from being a warm-blooded creature was fading, and I'd be slowed down either way. I closed my eyes, waiting for the heated water to come down over me, though I didn't want to go back to my human form yet...
 
OOC: Most reptile's give off a faint odour, that isn't exactly pleasant. A human would only be able to really smell it if he/she held the reptile up to their nose, but since cats have a better sense of smell...
 
My back was still in a lot of pain, and it was becoming hard to breathe. Rachel didn't seem to be very angry any more, and so I decided that I might as well call for help. "Grrnk, Gffgble." I managed, all I could say with my face pressed into the carpet, and her weight limiting how much air I could draw into my lungs.
 
"Rachel, shouldn't you be moving off of Robert over ther" I asked, raising an eyebrow. The entire situation seemed all too funny to me but I kinda needed the people to stay alive and well. As much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, I was lost in the States.
 
"How long am I stuck in these clothes?" I asked, eying Robert, even though he couldn't talk. "You do understand that as long as I'm stuck in this outfit, I am NOT changing back into a male. You better think of a way to get them off, before I bite more then just your hand." I said, showing my teeth.
 
Name: Kristen Frederick
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: She looks like a short (4' 10") girl with mid-back length brown hair and intelligent brown eyes. She starts off wearing a white shirt with three pink glittery stars on it and pink shorts.
Personality: (optional)
History: (optional)
Curse: Caracal (a caracal looks like a lynx except with tan and short fur)
 
"Urgh.." I said, my eyes half open. "Wha?" I finally asked, stretching up and leaning against the back of the bed, unwittingly causing motion to conduct through my back and to the boosters. "I'm half smothered here, give me just a minute before you start yelling again." I said, placing my hands over my face.
 
"I'm hungry again," I moaned, walking angrily into the kitchen, and opening the cupboard. Nothing there. I moved over to the refridgerator. Nothing there, either. I growled, and my stomach followed suit, as I turned back to Roberta. "Hey, make me someth--" I began to demand, before noticing that he... er, she still had that costume on. I moved over next to her, before asking "Aren't you gonna change?" and poking at the soft thingies underneath her shirt, while laughing at the same time.
 
"Forget this," I said, getting up and walking for the hotel door. "I need some time away from you demented freaks." I said, but it was obvious by my tone that I didn't mean the insult, as they should all know. I did need some time alone though to think things out, I seemed to be becoming confused a lot easier than I used to be. I walked down into the lobby, and thanks to the convention, I didn't get many stares. Just another anime freak out of many. "I need to find some hot water so I can change back." I muttered to myself, brushing by some people, looking for a safe place to change.
 
'Change back?' thoguht Kristen to herself as she stalked quietly behind Roberta. 'Perhaps she is like me? hmm?' Kristen thought to herself as she continued to quietly walk on her tip-toes after her. She silently wodnered if what she was thinking was true. It would be nice, because Kristen thought she had been the only one to end up in this dire state of transforming when cold water had been thrown on her and transforming back when hot water was applied. Kristen shook her head and concentrated on waht was at hand rather then keepign her head in the clouds.
 
I soon found a secluded corner, and not seeing the one person out of the crowd that was watching me, I quickly dumped some tea on myself, the closest I could get to hot water, pulled off the shirt, eyebrows and wig, rolling them up into a bundle under my arms. The only part of the costume I kept was the contact lenses. I started to walk off, when I noticed that there had been someone watching me...
 
kristen, seeing she had been caught, grinned sheepishly. She waved and nervously opened her mouth to speak. "I noticed you kinda.. transformed." said Kristen. "The same thign happens to me... Only I transform into a caracal." she explained. Kristen hoped that this person wouldn't get angry or anything. Kristen ran a hand through her thick dark brown hair.
 
"So, you're cursed too?" I asked, before looking up, as if at the room. "Well then, I suppose you should talk to the others, there are a few more like me upstarirs, we have a couple of rooms booked." I explained. Granted, we weren't likely to be taken seriously at an anime con, but I still didn't want to be overheard...
 
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