[b] Kate [/b] “Hey. Pull yourself together.” Kate asserted firmly to the boy with brown hair (Jamie), extended a hand from her hair to grab onto the bar of his. “It’s the voices , isn’t it? Been there, done that. Blink twice before you judge what is real and what is isn’t. Find something that make you think about peace. That’s the only way to defeat the voices and [i] escape with your life [/i].” She mentioned this upon the click of the mechanisms under her cage, and with only a subtle, throaty gasp, the blonde female was off to her destination of hell. “Goodbye.” She bid the stranger, never letting go until her joint would almost crack under the pressure and she would sink into the darkness. [I] Thump thump. Thump thump. [/i] She counted the number of times her heart would beat, pushing along sweet blood in her veins and the numbers of times her past demons would try to whisper in her ears and push her from sanity. She defeated them with one word but couldn’t fight away the edge of what life would be like without her vampire. It pained her. A wave of light blinded her upon her cage’s entrance of the room, inducing a bout of nausea and the overall appearance of a irked and alert female. Kate part her lips and surveyed the surroundings of the overly large hotel room, similar to many yet different from supernatural to supernatural. This was obviously the room of a necromancer… it’s darkness and the sight of a man holding his staff gave it away. Kate smiled spitefully at the question with the upbeat chuckle, she relaxed in the cage as if it was home, sweet home to her. “Oh, my name? It’s…” Kate thought to herself for a moment….No, these creatures were tripping over the tails if they believed that she was disclosing many personal details to them. To her, they were a blank canvas that she could paint into how she pleased, until she was reunited with what was once hers. “Beatrice. Or Tris, if you may. What might be yours?” She mused, as if she were actually interested., curling her fingers around one bar and tapping.