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Kaitlin Vandussen

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About Kaitlin Vandussen

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    Monster Bait

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  • Gender
    Female
  • Location:
    Dubois, Wyoming
  • Interests
    Freerunning; Martial Arts; Other extreme sports; Hunting
  1. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    Kaitlin stalked into the kitchen after Warren, putting the dishes in the sink with more force than necessary. Then she grunted in irritation as she moved the dishes from the sink to the dishwasher. Back home, the only dishwasher she and her father had were those with two hands. She narrowed her amber eyes at Warren as she continued her glare. "If you think we're playing games, I just want to point out you're playing them too, pushing buttons just to see what reactions you can get. Really, taunting 3J on her weight?" Kaitlin shook her head in exasperation, her blond and black ponytail bobbing behind her broad shoulders... Even if she did see his point about 3J layering up despite the unseasonably warm weather. She had wondered more than once if 3J was feeling extra self-conscious sharing a room with a girl athletic and fit as she was. Kaitlin had offered to help her exercise, but 3J had demurred. "Look, despite what you may think, spending that much time on actively playing mindgames with you would be exhausting. Now, I happen to agree that some weird shit is going on and am actually glad - well, glad isn't the right word, but you being interested too will actually be a help. You're... smart," the muscular girl admitted - it didn't even sound grudging. "So can you forget about the deadline for now and let me run upstairs to get 3J before taking off without us? Otherwise, we're just gonna be several groups trying to figure out the same thing."
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    Kaitlin gave Warren a warning look as she placed a plate with a pair of burgers and a baked potato on it in front of him. So 3J was self-conscious about not being as thin or athletic as the others girls in Brown group, so what? As long as she didn't pass out from overheating. Warren didn't have to rub her nose in it. "Maybe..." Kaitlin commented doubtfully in regards to Warren's supposition. "But they already have people in the registry from our year. I don't see why they would omit us now just to add us in later." The athletic girl, actually barefoot and loving the unusually warm weather, went around the deck passing out her group-mates plates before sitting down with her, three burgers and two stuffed baked potatoes. Ice rattled in the pitcher as she poured herself a big glass of lemonade. "Brown group is definitely a thing," Kaitlin said, nodding at Cheshire, "though what that thing is, who knows? I didn't sound like there's a Brown Group every year. We can ask Spenser about it. Maybe there's another registry for Brown Group?
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    Typically wearing her heart on her sleeve, Kaitlin looked as surprised as Jayce did, though instead of embarrassed she seemed more discomfited. They weren't supposed to be remembered outside of school, or noticed or whatever. Had they done something to mess up the enchantment? She didn't know about the others, but the only enduring spell she routinely cast was Pain For Gain, and that was only when she was exercising, she unwove it when out and about. The overly athletic girl also thought it was odd that Jayce seemed to stumble over their names. When they had gone to Middlebury, everyone had seemed familiar with them after meeting them for the first time. Spenser had said something about interacting with people from school outside the influence of the enchanted aura, but she couldn't remember exactly what. Something about it not working later? "Um.. hey, Jayce," Kaitlin said far from smoothly then forcing a chuckle, shooting Warren a quick, cross glance. "Heh, heh, yeah, funny, how we're all out shopping at the same time. What are the odds?"
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    The weekend back home was bittersweet. It was glorious running and climbing through the mountains she had grown up in, reinvigorating her after a week in a new school in a new state... that was also magical. But while Ravenhurst may have made sure Kaitlin's father could support himself while she was attending the magical academy, he wasn't doing much better. Kaitlin picked him up in his drunken stupor and got him into the tub to clean himself up. While he was doing that then shuffled into his woodworking shop to get some work done under his daughter's glower, Kaitlin picked up all the empty bottles and glasses, did the dishes and several loads of laundry. Afterwards, she did a grocery run and cooked him dinner. She told him some about what it was like at Ravenhurst, but he didn't seem to believe her or was even really listening and she just didn't want to push it. But she was going to find a way to make him better, make him the man he used to be, the man that she knew was still inside him. One foot on the bottom of the cart, Kaitlin used the other to carefully propel herself and the cart down the aisles, adding things to the cart with deliberation to what they needed and cost and trying to not let the muzak drive her insane. The stipend for food felt very generous to her, but due to her experiences, she couldn't but be conservative and look for whatever deal she could. She didn't give a damn if Warren laughed at her for clipping coupons. Going to school here under the enchantment was... weird, not bad, just different. Back home, she had been one of the most athletic girls in school, if far from the biggest, until relatively recently anyway. Over the last year and half, she'd grown half a foot taller. She was taller than average now, and undeniably the buffest girl in Dubois and people had noticed the change. Billy had been one of her best friends. A year older than she was and her closest neighbor near her age, they had spent a fair bit of time together, climbing and running and horsing around. She'd been starting to crush on him a little, but things had changed as she had, especially after learning about her magic. She'd always been the quicker of the two, and while Billy had been athletic and wiry, he wasn't tall. Now, she was an inch taller than he was, and considerably stronger, and he seemed to resent her for it. It hurt. But at Middlebury High, everyone seemed to have always known her to be the most athletic and muscular girl in school, and just took it for granted. As if they had never known her as any other way, despite having never known she had existed before a week ago. Very odd and it was taking a bit to get used to, especially the way some of her part-time classmates seemed familiar with her and with prior events she wasn't aware of, but it did make blending in easier, to be sure. Humming to herself, Kaitlin came to the end of an aisle and turned her cart to go down the next.
  5. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    Kaitlin's face reddened faintly as Safyre left, but she gave Warren a sour glare for his laughter even as her lips twitched in keeping back a grin. "Yeah, well, you are such a city boy, I thought I'd start you off with something easy like fishing before moving up to hunting. Minnows and trout are easy." Kaitlin finished her plate and started stacking dishes and collecting the grilling tools. "Deer and boar are assholes and bears are dangerous." She nodded at Warren's plate and when he nodded back, added it to the stack in her hand. "I prefer Kaitlin or Kat to 'Hippie'. So I won't call you asshole unless you are being one, and will try to stick to Warren or whatever nickname you like, if you do the same and use my name. Fair?"
  6. RAVENHURST OUT OF CHARACTER NEWS AND DISCUSSIONS

    Kaitlin is going to real school.
  7. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    "It's something, I dunno if I'd call it fun," Kaitlin admitted with a grunt and wry twist to her lips. She eyed him directly for a long moment then gave him a sharp nod. "But fair 'nough, all that you said. Even if in my experience most boys are some percentage of leering pervert..." Her wry smile was vaguely teasing, but her glittering amber eyes suggested 'or worse', "... I shouldn't've presumed, and I'm sorry. For that at least. And for all of me, if you wanna go upstairs and chat or do homework or whatever and we ain't sleeping or changing, feel free. Doesn't bother me any. Seems to me you can't be worse than Safyre when I ask about explaining some point of theory anyway. I learn better doing than reading myself." She finished her steak and another baked potato that had gone unclaimed, then started picking up any cleared dishes. "Now I have two things I want to mention. One - Why do you keep callin' me Hippie? My Dad is - was - an Army Ranger and I don't smoke weed. Most of them are scrawny and vegetarians and seem about as athletic as wet pasta despite supposedly having an outdoorsy lifestyle. I'm none of those things. And two - as you said, we aren't friends. I'm not giving you any of my fish unless I've got so much I can't eat it all." She nodded towards the lake, her expression relenting. "But I know what's it like to be hungry. I'll show how to catch and clean fish, if you want. That whole give a man a fish, feed him for an hour; teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime thing... well, if you can find a river or lake that actually has fish in it."
  8. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    "For someone saying they should look at all sides of an argument or situation, you sure aren't giving Ravenhurt a chance, Warren," Kaitlin countered. She though Matt should have held his ground too, instead of caving and leaving, but she wasn't going to tell Warren that. She gestured at the steak he was eating with her fork. "You're getting a little from Ravenhurst, maybe you should give a little too instead of just taking, then cutting and run?" She rolled her shoulders, speared a piece of her steak with her knife, then stood up and walked over to the standoffish ocelot. Watchful for any swipes, she slid the piece of steak off her knife with a fork on the chair in front of Blue. Kaitlin hadn't even had a pet, but she liked cats. She seen cougars in the mountains around her home three times and felines were independent and could take care of themselves in the wild, even housecats could make the adjustment. She just couldn't see needy domestic dogs doing the same. Plus, for whatever reason, dogs seemed to dislike her. Fuck dogs. "I know you find all the written stuff here easy - you don't even study, bastard - but you seem to spend all your extra time working at debunking everything in front of your eyes. Aren't you exhausted yet? As far as I've seen, they haven't been trying to, you know, indoctrinate us or anything, just giving us some guidelines, no different then going to Karate or whatever and the sensei saying don't go around and pick fights. We can do fantastic things, fantastic things that can be super dangerous - don't be an asshole about it." Kaitlin gave Warren a very pointed glance. "By the way, from all I've seen, being a perpetual asshole or douchebag is more often than not a cry for attention too." Kaitlin took her seat again, though shifted around so she was facing Warren instead of looking towards the lake. "And there isn't always a knight around if you need one or not, whether you agree with what they say or not. Of anyone here, I'd think you'd know that." Her jaw was tight, but her gaze was distant in memory. She flexed an arm, bicep bulging, forearm rippling with muscle. "Because way more often then someone going White Knight or Social Justice Warrior, people just don't give a shit." Kaitlin blinked and shook her head, dispelling the memory. "But wouldn't it be nice if people did care, at least a little?" She nodded the way Siobhan, Matt, and Maria had gone. "They care, some any way, which is probably why you being an asshole to them bothers them so much."
  9. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    Kaitlin turned from the grill to give the girls an 'are you kidding me?' and snorted. "Old people are always saying that about the youngest generation. The old world ends all the time when someone grows up and starts making their own place it." Warren got a very puzzled look when he called Kaitlin a hippie - he might as well have accused her of being a vegan for all the sense it made to her - then a surprised one when he asked for his steak medium well. Her brow furrowed as she wondered if he had said that just to be contrary and ruin a perfectly good steak, but it seemed he was being completely honest. Weird! She'd never have thought he had anything against the sight of blood. It was just blood, everyone had, like a gallon and a half of the stuff inside them, and yeah, sometimes it leaked out. Big deal. "Uh, yeah, sure, if that's what you want, Warren. Everyone is allowed to be wrong," Kaitlin replied, resolving to cook the steak to the barest edge of medium-well. She nodded in approval at the way Cheshire and Siobhan asked for their steaks, though privately, Kaitlin still though Siobhan was some sort of vegetarian who would won day preach that animals were people and to eat them was totally not cool or something. She smirked at Warren. "Must be a boy thing." Kaitlin got her own rare steak - the biggest one due to the simple expedient of being the one who cooked them and took a seat closest to the lake, looking over the placid waters and wondering what hide below the surface. It seemed that was the case with a lot of Ravenhurst. "It's a lot like any other fancy, private school, I guess," Kaitlin claimed. "I mean, I never went to one before, so I don't really know, but judging by TV and movies. Only, one seen in a funhouse mirror. It seems normal, but there are things that just throw it off a little. Like having Alchemy class instead of chemistry. Or the janitors being animated brooms like in Fantasia, minus the arms." She looked at others who had been in Brown group for the week. "You guys saw them too, right? Someone wasn't just trying to pull a prank or something?"
  10. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    Kaitlin shot Safyre's back a pair of middle fingers before tromping out to the deck and taking command of the grill. Warming up the corn on the cob and baked potatoes, she cooked everyone's steak to order, which meant medium rare, maybe medium, any other way was wrong and they lose their steak. Humming contentedly to herself, she glanced suspiciously at the lake, then rolled her eyes at the other girls loitering on the deck. They were trying to be casual, but they were obviously eavesdropping. She didn't blame them, she was curious what their group monitors were saying. "Hey!" Kaitlin said, pitching her voice so it wouldn't be overheard inside the lakehouse. "What are they saying in there?"
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    Kaitlin was clearly impressed by the arcane eye-thing Safyre and Siobhan had created, it wasn't a magic she had every done or attempted. But her broad shoulders slumped a little in disappointment too when its gaze revealed... nothing. No four-eyed frog, no nothing. Whatever had groped her in the lake hadn't felt frog-like, but who knew? "Doesn't look like there's anything here," Kaitlin agreed with 3J, taking another quick glance around before settling her amber-eyed gaze on Safyre and Siobhan. "How'd you guys know how to do that? It wasn't anything they showed us in any of the classes I've been in." At Cheshire's question, Kaitlin sniffed the air, catching the scent of charcoal and the steaks Matt had set down on the grill just before all the anticlimactic excitement. "Steaks soon, at any rate. Cheshire, right? I'm Kaitlin, most people call me Kat." Kaitlin nodded at the new girl in greeting. "I can take of the grilling the steaks Matt, if you have to look after things here." She started to move towards the patio before looking back over her shoulder at Matthew. "Hey, Matt, what with the thing Safyre thought she saw and warnings about the grounds around Ravenhurst, are there any stories about anything weird living in the lake, like the Loch Nest monsters or mermaids or something?"
  12. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    Kaitlin glowered at the door, cursing herself for starting at the unexpected knock. Something was happening, she was sure of that, from the way Matthew and Maria were acting beyond everything else that had occurred, but this was just silly, jumping at shadows. Stuff was getting weird, but she refused to be cowed by it. Her muscles were tensed and taut as she stalked over to the door. "To hell with this!" Kaitlin snapped. She stepped up to the door and yanked it open, balancing easily on the balls of her feet, ready to punch or kick anything on the other side and... found a girl standing there who looked like she got her clothes the same place Kaitlin did. Kaitlin blinked bright amber eyes, slowly relaxing, her balled fist hanging down at her side. "You are not a big four-eyed frog."
  13. RAVENHURST 1ST YEAR CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

    "Baked Potato!" Kaitlin had called out over her shoulder when she jerked her foot from the water at the sudden icy cold and unexpected touch. She jumped to her feet and glared down into the small lake, trying to see what had touched her. That had been no fish or snake. They had been warned about the grounds around Ravenhurst, but had they said anything about the lake? Despite the sudden biting cold of the water and the likelihood of Warren creepin', Kaitlin considered getting her swimsuit and getting into the water and trying to find whatever it was. She had been considering a spell that would let her hold her breath for longer or breathe water... "Matt-" Kaitlin began to ask as she turned around, when Siobhan started talking about a voice and Warren bitching about his laptop. She didn't understand the technical problems he was having - the only videos she had ever played were arcade and pinball machines - but she started looking around with a frown at Siobhan's exclamations. "I didn't hear anything, Siobhan, except Warren talking at his computer." The overly athletic girl's frown deepened as she glanced back at the lake. "Hey, Matt, is there anything we should know about the lake? Because I swear-" "Now what?!" Kaitlin growled in exasperation. She was hungry and was looking forward to the steaks, and now this. Kaitlin started moving towards the dorm. "Safyre? Are you alright?"
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    Never having spent an extended time outside of Wyoming, or even away from her father, Kaitlin clung to a routine to push away her bouts of homesickness. Up before everyone else, she took a spell enhanced run and a work out around the lake, showered, then cooked breakfast as others started waking up. Breakfast was almost invariably heavy on meat and protein, and the amount she made was inconsistent, so it was first come, first served after she ate. Not having any formal training in magic theory, Kaitlin stubbornly applied herself in classes, though she wished there was more focus on practical practice. She learned better by doing rather than by watching. On the other hand, by working on her studies and trying to stave off homesickness, Kaitlin quickly got over feeling self-conscious about her clothes and her unconventional physique. Her short sleeves strained over surprisingly muscular arms, her biceps and triceps bulging even when she was at rest and relaxed. Her build was not only impressive for a fifteen year-old girl, but would have been remarkable even for a full grown woman, or a man. The other girls in Brown group had learned that, one or two catching her accidentally in the bathroom, discovering she was built like a particularly powerful gymnast. Kaitlin had chiseled 8-pack abs, astonishingly big thighs, thick and hard with muscle, and her breasts, larger than average were very firm, jutting from noticeably developed pectorals. And while using magic against each other was expressively forbidden, Kaitlin had no compunction about using - or threatening to use - her hard earned strength to deal with any bullies or assholes. In the academic, if eldritch, setting of Ravenhurst, her physique was a rarity, and was intimidating on its own to many. Kaitlin perked up, smiling widely when she found out they could leave campus for the weekend, and could even go home. There were some hills around Ravenhurst, but the only ones worth the name were at least somewhat distant, and she missed the mountains of surrounding Dubois, as well as her father. She hopped to her feet, intending to sign out and get her weekend pass immediately, but paused after taking a single step when a question did occur to her. "Spenser, what are the rules about talking about what really goes on at Ravenhurst?" the athletic teen asked. "I mean, sure, I guess we can talk about with others not in the know, but we'll sound insane... until we show off some. Is there some sort of hush-hush rule about revealing magic to non-sorcerers?"
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    Kaitlin stared at 3J. While is sounded like 3J thought it would work, everything around the Witch Trials Kaitlin had heard was bad, especially for any women involved. I wonder if they have another accounting of what really happened during the Witch Trials at Ravenhurts? To Kaitlin, the spell also seemed like it was as likely to actually poison the tongue or make it fall off as it was simply to make the subject unlikely to speak, going by 3J's earlier demonstration. "How about we put a pin in that for now," Kaitlin suggested, standing up from leaning against the door frame. "Safyre is hardly going to let us take a bit of her hair or blood or a nail clippings or whatever. We can probably scoop something up later and keep the spell on standby, in case she gets worse. Instead, who else wants to take a look around Campus?"
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