Kate Gregson (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vanillajello) wrote2012-01-19 01:12 pm
vanillajello) wrote2012-01-19 01:12 pm
Somewhere in England, Thursday
Portalocity hubs at airports were a dangerous thing if you were someone who tended to succumb to strong whims. Like Kate, for example. The day was already growing darker in England when the portal dropped her off, not too far from the destination of this particular whim. She had to check with a random passerby that she was going in the right direction, but it didn't take her long to get where she was going.
Bod's graveyard.
She made her way through the gates, taking in her surroundings. She'd only been here once before, but it wasn't hard to find the headstones she was looking for. Mr and Miss Owens. Parents to one Nobody Owens, not that that was inscribed anywhere, under neither of their names. No wonder. He'd shown up years and years and years after their deaths. Such was the beauty of this place.
Kate drew in a breath and gave the headstones an awkward little wave. "Hi." Well, this didn't feel silly at all. "I'm –– well, you know who I am. I mean, if there's even anyone listening. I don't know, maybe you're all too busy with, uh, um, whatever it is that ghosts spend their time on. But, you know, I wanted to come anyway." She paused, and chewed on her lip a little, looking down at her feet. "See, I've kinda been thinking about this place a lot, lately. About... everyone. And how Bod grew up. Because..." Because what? She wasn't sure she was that clear on that, herself. "Because, I guess, we're not so hugely different, Bod and me. I mean, yeah, we grew up different, but... But... There's this thing about family."
She sniffed, and frowned at herself. "I don't know how much Bod's actually said about my family? I mean, the Gregsons. That family. I don't really mean that one right now, that's a whole different mess altogether. But I have these friends, you see, these friends called Mitchell and Jack. And we're... crazy close. Like, we started out with Mitchell just being my teacher and Jack just being this guy from class, but a lot of crazy sh-- stuff happened and before I knew it, I don't know, those two dudes became my go-to guys for when anything goes wrong. And I kinda drop everything to go help either of them, if they want my help. Or even if they don't. We're... It feels corny to say, but they're family." They so were. She'd rarely said it out loud but it was true. "Annnd you're probably wondering what the point is, I mean, how is that anything like growing up with dead people? Well, Mitchell's a vampire. Has been the entire time I've known him even though it took a few months before anyone told me. But he's also my best friend. He's the guy I ––"
She cut herself off there, because this was kind of what you didn't bring up with your boyfriend's parents, even if they couldn't be seen giving you disapproving looks.
Then she decided to say it anyway. "When Bod and I broke up, Mitchell's the guy I went to. Just so you get what I mean by best friend. I know what he is, and I've seen some really really horrendously bad stuff happen because of it, and I know he struggles with it all the time. But I trust him. He's my dorky Irish hipster friend all the same. But..."
She found herself lost for words, hesitating, pausing. She looked at the ground, then decided to sit down, to kneel in the snow. Just to do something while she figured out what she was saying. She was off-duty, and had changed clothes at the airport. Her jeans could take the snow better than her uniform would have.
She bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head at herself. This was such a ridiculous thing to be doing, but she felt like she just had to talk. "But Jack... He got attacked by a werewolf. And now he's probably gonna turn into one too and I, I don't know, I'm a little scared. I mean, not of him, I've met werewolves before. Mitchell lived –– lives with a couple of them. This is kinda really nothing new, but it's just so... My family's turning into more and more like Bod's. Vampires, werewolves, and ––"
And Annie. And this was something she hadn't told anyone yet, hadn't said a word about it, and it was a heavy feeling inside her chest. The breath she drew in was shuddering, maybe because of the cool air, maybe because of something else.
"I had this friend. Annie. Lived with Mitchell. Pretty and lively and obsessive tea-maker and kinda like a sister to me whenever I went around there, let me sleep in her bed or whatever. And she was a ghost. Yeah. And then, she got exorcised. Except..." Her voice got quiter all on its own. "Mitchell says she's in purgatory. She's been trying to contact them. And it's just... It's unfair. She didn't even deserve to die, and she doesn't deserve this, and I'm not sure I'm handling it really well because there's just been so much shit lately, and I'm sorry for saying shit 'cause I know there are a lot of old-fashioned sensibilities around but it's the best word. I haven't even told Bod yet. Pretty sure it'll upset him even though he's never even met her. It should fucking upset everyone. And I can't even do anything because I'm just a girl and I hate it and I miss her."
She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, and sniffed a little.
"I'm sorry for coming here to ramble," she told the headstones, looking up at them, after a moment's pause. "Guess I just had to come to the most ghost-friendly place I know, even though I know there's no way she'd end up here even though I would really like her to. Stupid multiverse. And... I don't know. You raised the best thing in my life. I don't know how much sympathy you have for me because I know I was really bad to him for a while there but I hope you can see past that because, well, he has." She glanced down, then held up her hand and the ring there. "He put a ring on it. It's not –– we're not getting married, it's just a promise. To stay together." She sighed, tried to will the stinging in her eyes to go away. "So yeah. I hope you don't mind. I'll just stay here for... a little while."
In the snowy silence of the graveyard.
[ooc: NFB, graveyard modded with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nimeni's kind permission, and the post is just for that one person Kate should've expected to run into here.]
Bod's graveyard.
She made her way through the gates, taking in her surroundings. She'd only been here once before, but it wasn't hard to find the headstones she was looking for. Mr and Miss Owens. Parents to one Nobody Owens, not that that was inscribed anywhere, under neither of their names. No wonder. He'd shown up years and years and years after their deaths. Such was the beauty of this place.
Kate drew in a breath and gave the headstones an awkward little wave. "Hi." Well, this didn't feel silly at all. "I'm –– well, you know who I am. I mean, if there's even anyone listening. I don't know, maybe you're all too busy with, uh, um, whatever it is that ghosts spend their time on. But, you know, I wanted to come anyway." She paused, and chewed on her lip a little, looking down at her feet. "See, I've kinda been thinking about this place a lot, lately. About... everyone. And how Bod grew up. Because..." Because what? She wasn't sure she was that clear on that, herself. "Because, I guess, we're not so hugely different, Bod and me. I mean, yeah, we grew up different, but... But... There's this thing about family."
She sniffed, and frowned at herself. "I don't know how much Bod's actually said about my family? I mean, the Gregsons. That family. I don't really mean that one right now, that's a whole different mess altogether. But I have these friends, you see, these friends called Mitchell and Jack. And we're... crazy close. Like, we started out with Mitchell just being my teacher and Jack just being this guy from class, but a lot of crazy sh-- stuff happened and before I knew it, I don't know, those two dudes became my go-to guys for when anything goes wrong. And I kinda drop everything to go help either of them, if they want my help. Or even if they don't. We're... It feels corny to say, but they're family." They so were. She'd rarely said it out loud but it was true. "Annnd you're probably wondering what the point is, I mean, how is that anything like growing up with dead people? Well, Mitchell's a vampire. Has been the entire time I've known him even though it took a few months before anyone told me. But he's also my best friend. He's the guy I ––"
She cut herself off there, because this was kind of what you didn't bring up with your boyfriend's parents, even if they couldn't be seen giving you disapproving looks.
Then she decided to say it anyway. "When Bod and I broke up, Mitchell's the guy I went to. Just so you get what I mean by best friend. I know what he is, and I've seen some really really horrendously bad stuff happen because of it, and I know he struggles with it all the time. But I trust him. He's my dorky Irish hipster friend all the same. But..."
She found herself lost for words, hesitating, pausing. She looked at the ground, then decided to sit down, to kneel in the snow. Just to do something while she figured out what she was saying. She was off-duty, and had changed clothes at the airport. Her jeans could take the snow better than her uniform would have.
She bit the inside of her cheek and shook her head at herself. This was such a ridiculous thing to be doing, but she felt like she just had to talk. "But Jack... He got attacked by a werewolf. And now he's probably gonna turn into one too and I, I don't know, I'm a little scared. I mean, not of him, I've met werewolves before. Mitchell lived –– lives with a couple of them. This is kinda really nothing new, but it's just so... My family's turning into more and more like Bod's. Vampires, werewolves, and ––"
And Annie. And this was something she hadn't told anyone yet, hadn't said a word about it, and it was a heavy feeling inside her chest. The breath she drew in was shuddering, maybe because of the cool air, maybe because of something else.
"I had this friend. Annie. Lived with Mitchell. Pretty and lively and obsessive tea-maker and kinda like a sister to me whenever I went around there, let me sleep in her bed or whatever. And she was a ghost. Yeah. And then, she got exorcised. Except..." Her voice got quiter all on its own. "Mitchell says she's in purgatory. She's been trying to contact them. And it's just... It's unfair. She didn't even deserve to die, and she doesn't deserve this, and I'm not sure I'm handling it really well because there's just been so much shit lately, and I'm sorry for saying shit 'cause I know there are a lot of old-fashioned sensibilities around but it's the best word. I haven't even told Bod yet. Pretty sure it'll upset him even though he's never even met her. It should fucking upset everyone. And I can't even do anything because I'm just a girl and I hate it and I miss her."
She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, and sniffed a little.
"I'm sorry for coming here to ramble," she told the headstones, looking up at them, after a moment's pause. "Guess I just had to come to the most ghost-friendly place I know, even though I know there's no way she'd end up here even though I would really like her to. Stupid multiverse. And... I don't know. You raised the best thing in my life. I don't know how much sympathy you have for me because I know I was really bad to him for a while there but I hope you can see past that because, well, he has." She glanced down, then held up her hand and the ring there. "He put a ring on it. It's not –– we're not getting married, it's just a promise. To stay together." She sighed, tried to will the stinging in her eyes to go away. "So yeah. I hope you don't mind. I'll just stay here for... a little while."
In the snowy silence of the graveyard.
[ooc: NFB, graveyard modded with
nimeni's kind permission, and the post is just for that one person Kate should've expected to run into here.]
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Maybe she'd just think on some of the other things he'd said. Later.
Maybe.
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Then she rubbed her hands together. "Right, I'm getting cold. I should... stop intruding."
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And with that, he started walking away and would soon just...vanish. That's just how he rolled.
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She breathed in cool winter air.
Yes. Maybe she'd linger for a while longer and gather herself. There was a cranky aunt and a wailing infant to get back to, but they'd still be there when she was ready.
And she wasn't ready yet.