Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2011-05-16 05:03 pm
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Room 324, Late(r) Monday Afternoon
Having put up her posters, Kate had returned to her room to continue her good day with further party planning. But that was sadly not to be: her phone had been charging while she'd been away and she'd finally gotten around to seeing she had a voicemail. So she listened to it.
Bad idea.
Her first thought was that it was a sick joke, that Nathan really was pushing things too far in an effort to be excused for his radio silence since leaving, but she couldn't hold onto that bit of disbelief for long. The woman – Nathan's mom – was far too shaken, the quivering of her voice far too real. It was all real. On the second listen Kate had to sit down on the edge of her bed because the room had started to spin, but it took about four times before it all started really sinking in.
Forcing herself to skip listening a fifth time, her brain instead switched on to practical matters, the first of which was leaving a voicemail of her own. And the second... Was staring dully into the middle distance.
She'd maybe get to something a little more useful later.
[ooc: Post and door open, if you wish to deal with the upset.]
Bad idea.
Her first thought was that it was a sick joke, that Nathan really was pushing things too far in an effort to be excused for his radio silence since leaving, but she couldn't hold onto that bit of disbelief for long. The woman – Nathan's mom – was far too shaken, the quivering of her voice far too real. It was all real. On the second listen Kate had to sit down on the edge of her bed because the room had started to spin, but it took about four times before it all started really sinking in.
Forcing herself to skip listening a fifth time, her brain instead switched on to practical matters, the first of which was leaving a voicemail of her own. And the second... Was staring dully into the middle distance.
She'd maybe get to something a little more useful later.
[ooc: Post and door open, if you wish to deal with the upset.]
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When the voicemail ended, he turned her phone off and tossed it behind him. "I'm so sorry, Kate."
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So she was clinging, with her face pressed against the crook of his neck.
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"I fucking hate this."
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"He's gone," she said, quiet but somehow desperate anyway, trying to keep a hold on her emotions. "That wasn't supposed to happen!"
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She wasn't honestly thinking about it in a way that was that self-centered. It was just an easier way to approach things.
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Well, so far it had turned out there was some weird and dangerous supernatural shit going on in every one of her closest friends' worlds, and in the one where there wasn't (that she knew of), her friend still managed to get himself killed in no time at all. It didn't seem like too impossible a thing.
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He knew he didn't have that power but he'd find someone that could stop it, if he had to. "You can't think like that."
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But she wasn't rational yet. "I can't handle all this death."
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She wished he could.
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He knew he couldn't but it was hurting him to hear her talking like she was. It was worrying.
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"Try," she half sighed, voice heavy with everything she was holding back. "Please promise me you won't get killed."
It was an impossible promise to make, but she couldn't help wanting it anyway. Anyone could get ripped away from her, or so she felt.
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Bod knew it was a promise easily broken but he didn't care. She seemed to need to hear it and he was damn sure going to try and keep that promise.
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She buried her face against his neck again. "I miss him."
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