vanillajello | Entries tagged with issue: why is it always vampires?

Fire. There's someone on fire. But Kate can't see who it is until the figure turns around and it's her but not her but her and she's standing there and the flames lick up her arms and she's on fire but then it's Mitchell, wild-eyed with a fire inside, and it's Hannibal and the flames go from hot to cold from hot to cold in time with his eyes, and then it's Jack and Emma and Karla and Sebastien and David and Bod and Marshall and Max and Tara --

And then it's Annie, serene calm beautiful Annie like that time in the cellar, and everything stops for a single awful second as she smiles.

And then the flames swallow her up and there's nothing but the fire.

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Kate had been very, very glad to not wake up screaming. She had been very glad to wake up, period. Her subconscious was not the place to be right now, her dreams had made that abundantly clear. She'd had no trouble getting out of bed since she'd craved a cold shower to fully wake her up and make sure nothing lingered on.

After the shower, she'd changed her clothes, put on some music, opened the door, made her bed and then flopped down on it with a notebook to make plans for a third floor welcome she wasn't sure she'd even organize.

Saturday wasn't shaping up to be a day to be bubbly and welcoming.

[ooc: Open post, open door. ETA: I would like to call all Mitchell stuff NFB, please and thank you!]

Current Mood: melancholy

Fandom really liked raising the bar in what Kate considered to be an awful Monday morning, didn't it? Right now, the absolute top of the list was waking up at the trooper station and feeling thankful for having been there for about a day and a half, because everything before the detainment was gut-wrenchingly horrible.

After she'd been ~~handwavily~~ released from the station, Kate had made her way back across town to the dorms, where the first thing she ended up doing was spending a good while in the bathroom, puking her guts out at the vivid memory of blood flowing down her throat, because the hallways were reminding her of that pretty painfully. Yeah, she -- she needed to get out, right now. She hurriedly threw some stuff in her bag and then she was off. Not even really noticing the island's new location, she left a few uncertain ~~handwavy~~ voicemails (for Bod, and for Jack, and after some hesitation, also for Nathan – just quick messages to say she was normal, sorry, going home, sorry sorry sorry, and would be in touch) on the walk over to the causeway, and then turned her phone off.

She needed to not be here and not deal with this, just for a while.

[ooc: NFI as she is goooone.]

Current Mood: nauseated

Kate had played nice for most of the day. Nice by evil vampire standards, anyway. Okay, so she'd broken a nose, terrorized some people, and just generally done what her instincts told her to, but she hadn't actually bled anyone dry!

That was about to change, though. He'd picked up a cute random drunk ~~NPC~~ on his way home from the bar, and lured him with her back towards the dorms. It seemed important, somehow, to do as much of this as she could near the dorms, as it was an area she wouldn't have dared to go near under normal circumstances.

Normal for her, anyway.

She had his lovely escort pinned against a tree, and was pleasantly surprised that his intoxication didn't keep him from starting to scream as soon as she's let her face morph.

[ooc: For one who knows who she is! And a warning for inevitable violence.]

Current Mood: predatory

So, class today? Hadn't been Kate's favorite thing in the world. Her mood had been steadily picking up for a couple of days, so of course something had to come and make it plummet again.

She was so going to head down to the salle to stab things, later, but right now she was trying a different approach: the girly one. That meant trying to pick out clothes for her upcoming... thing, on Thursday. She didn't want to call it a date, but. It kinda was. Maybe. She didn't know. But she did know it was something completely removed from vampires and darkness and drama and all things Fandom, and that was good enough.

She had about half her dresses laid out on her bed, and was trying to match them up with some other items of clothing to create the perfect look that was both sort of fancy yet cool and casual.

It was going to take a while and she was fine with that. She could feel herself relaxing as she considered her options.

[ooc: Open door, open post!]

Kate had been all set for going to Fandom. Not really looking forward to it, obviously, but... Ready. Bags packed, Portalocity ticket acquired, generally fed up with the family. That kind of ready. But then the cards had arrived. One for her brother, one for her parents – and one for her. The only one without a note.

And she'd silently freaked out, and she'd kept doing that until she got to the airport where she marched straight to the Portalocity counter and announced she wanted her destination changed. Anywhere, she'd said, but they'd made her choose so she'd picked New York. She'd been in Bristol way too much, lately, and she just needed to go somewhere else, and to be with someone sympathetic that was more or less like her.

But the main thing was not being in Fandom. And she wasn't. No, instead, she was standing outside a door to an apartment she'd only been in once before, hoping against hope the occupant was in right now. And even if he wasn't home then fine, she'd bunk at some skeezy hostel for a few nights with her Christmas money. She'd do the New York thing on her own.

For now, though, she knocked.

[ooc: NFB, and just for that guy who she's foolishly springing a surprise visit on. ETA: comments get NWS, and then violent. 'Cause that's how we roll.]

( Barely half an hour later, they were sitting in a hospital waiting room. )

( And by the time they got to George's apartment... )

[ooc: NFI & NFB, OOC-okay, follows this. Bits taken (and tweaked) from Being Human S01E01. Again, preplayed with the wonderful

chose_humanity and

bitten_notshy, and coded by

chose_humanity.

And we're done! And now I have the line "once again, we all will be so broken" from this one song stuck in my head because it fits so very well. Bring on the fallout.]

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Entries tagged with issue: why is it always vampires?

Room 324, Thursday Morning

Room 324, Monday Morning

A somewhat secluded spot outside the dorms, waaaaay late Saturday evening/too early Sunday morning

Room 324, Tuesday After Classes

New York City, NY, Monday Afternoonish

A Hospital, and George's Place, Baltimore, Later Saturday Evening

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