vanillajello: (Just chillin'.)
Pleased that the island had finally switched to a warmer location, Kate had started her day with a quick trek off the island. ... Only to decide she wasn't sure she really liked their new surroundings. It was a little creepy, to be honest. Kate liked places that had life and light and copious amounts of noise, and this place... Well, it was really lacking in all of those.

But at least it was warm. That meant that once she came back from her short trip, she could be wearing a little less than what she'd been getting used to, as she chilled out in her alcove with some crummy gossip mag.

Creepy village aside, it was a pretty mellow Sunday. Too bad that wouldn't last.

[ooc: Expecting one afternoon ruiner!]
vanillajello: (On the computer.)
Kate no longer had a depressing pink Vespa in storage on the mainland. Instead, she had a nice sum of money on her bank account and plans on how to spend it on things the girly scooter and all it stood for had put on hold for so many months. Things like the little box that was safe inside her bag right now, so tiny but yet so important. The Vespa seemed to have been like that, too. Only in a seriously skeevy and bad way. It felt freeing to have gotten rid of it.

She was online again, sprawling on her narrow bed as she searched for more things to include in her plans. It made for a nice weekend afternoon activity, and it was definitely better than what she'd been doing a week ago.

So much could change in a week. She should have learned that by now.

[ooc: Open for cabinmates/visitors! Watch me lull Kate into a false sense of closure, mwahaha.]
vanillajello: (Don't want to deal with this.)
Kate hadn't slept at the cabins last night. She'd hidden herself away at the dorms for the night, like a total coward, then killed some time doing some laundry, then caught a portal to the mainland to spend most of her day window shopping and eating ice cream and generally repressing the hell out of everything.

She'd only just now finally come to her alcove, and had already managed to make herself a blanket nest to half hide in and be miserable. She was telling herself she'd do something about... something, tomorrow. Right now she still didn't feel like she had the energy to try and be an adult or sensible or to take the high road or anything like that.

No, she was just going to keep wallowing in her self-pity for tonight.

[ooc: I had this post planned way early today, so I'm gonna post it, gdi. Post is open, in case anyone else is actually getting on the site by now. And wanting to deal with the emo.]

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