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Room 324, Monday Morning
Feb. 7th, 2011 02:01 pmKate had sadly handwavily due to player brainfailiness, technical malfunctions and Gmail's fuckery had a pretty good weekend getaway in Chicago. Being a well-dressed girly brat had probably been just what she'd needed after the little surprise of Friday. She still hadn't really dealt with that, though somehow she wasn't even sure if there was anything to deal with. She wasn't thinking about it. Even if Fandom seemed to want her to think about something like it, judging by all the rose petals she'd woken up with. They seemed to be everywhere, like an insane romantic gesture gone horribly wrong at the worst possible time.
Still, Kate was pretty adamant not to let her mood get dragged too far down. Bobby seemed to have gone MIA again, so she was taking the opportunity to hang out in their room in nothing but a loose top and some just barely appropriate shorts. Her room, her rules, and it wasn't like she had the door hanging wide open in case her lack of proper clothing happened to offend anyone's delicate sensibilities.
As she moved about, sorting through some laundry and doing some other little bits of cleaning up (like trying to get at least some of the rose petals to go the fuck away), she was also wearing her cute new purple wedges because was there really a way to be truly girly without ending up with new shoes, especially ones that made her taller and her legs look fabulous? She thought not.
And since she'd been dumped two times in two months, now, she didn't really care what anyone else thought anyway.
[ooc: Half open door, fully open post!]
Still, Kate was pretty adamant not to let her mood get dragged too far down. Bobby seemed to have gone MIA again, so she was taking the opportunity to hang out in their room in nothing but a loose top and some just barely appropriate shorts. Her room, her rules, and it wasn't like she had the door hanging wide open in case her lack of proper clothing happened to offend anyone's delicate sensibilities.
As she moved about, sorting through some laundry and doing some other little bits of cleaning up (like trying to get at least some of the rose petals to go the fuck away), she was also wearing her cute new purple wedges because was there really a way to be truly girly without ending up with new shoes, especially ones that made her taller and her legs look fabulous? She thought not.
And since she'd been dumped two times in two months, now, she didn't really care what anyone else thought anyway.
[ooc: Half open door, fully open post!]
