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Room 324, Thursday Afternoon
Feb. 11th, 2010 10:56 pm"So who told you to flee from Valentine's with your tail between your legs?"
Kate was packing.
First the ballet gear. Then her sketch book. Laptop. Make up. Camera. iPod. A couple of volumes of manga.
Enough vaguely grown-up-looking clothes for spending four nights away.
"I think what you're doing is putting a bandaid on something but, as you said, I don't understand."
The fake ID – which proclaimed she was 19 years of age – went into her wallet.
The directions for the motel she’d looked up – not quite in Baltimore, but pretty close – got stuffed into Monkey.
"You just decide that you are alone, that no one can help or understand you. Separating yourself from people might protect you from getting hurt by them, but it will never end the loneliness."
There were still hours and hours to go until her ballet class, but when everything was packed, she just picked her stuff up and got going. No point in sitting around when she had absolutely nothing to do here.
She could wander around the city until class. She had no money to spend, but she could still go into stores to look at stuff. She could find a place with the cheapest coffee possible.
She could do anything, anything at all, as long as it was somewhere away from this island and everyone on it.
Everyone.
[ooc: Establishy, so NFI, but OOC is welcome! Quotes in italics from Mitchell, Bod, and Leto, respectively.
I’ll be mostly ’netless Friday and Saturday. On Sunday, there’ll hopefully be a post depicting Kate’s glorious Valentine’s Day at a sleazy motel. She’ll return to Fandom on Monday morning.
Kate’s ignoring all calls and messages Fri & Sat, so if your kid wants to check up on her (wondering why she’s not at the dance etc), feel free to mod her not picking up.]
Kate was packing.
First the ballet gear. Then her sketch book. Laptop. Make up. Camera. iPod. A couple of volumes of manga.
Enough vaguely grown-up-looking clothes for spending four nights away.
"I think what you're doing is putting a bandaid on something but, as you said, I don't understand."
The fake ID – which proclaimed she was 19 years of age – went into her wallet.
The directions for the motel she’d looked up – not quite in Baltimore, but pretty close – got stuffed into Monkey.
"You just decide that you are alone, that no one can help or understand you. Separating yourself from people might protect you from getting hurt by them, but it will never end the loneliness."
There were still hours and hours to go until her ballet class, but when everything was packed, she just picked her stuff up and got going. No point in sitting around when she had absolutely nothing to do here.
She could wander around the city until class. She had no money to spend, but she could still go into stores to look at stuff. She could find a place with the cheapest coffee possible.
She could do anything, anything at all, as long as it was somewhere away from this island and everyone on it.
Everyone.
[ooc: Establishy, so NFI, but OOC is welcome! Quotes in italics from Mitchell, Bod, and Leto, respectively.
I’ll be mostly ’netless Friday and Saturday. On Sunday, there’ll hopefully be a post depicting Kate’s glorious Valentine’s Day at a sleazy motel. She’ll return to Fandom on Monday morning.
Kate’s ignoring all calls and messages Fri & Sat, so if your kid wants to check up on her (wondering why she’s not at the dance etc), feel free to mod her not picking up.]
