vanillajello: (Ladies' room.)
The radio last night had confirmed what Kate's futile attempts at reaching her friends over the phone had already made her think. They were gone. Vanished. Not here.

That hadn't stopped her from checking out Gobstopper cabin a little earlier this morning, though. Just in the vain hope that things might have returned to normal. That Bod might have come back.

But no. Of course not. The island wasn't done screwing with them yet. As evident from the giant roaches she'd had to evade on her way.

She had seen Kyle's note, though. That gave her some hope.

Kate hadn't made up her mind about where to go, yet – it was either the manor or the school, really – but that wasn't stopping her from stuffing her backpack with useful things right about now.

She sure as hell wasn't staying here.

[ooc: Open, to those few who live here (no seriously, I think it's just Kate, Ariel and K-Mart now), or anyone who'd like to knock on the door.]
vanillajello: (On the computer.)
It had been a weird weekend, and the weirdness was still leaking into Kate's week now. Even with her truly awesome skills of repression, getting the best possible friend and losing him in the span of three days was not easy to take.

So, Kate looked for distractions. And right now, she was finding one in sitting on the front steps of her cabin with her laptop.

Catching up on her online coursework. French, to be exact.

The world should be afraid.

[ooc: Open post!]
vanillajello: (Sleepyhead.)
There was no one holding Kate as she woke up on Monday morning. She'd expected it, of course, but it was still not a nice feeling to wake up and find herself alone.

Especially when it was fairly permanent kind of alone.

She reached behind her, fingers scraping against the mattress until they found the necklace and closed around it. She pushed herself up enough to get it around her neck more easily, then slumped back down to the same position she'd gone to sleep in. Still taking up only half of her narrow bed for no real reason at all.

As if he was going to come back if she left him some room. It was idiotic and sad and made no sense, but it was early in the morning and she thought it was allowed.

[ooc: Open for anyone who might have reason to bother the slightly emo girl.]
vanillajello: ([plot] Necklace: A calm fellow.)
Someone was spooning Kate and nuzzling her neck as she woke up. It was a really nice thing to wake up to. Cozy and comfortable. And obviously there was only one person it could be. So, sleepily, and fully expecting to see a pale face and some floppy hair and grey eyes and probably a cute smile, Kate turned her head and opened her eyes, and--

Well. The guy was pale, yes. Really pale, actually. His skin was almost white, not the kind of peachy pink that passed for white skin in general terms. And his hair was floppy, but it was also a little too long. And black. His eyes were kind of black, too. And his clothes.

He was most definitely not Bod. Kate pushed herself up on her elbows, eyes wide. "What the fuck?"

"Good morning, Kate," the guy replied calmly, with a gently amused smile.

"Who are you? And why the fuck are you in my bed?"

The guy kept smiling. Actually, there was something calming about him. Comforting. Familiar. "I usually go where you go," he said. "Except when you think you don't need me - which is totally fine, by the way - and you end up giving me to Bod to prove a point. Take my hand. You look like you need it."

Without even thinking about it, Kate took the guy's hand. It felt right.

And at the same time she understood what he was telling her. Her free hand came up to the top of her chest, reaching for something that wasn't there. And the guy just gave him something that was almost a smirk.

Still holding the necklace's hand, Kate fell back with a frustrated grunt and burrowed her face into the pillow. "Fucking Fandom."

[ooc: Open to cabinmates and visitors and whoever!]

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