katherine in streets ( katherine | open )

[wedlocks]

(( Choose a scenario below or write your own! I'm flexible o7
She's new, so please bear with me. Apologies in advance for the slow. ))


a. rain & coffee

[What a relentless downpour.

Sure, she was expecting rain, but this hadn't exactly been what she was hoping for when she dragged Vincent out today. It came on so suddenly, too... but there's still so much to do. They can't afford to lose any days, especially with the both of them working so much lately to pay for it.

Their wedding...

Katherine sighs, shielding her face (and glasses) with her hand as she presses forward in a dash. She knows there's a coffee shop up ahead -- maybe they can at least wait out the storm there...? Something sweet...

...]

Vincent. Hey, be sure to keep up...

[She shouts sternly over the rain, glancing back for just a moment. Hearing no response and not seeing that familiar goofy face, though, she slows -- her expression hardening.

But it's too late.]

Vince --?

[Wham.

She slams right into someone in front of her. Her glasses loosen and nearly fall off her face, and she hears the clattering of that person's belongings all over the pavement.

Damn it.]



b. night circus (cloud maze)

[Okay... so there's a circus in town tonight. And for some reason, Katherine isn't questioning whether she's too old for this (she definitely is). She wanders around what is apparently a maze made of clouds, which makes he feel extra childish, but... isn't that just fine?

Isn't this supposed to be fun?

Something nags at the back of her mind: like why hasn't she heard about this place on the news? Why is it only here now that the sun's gone down... and why didn't she notice anyone setting up at all?

If someone looks like they could possibly be an employee of the circus, she may approach. Otherwise, she'll wander blissfully by herself, trying not to fall...

And anyone near by may catch an occasional rare smile of hers.]



c. zombies?

[First it was all over the news. Something about a deadly virus. Of course, Katherine didn't want to believe it herself -- she was far too busy to get involved. Isolated incidents becoming more frequent, they said. She questioned the newscasters' sanity for reporting such a thing. She questioned her own sanity.

But then it happened.

The smell of blood and exposed flesh, when she so happens to stop at the store for a gallon of water -- preparing for this so called "emergency" coming. The hungry snarl that gets louder as she approaches the check out counter. The feeling of foreboding when she realizes it's entirely too quiet, and she hasn't seen a single other customer.

...Nor anyone on the street.

The cashier turns, revealing the ugliest face she's ever seen in recent memory. Katherine's eyes widen in fear and disgust, as the thing opens its mouth, looking far too interested in her. If it was once human, it isn't anymore.

She screams. The only thing she can think to do, despite the fact it's likely to make it worse.

She remembers she has a knife for protection -- she reaches for it in the purse at her side, but it's too late. Her legs have already made the decision for her, and she starts to back away.

She's running, and the sound of the store bell rings in her ears as she bolts out the door.]

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[wedlocks]

[Katherine notices the stranger, though of course there isn't any time for hellos. Instead, she watches in awe (and terror) as the girl slays the cashier -- who had apparently chased after her.

...She breathes heavily, having long stopped screaming. The girl's words barely process, but she recognizes condescension when she hears it.]

So I noticed.

[Not really. In fact, she hasn't seen any more of them -- yet -- but she no longer has problems believing it. Her eyes focus on the weapon as she asks, voice shaking:]

Who are you?

[Though with the tone she's using, she may as well have been asking, "Are you responsible for this?"]

[grappler]

[She might be looking out for people, but that doesn't mean she won't point out when she thinks people are being dumb.

With her free hand, she brushes her stray hair away from her face. The other woman sounded shaky -- and for good reason. She'll sound a little less harsh when she speaks up this time.]

Pi.

[She'll ignore the tone used, of course.]

And who are you?

[wedlocks]

[...The change in tone is noted, though she's still far from comfortable. There's a notable pause before she finally takes her eyes off Pi's weapon, and quietly she looks off to the side.]

...Katherine.

[That hardly matters now.

Her breathing does begin to slow, though. She her arms cling to her purse, but she's still not sure what to say. She looks like she's ready to bolt any second. Especially as she starts picturing Vincent in the middle of something like this.

He'd better be alright.]

I -- I can't stay.

[grappler]

[She can't hardly blame her, really. And when she looks like she's ready to bolt, she taps her foot on the ground briefly.]

Can you protect yourself?

[Despite how she might be reacting to the situation, she doesn't want to see anyone get hurt.]

Or do you have a way that you can, eventually?

[Maybe she might not have a weapon now, but she might later...]

[wedlocks]

[Calm. Deep breaths. Despite the initial attitude, Pi is trying to help... or at least that's how it seems. Katherine really wants to believe it right now, too.

Can she protect herself...?

Of course. Of course she can.]

I have a knife, but... it isn't anything like that. [Her hands pat at her purse, but her eyes are on Pi's weapon again.]

[grappler]

[She looks at her weapon as well, and ends up shrugging.]

It doesn't have to be. [She eyes the purse, where Katherine seems to be motioning that her weapon is...

Well, that's a mild relief. However, it doesn't answer one of her questions.]

And you can use it?

[Having a weapon =/= being able to use one. And she still looked pretty shocked, so she's making sure.]

[wedlocks]

[It doesn't have to be, but it would sure be nice if it was, she thinks. But she's used to this knife... it's her knife, so this is probably for the best.

She finally reaches into the purse for it, pulling it out by its handle. It's exactly where she thought it'd be.]

Yes. If... I have to.

[...She catches of a glimpse of her own reflection in the knife, startled by how badly shaken she is and how colorless her face appears. She looks away and lowers the knife as she makes eye contact with Pi.]

Do you know where they came from?

[grappler]

[It's still a little bit of pity on her expression as Katherine looks briefly at her knife. She pushes up her glasses, and shifts her weight.]

We probably shouldn't stand around here all day. Do you have anybody you can go back to?

[Or...something. She's only stayed safe so far because she's kept moving.]

[wedlocks]

[So... that's a no, then.

Katherine frowns as she pushes up her own glasses; though in truth, she hadn't cared much for an answer, anyway. Where these monsters came from... it's one less thing she knows about them, but if it matters, she'll figure it out.]

There's... someone I have to check on. [She releases a slow, quiet breath; still shaken, but calmer.] I think I can make it.

[Even if he might be a cheating bastard, a voice in her head taunts, but she is most definitely shaking those doubts away for now.]