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minglingworlds2014-03-31 04:27 pm
wedlocks) wrote in minglingworlds2014-03-31 04:27 pm
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katherine in streets ( katherine | open )
(( 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.]
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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[The idea of home is enough to motivate her. Not that Katherine makes habit out of inviting over strangers, but he did save her, and things are apparently more dire than she'd realized...
She sighs. She never did get the water she stopped for, but hopefully there would be enough left.
She'll worry about it later.]
This way, then. It'll just be a couple more blocks.
[And so they go, turning a corner first thing.]
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Despite his smile to put her at ease, he's pretty tense. Monsters could be lurking anywhere, and it's impossible for him to tell. So he keeps a hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes peeled for any hint of danger.
They turn the corner without any problems, but honestly, the silence just makes him more tense.
... ... ...]
It's a good thing we're not that far from it.
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... ... Katherine nods with ease. It's a small thing, but the reminder that they don't have very far to go does help somewhat. She knows this route like the back of her hand.]
Yes, it is. I don't tend to travel very far, unless my work requires it...
[She sighs quietly, as if trying to keep focus.]
Sometimes I stop by that store on the way home, when I don't have time to shop for groceries.
[TODAY...was apparently not that day.]
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I see... Haaa, I suppose those monsters ruined your shopping plans?
[He shakes his head.]
I'm sorry to hear that.
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[She's a big girl. She generally knows how to adjust herself when her plans go awry, but she hadn't been expecting undead corpses. Zombies.
... ...
They keep going.]
Listen. I hate to ask, since it seems like this is your first time here... but have you ever seen those things before? Or... anything like them?
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I'm afraid not... it's the first time I've ever seen them. They're pretty horrifying though, aren't they?
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[She hadn't been expecting much from his answer, though maybe a part of her had hoped. Hadn't he been pretty skilled with that sword, after all? Still... maybe if they talk about it more, she can work something out about them...]
It's like something you'd expect to see in some second-rate horror movie. Our town isn't usually like this. [Obviously.]
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I understand that. And honestly, I'm glad to hear it. That sounds like it'd be a terrible place to live.
[zombies would make real estate prices go down so far.]
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What I mean is that I never even believed in them before today. But you're right.
[She pauses then, realizing how little she knows about him yet still.]
What kind of place did you live in, before coming here?
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You've heard of them before, then...?
[...oh.]
Ah--but I'm from the Kingdom of Clarines!
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Particularly when he answers the question.]
It must be a pretty secluded place if you haven't heard of zombies.
[btw that's what they are. Also probably a nice way of saying "what rock have you been living under" -- don't mind her.]
Just think of them as undead monsters.