Katie
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Katie Ann Grousewood
Species: Disease [miliary tb]
Gender: Female
Homeworld: an alternate earth
Height: 5'10
Weight: 158 lb
OOC Name: Peryton
|
Post by Katie on Feb 16, 2014 4:21:38 GMT
Trinity must've thought she was being soooo funny. A real comedian. Hahaha. Haha. Ha.
She was not in a motel; that much was obvious. There was no lingering smell of smoke and cat piss, no unsettling bangs, no train roaring by, nothing. The seedy hallmarks of the place Katie and her partner had been staying were completely absent. Largely because the motel itself was absent. She was outside, on the ground, getting dirt and grass and God knows what else on her cotton pajamas. Cotton. She could feel the stains setting in the fabric, but she didn't get up just yet. She was waiting for the punchline. She was waiting for Trinity to come out from wherever to laugh and jeer and make a big shidoo of leaving her out in the middle of the fucking wilderness. 'Wehwehweh good luck finding your shit, asshole' 'Have fun walking barefoot, hope you step on a bee', that sort of thing. But much to Katie's surprise and growing unease, Trinity's stupid pink-haired little head was no where to be seen.
No gloating meant she must have done something truly bad to upset her this time. But what? She'd left the cat alone as promised, hadn't dumped it anywhere, hadn't dragged Trinity to any more 'meetings'. Wait. Waaaaaait. Was this further payback for Florida? NO. No that was done with, fuckin' over. That dick couldn't just dredge up shit that happened months ago and use it as an excuse to dump her out wherever. They'd already played the stranded game.
Katie scrambled to her feet, scattering grass as she beat at her shirt and pants. She'd say it was unbelievable, but it was pretty par for the course for Trinity, and she was used to it. At least there wasn't anything they had to do. She had all the time in the world to walk back to the motel...or...the city. Damn, Trinity'd really gone all out on this one. They hadn't been anywhere near a city...How had she not woken up? Had...had her partner fucking drugged her, holy shit.
'What the fuck did I do?' She was honestly mystified. This was a lot of trouble for her to have gone to. Not to say that Trinity was against going to a lot of trouble to screw Katie over, but usually there was some sort of...reason...and Katie was quite sure she hadn't been enough of an asshole (recently, anyway) to warrant this kind of elaborate fuckery.
Knowing she was firmly in the right proved to be a pretty good motivator for walking. It made her rush and stub her toes too many times to count though and God if she stepped on one more frick frackin' stick--who invented nature who thought this shit was a good ide--uuuugh this was why she had a car--Trinity was dead so fucking dead--who did that pink-haired loser this she was--
Oh.
Ooooooooh. Oh no. O-oh Lord. Lord, why. As fearful as she was of making eye contact with what was probably the most expensively and tackiest dressed homeless she'd ever seen, Katie didn't even try not to stare. He was just so stare-at-able. The man she'd just spotted was wearing lingerie. Fine-ass woman's lingerie in a cut that hurt to look at, it was so...who the fuck designed that. Who. Who thought that was flattering ooooooh Lord in heaven why. Why would you waste perfectly good fabric like that? Literally the only saving grace of the cut and design was the fact that you could modify it to be more appealing, and that really, really wasn't saying much about the outfit. If you had to modify it beyond basic fitting, then it was a shit design and you were better off scrapping it. Your career was better off scrapping it. No good could possibly be gained from putting such a thing into production for horribly, horribly mistaken people to buy.
Staring done, she was gunna hightail it out of there before she could get mugged.
|
|
Uriah Tipper
Accepted Character
Nobody Will Ever Believe That You Are Hispanic
Posts: 17
Full Name: Uriah Vasilije Tipper
Species: Vampire (3/4)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'9
Weight: 154 lbs
OOC Name: Hugglez
|
Post by Uriah Tipper on Feb 16, 2014 5:03:42 GMT
baby you're the king and i'm the q u e en o f Uriah was having... problems.
He hadn't worn socks to bed. Of course he hadn't. Who wore socks to bed? Oh, wait, nobody. But, for the first time in his life, he was second-guessing that decision. Not wearing socks. What kind of douche doesn't wear socks to bed, Uriah? You. You, and now you and your feet are regretting it. His poor, dead skin was covered in nicks and tears from the surprisingly sharp leaf-litter and twigs that blanketed the ground-- actually, it wasn't even just limited to his feet. From brushing strange branches aside, his top half was also nicked up and dirty. There were leaves in his glorious, blond hair, and he was fucking furious about it. Lips pressed into a tight line, he battled through the trees, speaking angry Spanish under his breath.
And then the trees started to thin out, and he thought... he thought he could see...
A city? Wow. The anime thing had been right. Sure enough, in the way, way off distance, there was a cluster of buildings. Huh. He really hadn't been counting on any reliable directions from the fox girl, but the 'point to half the county' method had worked. He made a note to listen to strangers at a safe distance in the future. As far as he could see, it was lit up, too-- windows aglow with pretty little yellow lights-- and that certainly had to mean he was, at least, in the sixties. Which was tolerable. And maybe, if he was actually sent back in time, he might get to see... some people. Yeah. Uriah paused, breath catching in his throat. Then he coughed, loudly, and shoved those feelings right back down into the cold, black pit they'd bubbled up from.
He started to speedwalk, his face determined and goddamned sparkly.
He was going to get to that city, make some phone calls, and God dammit, he was going to get out of this shitty, shitty area. Purple skies. Bullshit. As he made his way across the increasingly-clear grass, he noticed there were no roads leading out of the far-off industrial metropolis. None, whatsoever. Not even shitty little dirt paths. Uriah paused, and then stopped altogether. He took in a shaky breath, and covered his face with his hands. He turned to his right, hoping he'd see something good. Something significant and hopefully road-like. Alas, he saw nothing of the sort. Trees, trees, a bush, more trees, a girl in pajamas, trees wait. Uriah's head snapped back in the girl's direction. A human being. He inhaled, pupils dilating. Oh, goodie. And it was an older girl, too, from what he could see. No one-sided conversations, no sir'ee. He balled his hands up into fists, then released them.
Too excitedly to ever be good, he continued to powerwalk over towards the girl.
"Hey. Yeah. You, pollita. Hey!" he waved at her. Then, "What'chu starin' at, pollita? You lookin' at my clothes?" Uriah paused.
He figured he could be a little bit ruder than he had been with the small child and the flying anime character. Actually, he didn't figure anything. He just reverted to his usual, shitty, shitty self.
"I know. They fuckin' preposterous. I get it."
|
|
Katie
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Katie Ann Grousewood
Species: Disease [miliary tb]
Gender: Female
Homeworld: an alternate earth
Height: 5'10
Weight: 158 lb
OOC Name: Peryton
|
Post by Katie on Feb 16, 2014 6:04:45 GMT
Oh wow no. No, rule number one of homeless people was 'do not engage'. You just weren't supposed to let yourself be alone and within grabbing distance of crazy white streetgrubbers who'd deluded themselves into thinking they were hispanic. They might touch you or solicit you for money that, thankfully, you didn't have right now. Or unthankfully. God, what if he got violent once he knew she didn't have any spare change. She would have stepped backward, but she found herself frozen in place with insurmountable fascination. Was that...no. People didn't actually buy that cologne. That was not a thing. She was hallucinating the sparkles, the smell, no.
And he knew. He fucking knew how ridiculous he looked and yet here he was, looking like that, out in the middle of the almost wilderness. Did his fellow panhandlers chase him out or something?
She was staring again. Nononono, abort. That was what had gotten him over in the first place; look at anything else. Absolutely anything, just force your head away, no? Eyes. Eyes, just start with the eyes move them up. Up towards the purple sky, just like she always did whenever-whenever the sky was purple.
Was she high. Was this what that was like. She was fucking high, she really had been drugged.
But the poorly dressed man looked so real, was that normal?
"I'm uhm...yeah, I'm just gunna go," she stammered, pointing at at the unnecessarily neon-lit city. "I mean I don't...you're so...Look, I don't know if you lost a bet or...or if this is what you choose to, for whatever inconceivable reason, dress in, or you know, if I'm like on a trip or something...but no. I'm sorry, I already have to put up with Trinity's complete lack of...no. I'm gunna leave you to it. Whatever it is. God. Shouldn't you be in, like, the inner-city or someth-you know what? No. I don't even care, I don't want to know, you just...take yourself and go anywhere else." Katie unglued herself from where she was standing, and began walking again. Hopefully the drugs would wear off soon so she'd be able to function with some amount of reliability.
|
|
Uriah Tipper
Accepted Character
Nobody Will Ever Believe That You Are Hispanic
Posts: 17
Full Name: Uriah Vasilije Tipper
Species: Vampire (3/4)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'9
Weight: 154 lbs
OOC Name: Hugglez
|
Post by Uriah Tipper on Feb 19, 2014 23:48:25 GMT
baby you're the king and i'm the q u e en o f Uriah wasn't really following her train of thought, but he had been insulted enough times to know that yeah, he was definitely being dissed.
His face would have gone red if it was able. Instead, his lips tightened, and he straightened his back, assuming the 'aggressive businessman' posture. The vampire started towards her, nostrils flared. His skin shimmered in the indeterminate light as he power walked, already formulating the controlled mouth diarrhea that was going to exit his oral sphincter very soon. He stared her down, pupils dilated for max gay visibility.
"Yo, what the fuck you sayin' about my clothes, huh? You tryin' to say they ain't nice? I'mma tell you something, chick. Regardless of the fuckin' cut, or however, this fucking outfit is more than you could afford, 'kay? Fucking silk, straight from China, and. not like, the ghetto sweatshop shit you probably wear. These were bought for me, so fuck you and your fucking insults and uncertainty bullshit, kay?! And--" he finally took a breath that he didn't really need, and then leaned in, blowing air out of his nostrils. "I... am... not... HOMELESS," he snarled. It was more like a shout, though, especially since he was so close. "I owN TEN PROPERTIES, THANK YOU. I DON'T EVEN HAVE ONE. SPECIFIC. HOME." A vein in his neck was bulging. As he got more upset, his voice rose in pitch. "UNACCEPTABLE"
He turned sharp on his heel, nose in the air. He fanned himself, taking deep breaths. The calm was almost interrupted by the realization that he couldn't even turn and bitch to Andrew. Uriah chewed on his cheek hard.
"I am wearing twenty four karat gold flake lotion. I am not a fucking homeless," he whispered.
He turned around again.
"Now that we have that little dispute all settled... who the fuck are you."
No question marks. Just demands.
|
|
Katie
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Katie Ann Grousewood
Species: Disease [miliary tb]
Gender: Female
Homeworld: an alternate earth
Height: 5'10
Weight: 158 lb
OOC Name: Peryton
|
Post by Katie on Feb 21, 2014 6:43:10 GMT
"Excuse you?" Nobody told her shit about clothes. Like who the fuck did he think he was? How dare he presume to know a goddamn thing about what qualified for fine clothing while wearing that, bought for him or not. "More than I could afford? How about more than I'd ever pay. Let me tell you something--I've been in the industry a long time, and that, without a fucking doubt, has got to be the most egregious waste of silk I have ever seen. I don't care where it came from, I don't care who designed it, and I don't care who bought it; because none of that can change the fact that it is a horrible outfit. Congratulations, you are the unjustifiably proud owner of the most tasteless thing this side of wherever the fuck I am."
'Ghetto sweatshop shit you probably wear'. Ghetto. Sweatshop. Shit. The phrase smashed around in her head with enough force to cause brain damage. And it must've, because for a brief moment she managed to completely forget the fact that she was no longer an active member of the fashion industry. She did, however, remember not to apologize for thinking he was homeless.
"Settled? Settled? Nothing's fucking settled. I do not wear shitty sweatshop clothes, okay, I'm a fucking designer, you little shit. I have been to Paris, Milan, New York; I've done the whole fucking circuit, and not as some cheap, Vogue-hoarding, idol seeker that has to sneak in while everyone's got their back turned but as a fucking exhibitor." She was so much like a vicious little animal at this point that it was truly a wonder that she didn't start foaming at the mouth. "Do...Do you know how hard it is to get into fashion week? Any fashion week? Are you aware of the time and the money that has to be spent...God, and even then you're not guaranteed a spot because there's only so few once all the established companies and designers have been accommodated..." Deep breaths, Katie, deep breaths. "The point is, I know what I'm talking about when I deign to have an opinion on something that's only worth is as scrap silk, as a building block for something -hopefully- less hideous. Don't even try to defend it. I can't even fathom why you'd let it on your body...like even if it was a gift, why?" she snorted and tossed her hair. "And don't you fucking dare imply that my clothes are anything less than top goddamn notch."
She glanced down at her pajamas and grimaced a little. That last bit would have been a lot easier to pull off if she'd been wearing actual clothes, and of course, if Mr. Ten Properties didn't own ten fucking properties. That she was better than some destitute homeless man was a given. Someone with a couple cents to their name though? A little more proof of her worth was needed. Which Katie didn't have. Because she was stranded for the moment like she fucking deserved.
Threatened by his affluence now in the way that only a rich girl cut off from her own funds could be, she floundered accordingly-- "I mean, I uh, know I'm a little 'my other car is a Porsche' right now, but. Yeah. Other clothes."--before finding her footing again and perking right up. "Now it's settled." The blonde crossed her arms. "As for who I am, I'm Katie, and as I'm sure this is going to be an isolated incident, that's all you need to know." Pursing her lips, she added "Well, that and all the other shit I just went through."
|
|
Uriah Tipper
Accepted Character
Nobody Will Ever Believe That You Are Hispanic
Posts: 17
Full Name: Uriah Vasilije Tipper
Species: Vampire (3/4)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'9
Weight: 154 lbs
OOC Name: Hugglez
|
Post by Uriah Tipper on Mar 2, 2014 3:34:15 GMT
baby you're the king and i'm the q u e en o f He just... stood there, nostrils flaring.
How fuckin'... sassy. She was right though. That fact stood up at him, unbelievably huge and uncomfortably true. That didn't make him any less pissed off, though. He tugged at his flimsy collar sharply, face contorting into an interesting array of scowls before it stopped. Uriah straightened up and became... too... still to be comfortable. He didn't even blink for that moment. But then, and it hearkened back to the 1966 version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, he smiled. It was a little smile at first. Soon, it evolved into a big old shit-eating grin, showing off perfect, perfect teeth with silly, exaggerated canines. He was pretty and it sucked.
He just stood there, hands behind his back.
"Very my other car is a Porsche," he agreed, voice and sudden, easy manner infuriatingly condescending. "But aren't all our other cars Porsches? Let's be honest here, though, Porsche is a questionable brand with ugly designs. Yeah, they're sports cars but come on, ese, you gotta be joking with that silhouette. Looks like a fucking dolphin, tho." He paused.
Uriah was going to mention the fact that she was being really salty and he was also considering striking her down where she fucking stood, precisely up until the moment that he realized he definitely wasn't in a position to be doing so. After spending so much time in the lap of violent luxury, he was used to being able to automatically pull a gun, and he couldn't now. So he was stuck. Seeing that diplomacy was his best option, he reined his sassy in and coughed.
"Martin," he told her, but didn't offer his hand. "So what the fuck else happen to you that you so shaken up about? It's only, you know. Fucking purple sky. This is fucking preposterous."
Purple sky. Purple God damned sky and he was not over it at all. Even a little bit. Uriah flexed his fingers.
|
|
Katie
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Katie Ann Grousewood
Species: Disease [miliary tb]
Gender: Female
Homeworld: an alternate earth
Height: 5'10
Weight: 158 lb
OOC Name: Peryton
|
Post by Katie on Mar 3, 2014 5:48:08 GMT
When he went still, she was almost concerned that she went too far. Almost. But then she reminded herself that she'd gone precisely as far as she'd meant to, and he could shove any offense he took right up his ass. He didn't start yelling and working himself up again though, he just...grinned? And as it dawned on her that she'd made a severe misstep in admitting she wasn't looking her best, a scream of frustration started to build. She didn't let it out, but all the same it was painfully obvious that there was some screaming going on. Very loud, very visceral internal screaming.
Dealing with her partner should've taught her by now that you never give people ammo on a goddamn silver fucking platter.
She took a ragged breath, "No, no they're not. No one's other car is actually a Porsche-" she had to cover her mouth and look away. Not because she didn't agree that a good many Porches bore an uncanny resemblance to yes, dolphins, but because she was going to laugh and she wanted very much not to laugh. No giggling, no, she was still in a state of pissed off.
"Martin," Katie looked back up. "So what the fuck else happen to you that you so shaken up about? It's only, you know. Fucking purple sky. This is fucking preposterous." She removed her hand from her mouth to use it to point up at the sky.
"Wait, that's...that up there is actually a thing? Okay. Okay, well then that for starters is a pretty good reason, I think, for me to be losing my fucking shit. Like, I don't even know where I am right now, and there's you with your...you." Her fingers were at her temples now, rubbing them as though that might help to make everything right itself. Blue sky, known location, no Martin. "I thought my partner and I were done with this shit, okay like, this is the second time this year that this has been done to me, this whole. Moving me. Bullshit. And you know, the lake. The lake was totally uncalled for, but this. This is fucking-" she closed her eyes. "Just this. All of this-" she said, opening her eyes again and gesturing sharply at the surrounding landscape with a hand "-is what happened to me. Me being here is very distressing, can you understand that? Like I don't actually think I need to have had anything else happen to me today for me to be like this. I think I've met the minimum requirements for being fucking upset by waking up in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Do you even know where this is?"
|
|
Uriah Tipper
Accepted Character
Nobody Will Ever Believe That You Are Hispanic
Posts: 17
Full Name: Uriah Vasilije Tipper
Species: Vampire (3/4)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'9
Weight: 154 lbs
OOC Name: Hugglez
|
Post by Uriah Tipper on Mar 4, 2014 4:44:45 GMT
baby you're the king and i'm the q u e en o f He could smell the discomfort on her, and it was glorious.
Speaking of smell. She smelled like a tuberculosis ward, and that was never good. He decided he didn't particularly care, though, because her dying was her problem and he couldn't get sick, anyway. Uriah jerked his head to flip his hair, and continued to smile like the condescending dingleberry that he was. He just stood there, and even though he was just as distressed about having been unceremoniously translocated? She, this Katie, was showing it, and he wasn't. That filled him with a shitty, rotten sense of security that he was quite used to feeling. He became suddenly very comfortable again.
"No," he answered. "I have nothing even fucking close to a clue where I am, actually."
Uriah purposely said he to further reassure himself by enforcing the fact that yes, this was still about him and nobody else. He was lost, he needed to get home, this was his problem. But boy, was it entertaining, watching her squirm. He coughed, and glanced up at the sky. Still purple.
"But... the lake, tho? Like, what kind of partner do you even have, dumps you in what, a lake?" He laughed until he realized that was the exact kind of shit Andrew would do to him. He coughed, and his face went slack."But no. I'm two hundred percent done with this shit and it's been. Maybe half a day."
He rubbed his face and sparkled.
|
|
Katie
Accepted Character
Posts: 6
Full Name: Katie Ann Grousewood
Species: Disease [miliary tb]
Gender: Female
Homeworld: an alternate earth
Height: 5'10
Weight: 158 lb
OOC Name: Peryton
|
Post by Katie on Apr 20, 2014 0:55:02 GMT
Wow. So helpful. She couldn’t have gotten a better answer if she’d stooped down and asked a nearby rock. Or maybe she could’ve, because at least the rock wouldn’t have flipped its hair like some kind of overly heterosexual member of a late 90’s boyband. “That’s great. That’s...really great.” Whatever, someone in the city would know, and as soon as she found out where she was she could get some money for some actual clothes so she wouldn’t have to walk around in her pajamas. She moved to take a step backwards so she could begin to extricate herself from Martin’s condescension, but found that couldn’t. She was frozen in place. She’d been asked about her partner, and Katie never passed up an opportunity to talk shit about that asshole. “I have the kind that actively seeks to-stop laughing-ruin my life.” she drug a hand down her face and groaned, “She’s just so horrible to me. She has had something against my happiness from day one. She won’t leave me alone about my business--Like she’ll complain when I go without her to a meeting, but then when I take her she won’t fucking chill ooout...She backseat drives, puts her nasty feet on my dash, has gotten several of my cars impounded for literally no fuckin’ reason...she...she poured syrup into the barrel of my rifle and fucked up the engine of my Opala so bad I had to gut it and you know what, to this day I still don’t know exactly what she did. I mean it was horrible. She is horrible.” she inhaled sharply. "But the fucking lake. She put me out on a fucking lake in the middle of the night when we were camping just because I stranded her in the Gobi Desert, and it was some serious bullshit let me tell you, because I was in the right when I stranded her-"She would have gone on, but storm clouds were beginning to gather overhead, willfully oblivious to the murderous glare Kate directed at them. Nothing in her life ever required asking to get worse; whenever it could everything just went and plunged right on to the pits. Of course it was going to start raining, and if there was any justice in the world, it would not be the last time she got soaked.
|
|