fandomhighdorms | First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday Morning

This was one of those mornings were Kate just woke up way too early and couldn't go back to sleep with the way thoughts were just whirring around in her head. After trying anyway, she'd given up and headed down to the salle for a half-mandatory pre-class practice session, intended to center her again, and maybe reduce her stress levels about whichever way certain people she wasn't even supposed to pay attention to were probably going to be interacting in class.

Even a good while spent attacking dummies hadn't killed all the time she had left before her class that was still hours away, though, and she found herself having a need to just take it easy now. With some video games. And the rec room was the perfect place for that since she'd never gotten around to hauling her XBox to Fandom even though it was just gathering dust back home. Not like Marshall ever played anything without her.

She parked her ass on a couch, controller in hand, and made herself comfortable. ~~Meta for~~ Little Big Planet was totally good practice for her reflexes too, right?

[ooc: Open like a rec room! ETA: There is a good chance of SP until my evening. Today is weeeird for me.]

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"It's Valerie," Kate told his back, dryly, watching him. "That's how much of a clue you've got."

A little quieter, she added, "Don't even like people touching my neck anymore, how's that for interesting?" It was one of those things that just wanted to get said aloud. She wasn't sure he'd even hear it, and didn't particularly care.

"It's not Valerie. We've already established that so please, feel free to amend your view on how much of a clue I've got," he said, rolling his eyes at that lame attempt at showing him up. He did stop at the door though but didn't turn around.

"What's the deal with your neck?" he wondered after a moment. "Bad bondage memory?"

"Bad memory," she replied after a pause, her voice even, though her eyes weren't on him anymore. "Same bad memory that has made you a human nightlight, actually."

"Hmm. Sure it'll go away at some point," he said, shrugging another shoulder and tapping his fingers against the bottom of his cigarette pack. "You're not the only one with bad memories."

"I know." She did. Right at this moment she wasn't feeling self-centered enough not to. "This one's just... fresh. And kind of a pileup of bad things. And if that makes me a bitch, I'm sorry."

"Well, you are a bitch," he said bluntly but he'd said it lightly, a little more at ease. "And that's your true personality. It's when you decide to pretend and go into hiding that makes me wonder."

He shrugged though and glanced over his shoulder at her. "Your life though. You wanna hide, feel free. Just don't expect people not to call you on it if it's obvious."

Kate glanced over at him, giving a tiny little shrug of her own. "You're the only one who thinks it's obvious." And she was pretty sure she knew why there was no one else. Leto was far away, Marshall didn't see her enough or maybe thought the change was for the better, Bod wasn't allowed close enough to notice, Hannibal... wasn't Hannibal. And Mitchell had too much of his own crap.

Nathan was the only one who was looking. "Everyone else just lets me do what I want."

"And who cares about me, right?" No one else did. He was trash. Nathan shrugged and reached up for his cigarette again. "Do what you want, Kate. It's not like I can stop you. You and I both know it's not you though."

Edited 2011-02-02 16:49 (UTC)

"I care about you." Was she not meant to say that? Too bad. "But that doesn't mean I don't get to make my own decisions. Those two things aren't mutually exclusive."

"Yeah, you care about me. I'm sure that's true," he said because he couldn't make himself believe it. Been awhile since anyone had done that for him and it left a mark.

"Make your own decisions, Kate, I don't give a rat's ass. You know what I think. I just thought I'd be honest for once since apparently, you're not getting that from anywhere else. But really, I need a smoke. See you later."

With that, he was out the door and down the hall, rolling the cigarette around between his fingers and pasting that smile back on his face.

First Floor Rec Room, Tuesday Morning

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