[Insert witty title here]
Who: Kate and Billy
When: Wednesday of "I Quit" week
Where: Kate's room, 3D
Summary: After four days of screaming, respawning tvs and little sleep, Kate isn't in the best of moods. She's trying her hardest not to seem bothered, but it's a little obvious that she is. At least it is to Billy, who probably knows her better than most people.
Rating: PG13? Idk
Warnings: Everything that goes with this week?
Kate liked to think that she was pretty strong when it came to most things. She had fought aliens, villains from the 30th century and terrorist groups. Let it never be said that she was in any way weak. This week, though, was testing her resolve big time. All the screams and seeing people she cared about being tortured on tv...it was all just a little too much for her. Not to mention the fact that the tvs just came back when someone destroyed them. She couldn't even get a break by smashing the damn thing. Earlier that day she had caught the clips of Tommy again on the tv out in the common room of her suite, which she had left on after retreating to her room. Now she was seated on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest and chin resting on them as she stared blankly off into space, trying to mentally drown out the screaming. This week sucked. She was sick of the screaming, sick of the tvs and sick of the not sleeping because of the screaming. Like hell she was pressing that button on the wall though. It was obviously a trap. There were no easy ways out in life. It just didn't work like that. Instead she was just going to stay seated on her bed, pretending she couldn't hear the screaming. Only three more days....
When: Wednesday of "I Quit" week
Where: Kate's room, 3D
Summary: After four days of screaming, respawning tvs and little sleep, Kate isn't in the best of moods. She's trying her hardest not to seem bothered, but it's a little obvious that she is. At least it is to Billy, who probably knows her better than most people.
Rating: PG13? Idk
Warnings: Everything that goes with this week?
Kate liked to think that she was pretty strong when it came to most things. She had fought aliens, villains from the 30th century and terrorist groups. Let it never be said that she was in any way weak. This week, though, was testing her resolve big time. All the screams and seeing people she cared about being tortured on tv...it was all just a little too much for her. Not to mention the fact that the tvs just came back when someone destroyed them. She couldn't even get a break by smashing the damn thing. Earlier that day she had caught the clips of Tommy again on the tv out in the common room of her suite, which she had left on after retreating to her room. Now she was seated on her bed, knees pulled up to her chest and chin resting on them as she stared blankly off into space, trying to mentally drown out the screaming. This week sucked. She was sick of the screaming, sick of the tvs and sick of the not sleeping because of the screaming. Like hell she was pressing that button on the wall though. It was obviously a trap. There were no easy ways out in life. It just didn't work like that. Instead she was just going to stay seated on her bed, pretending she couldn't hear the screaming. Only three more days....