case no. 1 ₪ [action]
[Kate Beckett's found her way into the third floor library. She's only been at the Manor for about 45 minutes; the bulk of that spent poking around the bedroom, and a good ten minutes of that staring at her nameplate on the door.
She wondered for a while if she was dead. The last thing she remembers before waking up in the room is being shot, and Castle leaning over her. This isn't exactly how she'd imagined the afterlife - Kate never really gave much thought to that kind of thing. She dealt with death everyday. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell over the hereafter.
So now she's busied herself poking through books. Specifically, she is now holding a hardcover copy of Heat Wave, by Richard Castle. And she's staring at the cover with the most neutral expression ever.]
You have got to be kidding me. I can't even get away from Nikki Heat when I'm dead?
[Yeah, okay, so there might be some denial issues here. Shoving the book under her arm, she pulls out the blackberry she found on the pillow in the room she woke up in. It has to be a clue.] I can't be dead. And if I'm going, it's not like this.
She wondered for a while if she was dead. The last thing she remembers before waking up in the room is being shot, and Castle leaning over her. This isn't exactly how she'd imagined the afterlife - Kate never really gave much thought to that kind of thing. She dealt with death everyday. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell over the hereafter.
So now she's busied herself poking through books. Specifically, she is now holding a hardcover copy of Heat Wave, by Richard Castle. And she's staring at the cover with the most neutral expression ever.]
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You have got to be kidding me. I can't even get away from Nikki Heat when I'm dead?
[Yeah, okay, so there might be some denial issues here. Shoving the book under her arm, she pulls out the blackberry she found on the pillow in the room she woke up in. It has to be a clue.] I can't be dead. And if I'm going, it's not like this.