(no subject)
WHO: steamologist & notquiteidol.
WHERE: NOHoPE.
WHEN: After this conversation.
WARNINGS: British profanity forever.
SUMMARY: K.K. comes to pay Spike a visit.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever inside.
Hospitals made her uncomfortable. As a teenager, she'd always imagined that if the government caught them, they would have taken her and the other FreakAngels to a place like this, tied them down maybe and put sharp objects through their eyes to their brains, trying to dissect out whatever it was that made them so powerful. Now, in the present, she looked out of place -- heavy boots, wild hair, leather jacket -- dark against the white walls.
She signed in, scrawled her name on the sheet at the front desk, gives up her motorcycle helmet and her knife before they let her in and walk her back to Spike's room. K.K. stood back as the orderly opened the door for her; she let herself in without knocking or any grand announcement of her arrival. Instead, her greeting comes wryly after a moment.
"So, are you fucking decent?"
WHERE: NOHoPE.
WHEN: After this conversation.
WARNINGS: British profanity forever.
SUMMARY: K.K. comes to pay Spike a visit.
FORMAT: Para to start, whatever inside.
Hospitals made her uncomfortable. As a teenager, she'd always imagined that if the government caught them, they would have taken her and the other FreakAngels to a place like this, tied them down maybe and put sharp objects through their eyes to their brains, trying to dissect out whatever it was that made them so powerful. Now, in the present, she looked out of place -- heavy boots, wild hair, leather jacket -- dark against the white walls.
She signed in, scrawled her name on the sheet at the front desk, gives up her motorcycle helmet and her knife before they let her in and walk her back to Spike's room. K.K. stood back as the orderly opened the door for her; she let herself in without knocking or any grand announcement of her arrival. Instead, her greeting comes wryly after a moment.
"So, are you fucking decent?"