Dog Day Afternoon
Characters: Kate, Open
Rating: TBD
Time Period: After Dog is Dead [future current}]
Location: Outside the castle in the melting snow.
Relative Date: Current
Status: Open to multiple threads
Kate found pristine snow that was hard to do. It would be an easy thing to find Kate, all one had to do was follow her tracks. Having to argue about killing a dog, after everything it left a bad tasted in her mouth. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand or respect their opinions; after everything Kate had been through it just seemed so pointless. Everything here did.
Once again she wanted to say goodbye to the snow. Not as playful this time, Kate was carefully walking, like a lone child hunting for a playmate. At times she matched her prints with other footprints, wandering about the people leaving them. She sent out vibes to the universe, no Sawyer, no Juliet. Not today, it would make her mood fall.
Pulling off her coat, like a monkey she was up the tree, the only sign she was there the coat on the ground, and of course the footsteps in the melting snow.
Rating: TBD
Time Period: After Dog is Dead [future current}]
Location: Outside the castle in the melting snow.
Relative Date: Current
Status: Open to multiple threads
Kate found pristine snow that was hard to do. It would be an easy thing to find Kate, all one had to do was follow her tracks. Having to argue about killing a dog, after everything it left a bad tasted in her mouth. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand or respect their opinions; after everything Kate had been through it just seemed so pointless. Everything here did.
Once again she wanted to say goodbye to the snow. Not as playful this time, Kate was carefully walking, like a lone child hunting for a playmate. At times she matched her prints with other footprints, wandering about the people leaving them. She sent out vibes to the universe, no Sawyer, no Juliet. Not today, it would make her mood fall.
Pulling off her coat, like a monkey she was up the tree, the only sign she was there the coat on the ground, and of course the footsteps in the melting snow.