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The sound of the Jaws of Life grated Kat's last remaining nerve. Her legs were in immense pain, her car was wrecked, and she had the headache from hell. Not even the smoke flowing into her lungs made it better. "Can you kindly turn that thing down, please?" she snapped.
The fireman (who looked no older than 20, Kat noticed) gave her a dopey grin. "Sure," he replied, "I'll just set it on quiet mode."
The sarcasm was either lost on Kat, or she just didn't care. "That would be good," she murmured, bending down to pick up her purse as the Jaws of Life revved up again. The last thing she heard was the sound of her airbag being deployed...
Kat's eyes snapped open, and she took a gasping breath, dark eyes blinking frantically. She sat up on the couch, tangling a hand in her hair. "What the hell?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes as the unfamiliar room met her eyes. She swung her legs over the side of the couch. She had just had the most screwed up dream, about a car wreck, a pregnant lady, Death's Design... Looking back, it was so ridiculous.
Despite that, the woman couldn't think straight, and her legs still hurt like hell. Sighing, Kat pulled out her cigarettes (which, she was happy to note, were still in her pocket), then looked for her lighter. She seemed oblivious to the fact she clearly wasn't home anymore - and to the fact she had blood all over her face. Right now, she just needed a smoke. "Anyone got a light?" she finally asks, out of sheer annoyance more than anything.
[[OOC: Kat Jennings from Final Destination 2, immediately after her death. Yes, I'm mean. Have fun trying to explain things to her.]]
The fireman (who looked no older than 20, Kat noticed) gave her a dopey grin. "Sure," he replied, "I'll just set it on quiet mode."
The sarcasm was either lost on Kat, or she just didn't care. "That would be good," she murmured, bending down to pick up her purse as the Jaws of Life revved up again. The last thing she heard was the sound of her airbag being deployed...
Kat's eyes snapped open, and she took a gasping breath, dark eyes blinking frantically. She sat up on the couch, tangling a hand in her hair. "What the hell?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes as the unfamiliar room met her eyes. She swung her legs over the side of the couch. She had just had the most screwed up dream, about a car wreck, a pregnant lady, Death's Design... Looking back, it was so ridiculous.
Despite that, the woman couldn't think straight, and her legs still hurt like hell. Sighing, Kat pulled out her cigarettes (which, she was happy to note, were still in her pocket), then looked for her lighter. She seemed oblivious to the fact she clearly wasn't home anymore - and to the fact she had blood all over her face. Right now, she just needed a smoke. "Anyone got a light?" she finally asks, out of sheer annoyance more than anything.
[[OOC: Kat Jennings from Final Destination 2, immediately after her death. Yes, I'm mean. Have fun trying to explain things to her.]]