001. [holo] was that the wrong pill to take?
"I know, I know, in one damn minute, now would you just for the love of baby Jesus let me--" That is a soft, breathy voice with an Appalachian accent that's marked, although (mostly, probably) perfectly comprehensible. The voice is attached to a tall woman made even taller by a pair of black pumps, wearing hose, a black pencil skirt, and a black blouse perhaps a size too tight around the chest and certainly unbuttoned to a fascinating degree. She's also wearing fuzzy cat ears.
"--oh, now, this is not where I was gonna be." Cat sighs heavily, reaching up to pull her ridiculous ears off before she lights the cigarette in her hand and, for lack of pockets, tucks her lighter down the front of her shirt before doing up a few of those buttons.
"I have lost my damn mind, I swear," she mutters, taking a deep drag off her cigarette, and her apparently casual attitude barely hides her nervousness and shock; it's just that inexplicable things happen to her all the time, only to end up explained shortly after one way or another, and if she kept getting worked up every single time she'd give herself a heart attack. "All right. I hope I ain't been kidnapped, that'd ruin my whole day--not that it's not already a mess, but there you go, that's life - Jesus, girl, are you talking to yourself? Maybe you are crazy."
She picks up the tablet, since it's the one thing in this room besides the door she can really do anything with, and starts fiddling with it. Because what else is there to do?
"If this is a sign I need to take a vacation I'm moving to Florida, soon as I get back, you mark my damn words." Cat Lachance, Taxon, smoking like a champion and dangling half of a bad Halloween costume from one hand.
"--oh, now, this is not where I was gonna be." Cat sighs heavily, reaching up to pull her ridiculous ears off before she lights the cigarette in her hand and, for lack of pockets, tucks her lighter down the front of her shirt before doing up a few of those buttons.
"I have lost my damn mind, I swear," she mutters, taking a deep drag off her cigarette, and her apparently casual attitude barely hides her nervousness and shock; it's just that inexplicable things happen to her all the time, only to end up explained shortly after one way or another, and if she kept getting worked up every single time she'd give herself a heart attack. "All right. I hope I ain't been kidnapped, that'd ruin my whole day--not that it's not already a mess, but there you go, that's life - Jesus, girl, are you talking to yourself? Maybe you are crazy."
She picks up the tablet, since it's the one thing in this room besides the door she can really do anything with, and starts fiddling with it. Because what else is there to do?
"If this is a sign I need to take a vacation I'm moving to Florida, soon as I get back, you mark my damn words." Cat Lachance, Taxon, smoking like a champion and dangling half of a bad Halloween costume from one hand.