Natural sort of grace

Feb 15, 2008 18:14

Kate should have figured that after the clothes box's overwhelming generosity for her wedding, it would put her through a dry patch. Not that clothes is even what she's needing. Trainers. Just one pair of proper running trainers would be great. The sole of her left shoe is flapping somewhat ominously as she reaches the end of her run and moves into ( Read more... )

augustus knickel, peter smith-kingsley, kate mcnab, evey hammond, dean winchester

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worse_on_friday February 16 2008, 01:17:10 UTC
Gus was smoking on the sand when he saw Kate fall. His cigarette forgotten, he jogged over to her, squatting down beside her and holding out his hands.

"Oh, Jesus, Kate. I felt that one."

He gave her a crooked smile.

"Come on. Let's get you up."

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new_ophelia February 16 2008, 01:33:25 UTC
"I totally bought it," she murmurs, letting Gus pull her up and rolling her eyes. She doesn't even need the glance down to know she's covered in sand. Not to mention the sand invading up, down, and underneath her clothing. "Jesus," she sighs, brushing some sand off her arm and wincing a little at the sting.

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worse_on_friday February 16 2008, 01:37:20 UTC
Gus brushed a little of the sand off of Kate's leg, as high on the leg of a married woman as he's comfortable touching, anyway.

"You're not bleeding are you? Just scuffed up?"

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new_ophelia February 16 2008, 01:55:07 UTC
"Yeah, I mean no. I'm not bleeding I don't think," she says, shooting him an embarrassed smile. "God, I shouldn't be allowed outside by myself. It's in my hair and all down my shorts," she snorts, squirming around.

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weary_head February 16 2008, 04:03:42 UTC
"How come every girl I meet in this place is face down on the ground?" Dean asked as he knelt down beside her. "It's me, isn't it? Tell me it's me."

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new_ophelia February 16 2008, 04:16:37 UTC
Kate peeks an eye open and squints at the vaguely familar face. "If I blame you do I look like less of an ass?" she mutters, cringing as she spits out sand.

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weary_head February 16 2008, 04:43:54 UTC
Her butt's kinda cute, sticking up in the air like that. "I have that effect on everybody," said Dean, leaning back to avoid the sand. Apparently, even on women who look like Rachel McAdams.

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new_ophelia February 16 2008, 04:48:59 UTC
"That," she grunts as she pushes herself into a seated position, sand raining down, "is quite a talent." She straightens an arm out and carefully brushes sand out of a scrape. "I'm Kate, by the way. I do this a lot, it seems. Hi."

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vendettaevey February 16 2008, 17:31:50 UTC
Evey had been walking along the treeline, staying in the shade to avoid getting too warm, when Kate had run by. Evey had smiled but not called to the other woman since she didn't wish to disturb her.

That of course had changed once Kate had fallen, and Evey hurried over.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, crouching next to Kate and looking the other woman over.

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new_ophelia February 17 2008, 05:09:14 UTC
"Probably," she mutters into the sand. "God, I really wiped out." She pushes up carefully and shakes sand out of her hair.

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vendettaevey February 17 2008, 05:19:17 UTC
"I hope you don't mind if I agree with you. You did take quite a tumble, though at least it was on sand, which is a bit more forgiving," Evey replies with a little smile and a flash of humor.

"Do you need to go to the clinic or just wait for your breath to return?"

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new_ophelia February 17 2008, 05:33:43 UTC
"I'm fine," she says, waving a hand dismissively. "Just a scraped up side and bruised ego. If I even have any ego left." She squints up at Evey and sighs. "What were you doing out here before my display?"

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aminorkey February 21 2008, 21:13:33 UTC
Peter hears the sound before he sees anyone and once he discovers her, a hand is given without a single remark about the fall. "Troubles?" he inquires lightly.

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new_ophelia February 21 2008, 21:20:30 UTC
Kate raises her face and spits out some sand. "Always," she says grimly, reaching up to take his hand.

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aminorkey February 21 2008, 21:30:42 UTC
That, really, is unavoidable and Peter laughs gently as he tugs her up, other hand bracing her wrist to be as gentle as possible. "I suppose it's simply a matter of the sand adoring you. It can't be without you."

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new_ophelia February 21 2008, 21:57:13 UTC
"I think it's a matter of me being a spazz," she sighs as she tries to decide where to start brushing off first. "But I like your theory better."

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