Cara wasn't packing, not really if you asked her. She wasn't really the type to acquire a great many possessions, and she tended to keep anything she didn't want to lose already packed so she could grab them and her weapons without wasting time if there was need. So it should have been easy enough just to leave it at that ( Read more... )

Occasionally, (especially when she was left alone with her thoughts too long) Cara got into moods where she just had to do something, anything, be it starting a fight, other, even more fun physical activities, or, as the case was tonight, rearranging every piece of furniture in her room, then moving it all back to their original places, and ( Read more... )

It had taken her well, a week, basically, but Cara had finally managed to get every single, solitary speck of glitter off of her leathers. Or rather out of, since it was the glitter on the inside that had been the real problem ( Read more... )

After closing her door, Cara just barely managed to care enough to toe off her (red) boots and pull off her (red) gloves before letting herself collapse on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

That was a week. Even just the confusing parts, let alone where she'd gone along with the completely insane plan, taught a utterly stupid class or done what ( Read more... )

This weather. This. Weather.

Just when Cara had thought the heat had abated enough she could go back to wearing her leathers, she'd managed to get just far enough in the open to be completely devoid of cover when a brief, yet violent, thunderstorm had passed. Naturally, naturally, she'd gotten soaked though to the skin, and while her leathers ( Read more... )

Cara sat cross legged on her bed, leathers draped across the covers. Usually she wore Richard's shirt when she cleaned them, but she also usually didn't have an impressive collection of half-healed bruises either ( Read more... )

Right now Cara was discovering why consuming most of a bottle of tequila in one sitting was not the best idea, no matter how much emotional anaesthetic you needed ( Read more... )

Cara was sprawled out across the bed. Alone. And if last night had hardly been the social highlight of her year, it hadn't been unpleasant either.

She still thought that pie fountain was a patently ridiculous idea though.

[Mainly for the kid, whose paternity is NFB please.]

After the first week of post-break classes, Cara was looking forward to a nice quiet night in.

Sadly, her player Fandom had other plans for her. Furrier plans. Adorable plans.

Chittering furiously, Cara eventually emerged from the pile of her leathers in a tiny, fuzzy ball of chipmunkly annoyance.

Great. Not again.

[ooc: establishy]

By now, Cara was just about ready to climb the walls ( Read more... )