Kitty is in her room, the door left open, peering at her reflection in the mirror. She wears one of her costume suits, smoothing out the wrinkles with her hands, frowning at a worn patch on the sleeve. She's taken her false fall off, and now runs her fingers through her own hair, measuring the length of it -- past her chin now, it's been so long ( Read more... )

The days are growing warmer, and that makes for restlessness, something which is certainly not helped by high-collared dresses or stiff corsetry. For this reason, it is not until the sun begins to sink that Kitty ventures out with cropped hair showing, dressed in waistcoat and trousers with a gentleman's jacket slung over her shoulder and tie ( Read more... )

*she's sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest, looking tired and a bit reddish about the eyes-- she doesn't want company, but she could probably use some anyhow*

*Miss Kitty Butler (Mrs. Bliss-- Mrs. Waters--?) will be, should anyone like to speak with her, in a parlor she's discovered, practising her routine. She's in a man's trousers, coat, and hat, and she's taken her fall off to show her cropped hair. She takes a few steps, adopting a boyish swagger, then does a little hop-skip. Her voice, too, is ( Read more... )