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Do you know what your children are?
Feb. 28th, 2015 07:31 pmThere had to be a causation between what Americans and Europeans thought was a long trip and what was considered an old. When buying her train ticket to visit Oxford in London, she had been told that it was a long train ride for just a day trip. The journey had taken a little over an hour and a half (which to Kate was not long at all). After asking and then having been told the answer to how old some of the buildings in Oxford were, she was also told that ten centuries for a building wasn't really that old.
Perhaps it was all subjective?
It was Kate's first international flight with Pan-Am. There was a three day layover which left Kate with a lot of time on her hands. She could not sit idle. Her brain wasn't built for relaxation, even on the train she had read.
In the town of Oxford, Kate had explored. She had bought a few postcards and taken more than enough photographs. The town was charming in appearance. However, while Kate had enjoyed herself, she couldn't help but to feel her time had been spent shallowly. There was no depth to her experience. It might have just been in her head. She shook it off and continued on until she found herself standing outside a quaint cafe.
Deciding that she could do with a coffee, Kate stepped inside. There was a bulletin board of sorts immediately to her right upon entry. There were notices and adverts but one in particular stood out to her.
Do you know who and what your neighbors are?
Is your classmate behaving oddly? Are there things happening around you that you can't explain? Are you worried about the future of humanity as you know it?
Friends of Humanity can help!
The flier was repugnant. Kate lifted her right hand and touched the base of her throat. She couldn't help but feel that the flier was specifically targeting her. She turned her head and casually looked to her left and then to her right. Upon seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Kate reached up and pulled the piece of paper from the wall.
Out of sight, out of mind... Right?
Perhaps it was all subjective?
It was Kate's first international flight with Pan-Am. There was a three day layover which left Kate with a lot of time on her hands. She could not sit idle. Her brain wasn't built for relaxation, even on the train she had read.
In the town of Oxford, Kate had explored. She had bought a few postcards and taken more than enough photographs. The town was charming in appearance. However, while Kate had enjoyed herself, she couldn't help but to feel her time had been spent shallowly. There was no depth to her experience. It might have just been in her head. She shook it off and continued on until she found herself standing outside a quaint cafe.
Deciding that she could do with a coffee, Kate stepped inside. There was a bulletin board of sorts immediately to her right upon entry. There were notices and adverts but one in particular stood out to her.
Is your classmate behaving oddly? Are there things happening around you that you can't explain? Are you worried about the future of humanity as you know it?
Friends of Humanity can help!
The flier was repugnant. Kate lifted her right hand and touched the base of her throat. She couldn't help but feel that the flier was specifically targeting her. She turned her head and casually looked to her left and then to her right. Upon seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Kate reached up and pulled the piece of paper from the wall.
Out of sight, out of mind... Right?
They had escaped from the Mutant Response Division ran medical facility. All of them, Erik and his Brotherhood along with Kate. The MRD had fought hard to keep the Brotherhood from leaving and to conceal their secrets. There had been injuries but Kate had healing abilities. She was able to keep some from dying or worse.
Of course, she was going to go with him. There were no other options for her. She had tried to get back to being on her own. That action had resulted in her being captured and tortured in the name of science. Kate was in no hurry to go through that again. She was not in a hurry to do anything.
Kate had been quiet on the trip back to Erik's base.
Where that was she didn't know precisely. It was downtown, she could tell that much. The architecture looked old and run down. There were abandoned lots nearby but there destination was none of those. They were going underground in a sprawling complex of connected basements and tunnels. The buildings were old though some construction was more recent than others. It was possible that his base was not located on any current blueprint. It was safe, for now.
Having a task helped Kate somewhat. She checked on those that she had healed wanting to make sure they were well. She had also finished healing those who had been seriously injured. There was time enough then to finish. After that Kate had retreated.
She wanted to be left alone. She thought she needed time to process what she had been through. Kate found a corner and slunk down into it. Out of mind, out of sight or so she hoped. There was no desire in her to talk to anyone.
She sat with her back to the wall and her knees pressed to her chest. Sometimes, she would look at her hands. Some fingers were polished while others were not. Kate had the thought that if she cut them all off they would match. Her hands would go back to looking the same. In her mind she saw it, taking a knife and with a few quick chops, lobbing them all off. There would be pain but it would pass.
Kate wanted them to go back but was that enough? What else had they done to her?
Her breathing started to become labored. Her hands clinched and she dug her fingernails into her knees hard enough that the flesh on both grew white. She broke the skin and with a sharp intake of breath she let go. Kate drew her knees in closer to her chest and then buried her head.
She felt lost. No, she felt worse than lost. Kate was out of her depths with no idea of how to even begin searching for where she ought to be.
Of course, she was going to go with him. There were no other options for her. She had tried to get back to being on her own. That action had resulted in her being captured and tortured in the name of science. Kate was in no hurry to go through that again. She was not in a hurry to do anything.
Kate had been quiet on the trip back to Erik's base.
Where that was she didn't know precisely. It was downtown, she could tell that much. The architecture looked old and run down. There were abandoned lots nearby but there destination was none of those. They were going underground in a sprawling complex of connected basements and tunnels. The buildings were old though some construction was more recent than others. It was possible that his base was not located on any current blueprint. It was safe, for now.
Having a task helped Kate somewhat. She checked on those that she had healed wanting to make sure they were well. She had also finished healing those who had been seriously injured. There was time enough then to finish. After that Kate had retreated.
She wanted to be left alone. She thought she needed time to process what she had been through. Kate found a corner and slunk down into it. Out of mind, out of sight or so she hoped. There was no desire in her to talk to anyone.
She sat with her back to the wall and her knees pressed to her chest. Sometimes, she would look at her hands. Some fingers were polished while others were not. Kate had the thought that if she cut them all off they would match. Her hands would go back to looking the same. In her mind she saw it, taking a knife and with a few quick chops, lobbing them all off. There would be pain but it would pass.
Kate wanted them to go back but was that enough? What else had they done to her?
Her breathing started to become labored. Her hands clinched and she dug her fingernails into her knees hard enough that the flesh on both grew white. She broke the skin and with a sharp intake of breath she let go. Kate drew her knees in closer to her chest and then buried her head.
She felt lost. No, she felt worse than lost. Kate was out of her depths with no idea of how to even begin searching for where she ought to be.
Five drugs hung from the IV pole. The drugs were all different but all fed into a singular intravenous line. The drugs were metered by a machine. It beeped occasionally. The five different drugs had a total of one-hundred and twenty different permutations. Ordinarily, only one drug was needed to keep a person sedated. In this case, however, the woman being sedated was not ordinary.
Kate was a mutant who possessed a healing factor. Her healing factor protected her from many things. She recovered from wounds swiftly and was immune from most diseases and toxins. Her body could work through poisons and while she might be ill from the effects, those effects were only temporary.
The one-hundred and twenty different combination of drugs were needed to keep Kate under. Her heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory functions were monitored. If there was a change, a different combination was released.
The sedation was necessary now. Before she had been put under, they had taken samples. The situation and current holding facilities were not adequate to test all of her reactions to tests without sedation. Blood had been drawn, tissue samples taken, and a whole host of tests had been run. Those that had her did not want her to run away. Kate was secured to the hospital bed.
To outward observers, she looked like a patient. Every so often, someone checked in on her. However, she was housed in a secure ward. There was a guard nearby. With all of the restraints, it would have been easy to assume that Kate was a mental patient. Why else use all of the sedation and keep a guard?
To closer observers, something wasn't right. There was nothing written down on her chart. The nurses doing the checking did not stay in the room long enough to actually check anything. They walked in, they paused, and then they walked out. It wasn't normal procedures for any kind of patient.
Closer observers would find other anomalies. One ear was pierced, the other not. On her hands, seven out of ten fingers were manicured and had a coating of coral polish. Her thumb, pinky and pointer finger were absent color. They were all easily explained. There were no other traces of injuries. Who would believe foul play?
Kate was a mutant who possessed a healing factor. Her healing factor protected her from many things. She recovered from wounds swiftly and was immune from most diseases and toxins. Her body could work through poisons and while she might be ill from the effects, those effects were only temporary.
The one-hundred and twenty different combination of drugs were needed to keep Kate under. Her heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory functions were monitored. If there was a change, a different combination was released.
The sedation was necessary now. Before she had been put under, they had taken samples. The situation and current holding facilities were not adequate to test all of her reactions to tests without sedation. Blood had been drawn, tissue samples taken, and a whole host of tests had been run. Those that had her did not want her to run away. Kate was secured to the hospital bed.
To outward observers, she looked like a patient. Every so often, someone checked in on her. However, she was housed in a secure ward. There was a guard nearby. With all of the restraints, it would have been easy to assume that Kate was a mental patient. Why else use all of the sedation and keep a guard?
To closer observers, something wasn't right. There was nothing written down on her chart. The nurses doing the checking did not stay in the room long enough to actually check anything. They walked in, they paused, and then they walked out. It wasn't normal procedures for any kind of patient.
Closer observers would find other anomalies. One ear was pierced, the other not. On her hands, seven out of ten fingers were manicured and had a coating of coral polish. Her thumb, pinky and pointer finger were absent color. They were all easily explained. There were no other traces of injuries. Who would believe foul play?
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Sep. 19th, 2014 01:25 amThe Sunset Motel was a little used motel on a stretch of the road that saw the most traffic during the winter ski months. It was not winter. However, there were a few cars in the lot due to some tourists trying to enjoy the changing fall foliage.
Erik and Kate had made it off of the island. They had traversed the span of the mountainous forest and and made it to the foothills thanks to Erik's unique ability to control metal. It was not the most comfortable way to travel but beggars could not be choosers. Kate had no cause to complain. There was simply no choice in the matter for her. She did as he instructed.
The motel hadn't been the first sign of civilization the two had seen. They did not want to appear too close to the crash site. It might be searched. The two had moved on until they had found the Sunset Motel. The paint was peeling from some sections of the exterior. The parking lot needed to be paved. The decor was horribly dated. Still, it was clean (mostly).
Kate had not asked Erik how he had obtained the room. She thought she might not want to know and also thought that it might not matter.
When they had entered the room, Kate had moved to the bed farthest away from the window. She sat down on the tangerine bedspread. Her posture slumped. She was tired. Kate reached up and brushed her hair back. It was tangled and Kate withdrew her hand sharply to rest both hands on her lap.
"What now?"
Erik and Kate had made it off of the island. They had traversed the span of the mountainous forest and and made it to the foothills thanks to Erik's unique ability to control metal. It was not the most comfortable way to travel but beggars could not be choosers. Kate had no cause to complain. There was simply no choice in the matter for her. She did as he instructed.
The motel hadn't been the first sign of civilization the two had seen. They did not want to appear too close to the crash site. It might be searched. The two had moved on until they had found the Sunset Motel. The paint was peeling from some sections of the exterior. The parking lot needed to be paved. The decor was horribly dated. Still, it was clean (mostly).
Kate had not asked Erik how he had obtained the room. She thought she might not want to know and also thought that it might not matter.
When they had entered the room, Kate had moved to the bed farthest away from the window. She sat down on the tangerine bedspread. Her posture slumped. She was tired. Kate reached up and brushed her hair back. It was tangled and Kate withdrew her hand sharply to rest both hands on her lap.
"What now?"
Her dress is green.
It is a party. Men are wearing dark suits and the women are wearing varying shades of jewel tones. There are plenty of beautiful people present. She stands out by wearing a spring color in the beginning months of winter. Her arms are exposed and the way the dress is cinched at her waist gives a hint at what lies beneath. The panels of the skirt are diaphanous, some sheerer than the other and some narrower than the rest. When she walks, sometimes a glimpse of leg is seen beneath the fabric. When she dances, sometimes a bit of leg is exposed.
The hour is growing later but there are still a couple of hours left in the party. The woman has separated from her date. They are both adults, they need their space every so often.
At that moment, she stands by the bar and she is not alone. Her companion is tall, dark, and handsome. He looks good in his navy suit and it is clear that the woman knows him. Her body is turned towards him with her left side being pressed against the bar. She has one hand around a glass. Her plum colored nails occasionally tap along the stem of her drink. They talk for a while, both smile at each other. Their two drinks are drained and then it is time to go. They both have other people to see.
The woman lifts her hands. She leans in closer to the man and then places her hand on his arm. She smiles, they embrace and then they make their farewells.
They turn and head in opposite directions.
The woman walked towards her date. Her dress is green but it is not the same shade as her eyes. The glint in them is familiar. She knows what she is doing. This has all played out before.
It is a party. Men are wearing dark suits and the women are wearing varying shades of jewel tones. There are plenty of beautiful people present. She stands out by wearing a spring color in the beginning months of winter. Her arms are exposed and the way the dress is cinched at her waist gives a hint at what lies beneath. The panels of the skirt are diaphanous, some sheerer than the other and some narrower than the rest. When she walks, sometimes a glimpse of leg is seen beneath the fabric. When she dances, sometimes a bit of leg is exposed.
The hour is growing later but there are still a couple of hours left in the party. The woman has separated from her date. They are both adults, they need their space every so often.
At that moment, she stands by the bar and she is not alone. Her companion is tall, dark, and handsome. He looks good in his navy suit and it is clear that the woman knows him. Her body is turned towards him with her left side being pressed against the bar. She has one hand around a glass. Her plum colored nails occasionally tap along the stem of her drink. They talk for a while, both smile at each other. Their two drinks are drained and then it is time to go. They both have other people to see.
The woman lifts her hands. She leans in closer to the man and then places her hand on his arm. She smiles, they embrace and then they make their farewells.
They turn and head in opposite directions.
The woman walked towards her date. Her dress is green but it is not the same shade as her eyes. The glint in them is familiar. She knows what she is doing. This has all played out before.
A Charmed Life, a wizarding AU.
Aug. 2nd, 2000 03:38 am
Charm, is a high-fashion magazine for the wizarding world based in New York City. Kate is a junior fashion editor with a promotion lurking in her near future.
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Aug. 13th, 1999 07:21 pm
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What does existential bread think about?
Jul. 26th, 1999 06:53 pmWho: YOU, everyone, and Kate.
What: Flour Power has been closed since the recent demonic invasions and the barrier going wonky. It's the grand re-opening! Bring your sweet tooth because Everyone is invited!
Where: The bakery is located in the Gardens of Pleasure where it borders the Tower and Leisurebrook districts.
When: Friday July 27th. 7pm to whenever'ish!
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Open to all! Please feel free to make your own thread!
( It wonders what we're all doughing here. )
What: Flour Power has been closed since the recent demonic invasions and the barrier going wonky. It's the grand re-opening! Bring your sweet tooth because Everyone is invited!
Where: The bakery is located in the Gardens of Pleasure where it borders the Tower and Leisurebrook districts.
When: Friday July 27th. 7pm to whenever'ish!
Warnings: N/A
Notes: Open to all! Please feel free to make your own thread!
( It wonders what we're all doughing here. )
Picture Prompt Open Post
Feb. 16th, 1999 06:21 pm
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