[ This place makes her bristle. From the second Kate woke up, soaked and sore, to having to brush off the natives of this place bombarding her with flyers. Her long, bright pink hair is still soaked and dripping down her back as she stalks across the streets, practically snarling at any person stupid enough to engage her in conversation. She shouldn't be here, not now of all times, when Carl just sent a text that sounds too panicked with all his question marks and Marc hasn't said a peep in hours. She should be there, at The Agency, helping them Instead of storming through streets and being attacked by flyers on creatures that sound like they come from awful fairy tales.
Someone speaks at her, voice calm and elegant, and she turns for a second, because... ]
Excuse me? [ What are you calling grotesque exactly her piercings are fucking awesome. ]
arrival bc i fucking can ok
Someone speaks at her, voice calm and elegant, and she turns for a second, because... ]
Excuse me? [ What are you calling grotesque exactly her piercings are fucking awesome. ]