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Kate Gregson ([personal profile] everyone_takes) wrote2012-09-04 11:48 am
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The bookshelf keeps giving her books on drawing. It's sort of annoying, because the very last thing in the world Kate is interested in is drawing. Well, that's sort of an exaggeration. There are probably a few things she's less interested in, like walking on hot coals and shit like that, but if she's going to do anything artistic, it's going to be dancing.

Or makeup. Which she supposes is just drawing on her own face, but it's totally different.

So she's collected the books -- six in all, though the bookshelf tries to give her more -- and she's walking to Harley's place carrying all of them in a pink bag. Which, now that she's almost entirely there, she's realizing probably wasn't the best idea. They're fucking heavy and Chang isn't much of a help, trotting along beside her, occasionally sniffing himself. When she reaches Harley's hut, she's sweaty and she all but throws the bag on the ground.

"Oh, my god, I hope you're home," she groans, loud enough to be heard if he's inside. "I'm just gonna leave this shit here even if you're not."
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[personal profile] bloodycrescents 2012-09-20 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I snort. "I'd get fucking sick of it in two minutes." That's kind of an exaggeration, though. It probably wouldn't take even that long.

I take a long look at her, wondering if I could even begin to get her right on the page. This newest notebook is filled with sketches of Effy, but they're all fucked up, rushed. It's not like I could ask her to pose. I'd be embarrassed, just sitting there, watching her, like that.

"What was it for?"
bloodycrescents: (think of the ghosts who once sat there.)

[personal profile] bloodycrescents 2012-09-24 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I bark out a laugh, brow raising at her. "Shit," I say, "seriously?" It sounds pretty fucking stupid, but then, I was never into that shit. Deep down, even if it seems lame, I like the idea of anything that makes her look as cheerful as all that. She smiles more easily than anyone else I know, but it isn't the same as being happy.

I don't do too much of either, but things are different now than they used to be. These days, they aren't half bad.

"What, like with a crown and shit?"
bloodycrescents: (in every sunflower.)

[personal profile] bloodycrescents 2012-09-26 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
At first, it's funny. The idea of it is pretty fucking hilarious, Kate all done up like some kind of Viking superhero with some bigass wig. By the time she's done, though, I've gone tense, looking over at her and trying not to let the rage burn me up under my skin.

She made her own fucking choices and I shouldn't be pissed off, but I can't help imagining what that would entail. How easy it would be for guys to try and take advantage of her. It isn't the same thing at all, but I still think about Amber and the guys who followed her around, interchangeable assholes. I think about the couch I set on fire.

"What do you mean, business?" I ask tightly. "None of them hurt you, did they?"