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flickerflash) wrote2013-02-10 02:15 pm
flickerflash) wrote2013-02-10 02:15 pm
[Written/Action]
[Has everyone forgotten she's here? Assumed she's gone home?
Katie hopes so.
She's been hiding long enough.
She's also been out of touch. For the first time ever, she's making a locked post. But as she never really worked out how to use locks, it's pathetically easy to break. And given she's also directing it to Wolfwood, of all people...
...the writing is scratchy and awkward, because honestly she takes a few moments to remember how to write.]
[Written | Failed filter to Wolfwood]
The cremation of a fireman goes unremarked, but his remains remade remove the gremlin. This is my remedy, my ceremony, and there will be no rematch, but I had to remind you. It would be remiss if I didn't remark on the remnant that didn't remain.
I'm not sorry, preacherman.
[Katie doesn't want to be seen by anyone, and so she does the sensible thing. It's very late at night when she lets herself into the stores-- more early morning-- and makes off with a pair of scissors. And possibly a fireman's hat, if it exists. Just because. And then very briefly, she heads past Cullen House to leave what appears to be a ball of brightly, multi-coloured string in the kitchen.
She's not brave enough to head south until the sun is up, and so morning sees her heading through the forest for its southern edge, scissors in hand, where a collection of brightly coloured string still flutters in a breeze that doesn't exist.]
Katie hopes so.
She's been hiding long enough.
She's also been out of touch. For the first time ever, she's making a locked post. But as she never really worked out how to use locks, it's pathetically easy to break. And given she's also directing it to Wolfwood, of all people...
...the writing is scratchy and awkward, because honestly she takes a few moments to remember how to write.]
[Written | Failed filter to Wolfwood]
The cremation of a fireman goes unremarked, but his remains remade remove the gremlin. This is my remedy, my ceremony, and there will be no rematch, but I had to remind you. It would be remiss if I didn't remark on the remnant that didn't remain.
I'm not sorry, preacherman.
[Katie doesn't want to be seen by anyone, and so she does the sensible thing. It's very late at night when she lets herself into the stores-- more early morning-- and makes off with a pair of scissors. And possibly a fireman's hat, if it exists. Just because. And then very briefly, she heads past Cullen House to leave what appears to be a ball of brightly, multi-coloured string in the kitchen.
She's not brave enough to head south until the sun is up, and so morning sees her heading through the forest for its southern edge, scissors in hand, where a collection of brightly coloured string still flutters in a breeze that doesn't exist.]