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alsohawkeye) wrote2024-01-11 07:28 pm
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KATE BISHOP
KATE BISHOP
[There's a short delay but it's totally worth it, because the next thing Johanna says is totally a selfie, reflected in a full length mirror. Her arm is turned toward the shot, clearly displaying her >> 033 >> 071 >> tattoo
and also the rest of her is on display because she's totally naked
and winking]
and also the rest of her is on display because she's totally naked
and winking]
Well I was one but now I'm reconsidering the other.
[ She gets to wait a few minutes for another message, as Kate attempts to come up with the sort of reply that's clearly expected. It involves a lot of blank staring and a half-dozen versions deleted, none more than a word or two long. Eventually she gives up.
And sends a photo instead. It's just a tease, a narrow shot of dark jeans unzipped, a sliver of pale skin between waistband and tee, and a hand slid into lacy purple panties. Better? ]
And sends a photo instead. It's just a tease, a narrow shot of dark jeans unzipped, a sliver of pale skin between waistband and tee, and a hand slid into lacy purple panties. Better? ]
Why waste the travel time? You come to me and I'll send you another for the trip.
I'm coming.
[ She types it and then stops, and laughs and hits send without adding. ]
[ She types it and then stops, and laughs and hits send without adding. ]
[ Kate stops typing, and makes Johanna wait in suspense to find out why that is. But eventually there's a knock on her door and Kate is outside, hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jeans. ]
[She knows who it is. But she still takes her time with answering the door, because she can. Once it's open, she leans against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest, and lets her gaze crawl slowly over Kate, lingering at the shape of her hands in her pockets.]
That doesn't look very satisfying.
That doesn't look very satisfying.
[ Kate shrugs, the shift of her shoulders pushing her hands even further, until the ridge of a hipbone is glimpsed between jeans and the hem of her grey t-shirt. She smiles crookedly. ]
I've never found these elevators much of a turn-on.
I've never found these elevators much of a turn-on.
[She makes a thoughtful little hmm, as she studies that narrow line of bare skin.]
I bet I can change your mind. Just ask Katniss about her elevator ride with me.
[But then she breaks her gaze and turns around to grab up her axe, and slips out into the hallway with Kate.]
Come on.
[And she starts down the hallway.]
I bet I can change your mind. Just ask Katniss about her elevator ride with me.
[But then she breaks her gaze and turns around to grab up her axe, and slips out into the hallway with Kate.]
Come on.
[And she starts down the hallway.]
Edited (SHHHH html ) 2014-10-28 21:26 (UTC)
What?
[ Kate is confused at the axe, and Johanna breezing past her, naked, and doesn't bother to hide it, though she does follow, a couple quick steps catching her up. ]
Where are we going? I assume not far....
[ Kate is confused at the axe, and Johanna breezing past her, naked, and doesn't bother to hide it, though she does follow, a couple quick steps catching her up. ]
Where are we going? I assume not far....
Edited 2014-10-29 00:09 (UTC)
What do you think?
[ By now, Emma's aware that she's overreacting, but she's also too stubborn to do anything but barrel on ahead with being pissed. As hurt and scared as she is of losing the people that she loves again, she's well-aware that it's precisely that fear, and not genuine anger, that has her lashing out like this.
It's not just Hook. Not just separation. A world between her and her family. Between her and the people who love her. She turns a begrudging gaze on Kate, dark enough to make it apparent that she realizes what Kate's digging at—it doesn't make a difference now. Inevitable's inevitable. But Emma's predictable. ]
Made it easier on myself.
[ Run away. Held him at arm's length, even further than she's managed to. Hide behind wall after wall and refused to let him get close for fear of losing him. Left him on another fucking beanstalk, just something. ]
[ By now, Emma's aware that she's overreacting, but she's also too stubborn to do anything but barrel on ahead with being pissed. As hurt and scared as she is of losing the people that she loves again, she's well-aware that it's precisely that fear, and not genuine anger, that has her lashing out like this.
It's not just Hook. Not just separation. A world between her and her family. Between her and the people who love her. She turns a begrudging gaze on Kate, dark enough to make it apparent that she realizes what Kate's digging at—it doesn't make a difference now. Inevitable's inevitable. But Emma's predictable. ]
Made it easier on myself.
[ Run away. Held him at arm's length, even further than she's managed to. Hide behind wall after wall and refused to let him get close for fear of losing him. Left him on another fucking beanstalk, just something. ]
[She smiles over at Kate, like this is a literal walk in the park. Just a couple of girls, walking together. One girl naked and with an axe, one girl who sent the other girl a picture of herself with her hand down her jeans.
You know. Normal.]
I said gym first. Didn't I?
You know. Normal.]
I said gym first. Didn't I?
Yeeaaah.... [ Kate concedes that sort of reluctantly and uncertainly, replaying the message in her head. ] But that was definitely before the whole sexting thing. [ Surely that changed the plan??? ]
[Sexting. Another thing they don't have in Panem, at least not by that name. Johanna laughs.]
You want to skip naked wrestling? Come on, Katie. This is a date. I didn't invite you all the way up here so you could use me.
[She smiles over at her again.]
I want to use you too.
You want to skip naked wrestling? Come on, Katie. This is a date. I didn't invite you all the way up here so you could use me.
[She smiles over at her again.]
I want to use you too.
[ Naked wrestling? Kate laughs. And then stops, head cocked. ]
You're not-- you're serious? You're serious. [ She laughs again and lifts a hand, shaking her head. ] I am not wrestling you naked in the gym.
You're not-- you're serious? You're serious. [ She laughs again and lifts a hand, shaking her head. ] I am not wrestling you naked in the gym.
Why not? No one lives on this floor.
[She swings her axe off of her shoulder, to carry it at her side instead.]
Like, actually no one. I never see anyone. If that's what you're worried about. And it's not like I haven't seen you naked already. Now we're just adding wrestling to it.
[She swings her axe off of her shoulder, to carry it at her side instead.]
Like, actually no one. I never see anyone. If that's what you're worried about. And it's not like I haven't seen you naked already. Now we're just adding wrestling to it.
[ That doesn't actually make Kate feel any better about being here, but it's not really the issue at hand, either. She rolls her eyes. ]
It just sounds like a lot of really awkward bruises and chafing I don't need in my life. If we're going to be rolling around naked why bother with the wrestling?
It just sounds like a lot of really awkward bruises and chafing I don't need in my life. If we're going to be rolling around naked why bother with the wrestling?
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