#contractcd

Somebody’s bound to have answers... Maybe I should visit... Kat.

A heavy hand knocked on Kat’s door this morning. Lucas, a man with an even heavier heart, stood on the other side of that door, sunken eyes staring through its opaque surface.

“Hey kiddo. You there?” he asked weakly, his wavering voice a telltale sign that something was amiss before she even opened the door, not to mention the sight she would be greeted with. He was only hoping he hadn’t dreamt her too. Though the intern certainly had occupied a lot of room in his mind ever since they had met. They had, after all, been part of the same team for a bit. She trained under Dell and their medic, and sometimes helped him too since he was the commanding officer. While he wasn’t exactly greedy with her time, he sometimes secretly wished to be selfish for a bit, if only to enjoy her company.

Today was one such day, but the circumstances were different. He didn’t just want her company. He needed her company. Needed her. He couldn’t stand to be alone with himself anymore, especially not in dreadful silence while his mind struggled to piece together a reality which had changed drastically overnight... If anybody would ever believe that. What if she told him he always had both eyes? That he never had those scars? What if she thought he was crazy?

I wonder if they ever warned her about dealing with some deranged lunatic before her internship. You know, things like ‘You might run into folks that made up their entire past to the point they believed it. Convinced themselves they had scars they never really had.’ I’d better fucking leave right now.

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//y’all share a brain cell, I swear lmaoooo

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? Marceau probably

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? Natasha

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? Natasha

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? Marceau

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping? Marceau hehehehe

who insists on making snow angels? Marceau

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? Natasha maybe?

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? Marceau insists on spending the day with Natasha and the kids

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? Natasha probably

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? Marceau

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? Marceau maybe

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? Marceau

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? askdskajhfjksdhfsg uh Marceau maybe

SNOWFALL, SETTLED || @contractcd, continued from here.

FOR SOMETHING so far out from the center of the Park, Karen was quite surprised that the lookout tower held up as well as it did. Knowing this, thankfully, only lent further credence to her desire to hang out with Katherine, across those next couple days. Just as she did when circling the company of dear Hibana, old Lucas, there were times when she saw fit to pathfind and patrol on her own. Outfitted with naught but ample backpacking gear and provisions fit enough for a few days' journey (not to mention her rifle), occasions such as these afforded her and her team the freedom to do as they pleased, to go where they pleased, for a time. Of course, this also meant she was timely enough to have met Katharine near the Park's edges, along a dirt path not far from an old and neglected lookout tower. It was no small surprise to see her that evening, between the bounds of Snowplow and Coldfront, —and right before a sudden blizzard crossed them and the entire rest of the valley. One that ended up lasting them a couple days on end.

Rudolf looked up over his shoulder at the question and nodded, giving a tip of his hat. “Oh just fine, thank you, ma’am.” He replied. “Its just a wonderful night out. Not much in the way of light pollution, so you can’t really beat this view.” He said warmly, glancing back up at the sky.

(Yoooo! I known you for so long and you still remain the most chill but the funniest gal I’ve knew. I honestly love how much Kat changed and haha yes I still remember her old version but this new version takes the cake with the cherry on top. Plus your art is amazing and so much improvement that I’m proud of ya, girl!

🌸 my roleplay petpeeve

When people don’t have an about or rules page. Legit. It’s one of the things that’ll make me turn around and just leave the page. I need something to work with so I understand the character I am going to have Maddy interact with.

🌹 my opinion on your character

Listen! Kat is a fucking punk bitch and I love her! I love she’s just so straight forward and upfront! The fact that she’s a bad-ass lady makes my kokoro go doki doki because I love a woman who can fuck everybody’s shit up! The way you RP her as somewhat being a dumb ass too always offers a good chance for a nice laugh and I really love reading your replies to other people! Honestly, I can’t wait to have Kat and Maddy interact AAAAAAA!!!!

🌷 a song I identify with my character x 2

Come with me - Chxrlotte

@contractcd​

Your muse is sick prompt | ★ to take your muses temperature (if that's okay!)

【🔧】— “Mm’ nrt too shore ‘ow accurite dish gon’ be,” She spoke with the thermometer in her mouth, somehow her accent becoming even more incoherent to an untrained linguist. Once the timer rang, she used her tongue to maneuver it and point it to the other engineer to allow her to take.