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@takinwhatsnotyours
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10! It's great! The job is fun, I feel very, very personally fulfilled! I like my coworkers, I like what I get to do on the job, and I like the opportunities I get to learn about new things : ) like medicine!
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there's a note for her, written in red ink. unsigned.
"disturb katherine again, and i'm coming to see you. :)"
someone has figured out her hiding place.
[She notices it in the middle of crumples up the note in her pocket, and idly plays with her tranquilizer gun. After a little while, she writes something down. She pockets it with a smile.]
alright, are we set? Tacks, are we set?
Ahaha.. you wouldn’t happen to know where Kat is, would you? I can't seem to find her. We have. Um. Family business to discuss.
- BB
(@takinwhatsnotyours)
she tilts her head and narrows her eyes at the blue-clad katherine. suddenly, hunter pounces, and the copycat is pressed up to a wall with a rough hand clasped around her throat and cold, sharp metal pressed to her cheek.
"'family business', hmm? that's funny, i happen to recall kat saying she didn't have a sister! was she mistaken?" she giggles madly, a sinister lurch in her throat, and her voice lowers. "or perhaps you're the one that's spooked my poor kitty into hiding? i sure hope that isn't the case, or i might have to do something quite unsavory to you." her voice drips with faux-sweetness as the knife presses into the other's flesh.
[She yelps, and her eyes widen. At this closeness, it's obvious that one is glass. The burglar has one hand on a pair of gold-tipped scissors, and the other in her pocket.]
"Ahkk - hah! Do you really think I'd lie? I mean - she might, but I would -"
[She chokes, and shakes her head, her lips just as blue as her sweater, jabbing at Hunter's side not with the scissors but with her closed palm.]
"wouldn't."
[She opens her palm, revealing an old family photo - a rather normal family - young parents, a woman with wide, bright eyes and a man with dark hair, holding two toddlers - one stares at the camera, recognizably her Kat - and the other has a matching smile to the man. Big, light eyes. The only difference between the two girls.]
"Can you blame me, aha -- for being concerned? I mean, I wouldn't put it past you to have her somewhere in neatly chopped pieces, though I'm surprised she hasn't come back by now.."
[She dives with the hand with the scissors the second Hunter glances at the image - for the hand around her neck. They look exactly the same, but they're so different - Kat never has that smile. Somehow pleasant and cruel. Somehow normal and sickening.]
her eye twitches and her face churns into a snarl as the other insinuates she'd harmed kat. her hand squeezes tighter around her throat with no care for the blu's struggle to breathe. hunter's eerily happy face suddenly resembles that of a feral animal baring its fangs, seconds away from sinking them in, if not the knife first.
she falters in the short moment she glances at the photo. a mistake enough for the glass-eyed woman to retaliate. the scissor tip pierces her arm, earning a low growl before the knife leaves the other's cheek and plunges into her weapon-wielding wrist instead. she follows it with a tug to the neck and a boot to the shin, throwing the other onto the ground.
"try that again, and the hand is coming off." she snarls hoarsely.
kicking the fallen blades out of reach, she sits on the thief's back and plants a hand on her curls, pressing her face into the rough floor. she takes the picture from her hand. the scissor-sliced arm doesn't seem to bother the beast in the slightest. she's quiet for a good while above the blu, looking over the photo, most likely.
".. i don't know where she's gone. but if you speak to her, i'll be watching." she lowers down to her ear. "and anything you do to her, i will do to you. do you understand me, love?"
"Alright, alright! Point taken on the hands.. I need those, you know."
[She eases, into the floor more than anything, closing her good eye and turning her head sideways to breathe. Her breath is sharp and uneven and she's angry - below the surface angry, but still. When she laughs, and she does, it sounds exactly like Kat's.]
"That's cute - really cute. I'm not sure you have the resources, but you're welcome to try - if she ever comes back."
[The image is taken in a department store - old christmas photo, perfect family-esque, cute kids... Kat's eyes are vacant, and unfocused, and she looks.. stiff and uncomfortable. She's moving away from her father's hand on her shoulder, or at least trying to.]
"I couldn't scare her off if I tried. I don't know exactly what she sees in you, but I'd be wrong to say you didn't deserve each other."
[She grins, turning her head so that she can see her glass eye. She almost looks dead. If only she weren't catching her breath.]
"She was a nightmare of a sister, you know? Taking whatever she wanted, doing anything to get her hands on it.. Though, well, I guess I couldn't blame her. We were both so little. We both stole a lot - it just was always me she'd steal from."
[She continues to laugh, breathlessly.]
"But you know the saying, and I'm only going to her to take back the one thing I want from her. I do know who scared her away, if you're wondering.. he knows where she is, too, I'm sure of it."
she only glares down at the other during her speech. occasionally, her eyes flicking back to the picture. the laughter makes her chest swell with a terrible, incoherent rage where in her mind she slits the woman's throat, cuts her belly open like a fish, cracks her skull against the floor and over and over-
settling her eyes on the picture soothes her. on her katherine. something in her ached that hadn't ached in a very long time, not knowing where she was. if she was safe. she wondered if-- wherever she may be-- she was afriad. if she was ever going to come back. if kat had left her.
the blu's words pull her out of it. that wouldn't do, not at all.. she sat hunched over copy-kat like some sort of creature, bunching up her hair in a balled up fist too tight, rasping one sharp word into her ear. a voice like venom, cold, paralyzing.
"who."
[She grins, though it's halfway a grimace, pained but still cocky - the favorite, the golden child, who got to grow up with people doting on her, who never let her same tendencies slip past her after the first time she was caught. She could tell - the murderous intent and the glare in her eyes, that it was.. unlikely she was going to get out of this alive.]
[But she can also tell that behind that ravenous animal on her back is a fear, genuine, real, that Katherine was gone. She could really care less about the whereabouts of her sister - she has plenty of time to collect her penance, but Hunter could make it.. easier. Far easier. Then she could slip off again with exactly what she wanted.]
"Relax, tiger! Let me go, and I'll tell you exactly where to find him, alright? He was on her old gang, took her in when we kicked her out. He's elusive, but certainly not as elusive as he thinks he is.."
[She holds up an old business card - charred. The first name is unintelligible, but starts with a J -. She's panicking. She's bad at spacing this out. She's singing.]
"He's currently.. technically, the reports say he's retired, but he's just outside of BLU -- try to find an opening in the old mine with the broken cart system -- - um, please get off of me... and.. the rocks covering the left corridor are a false front - a door, kind of obvious when you look at it with a flashlight. He should be in there."
Ahaha.. you wouldn’t happen to know where Kat is, would you? I can't seem to find her. We have. Um. Family business to discuss.
- BB
(@takinwhatsnotyours)
she tilts her head and narrows her eyes at the blue-clad katherine. suddenly, hunter pounces, and the copycat is pressed up to a wall with a rough hand clasped around her throat and cold, sharp metal pressed to her cheek.
"'family business', hmm? that's funny, i happen to recall kat saying she didn't have a sister! was she mistaken?" she giggles madly, a sinister lurch in her throat, and her voice lowers. "or perhaps you're the one that's spooked my poor kitty into hiding? i sure hope that isn't the case, or i might have to do something quite unsavory to you." her voice drips with faux-sweetness as the knife presses into the other's flesh.
[She yelps, and her eyes widen. At this closeness, it's obvious that one is glass. The burglar has one hand on a pair of gold-tipped scissors, and the other in her pocket.]
"Ahkk - hah! Do you really think I'd lie? I mean - she might, but I would -"
[She chokes, and shakes her head, her lips just as blue as her sweater, jabbing at Hunter's side not with the scissors but with her closed palm.]
"wouldn't."
[She opens her palm, revealing an old family photo - a rather normal family - young parents, a woman with wide, bright eyes and a man with dark hair, holding two toddlers - one stares at the camera, recognizably her Kat - and the other has a matching smile to the man. Big, light eyes. The only difference between the two girls.]
"Can you blame me, aha -- for being concerned? I mean, I wouldn't put it past you to have her somewhere in neatly chopped pieces, though I'm surprised she hasn't come back by now.."
[She dives with the hand with the scissors the second Hunter glances at the image - for the hand around her neck. They look exactly the same, but they're so different - Kat never has that smile. Somehow pleasant and cruel. Somehow normal and sickening.]
her eye twitches and her face churns into a snarl as the other insinuates she'd harmed kat. her hand squeezes tighter around her throat with no care for the blu's struggle to breathe. hunter's eerily happy face suddenly resembles that of a feral animal baring its fangs, seconds away from sinking them in, if not the knife first.
she falters in the short moment she glances at the photo. a mistake enough for the glass-eyed woman to retaliate. the scissor tip pierces her arm, earning a low growl before the knife leaves the other's cheek and plunges into her weapon-wielding wrist instead. she follows it with a tug to the neck and a boot to the shin, throwing the other onto the ground.
"try that again, and the hand is coming off." she snarls hoarsely.
kicking the fallen blades out of reach, she sits on the thief's back and plants a hand on her curls, pressing her face into the rough floor. she takes the picture from her hand. the scissor-sliced arm doesn't seem to bother the beast in the slightest. she's quiet for a good while above the blu, looking over the photo, most likely.
".. i don't know where she's gone. but if you speak to her, i'll be watching." she lowers down to her ear. "and anything you do to her, i will do to you. do you understand me, love?"
"Alright, alright! Point taken on the hands.. I need those, you know."
[She eases, into the floor more than anything, closing her good eye and turning her head sideways to breathe. Her breath is sharp and uneven and she's angry - below the surface angry, but still. When she laughs, and she does, it sounds exactly like Kat's.]
"That's cute - really cute. I'm not sure you have the resources, but you're welcome to try - if she ever comes back."
[The image is taken in a department store - old christmas photo, perfect family-esque, cute kids... Kat's eyes are vacant, and unfocused, and she looks.. stiff and uncomfortable. She's moving away from her father's hand on her shoulder, or at least trying to.]
"I couldn't scare her off if I tried. I don't know exactly what she sees in you, but I'd be wrong to say you didn't deserve each other."
[She grins, turning her head so that she can see her glass eye. She almost looks dead. If only she weren't catching her breath.]
"She was a nightmare of a sister, you know? Taking whatever she wanted, doing anything to get her hands on it.. Though, well, I guess I couldn't blame her. We were both so little. We both stole a lot - it just was always me she'd steal from."
[She continues to laugh, breathlessly.]
"But you know the saying, and I'm only going to her to take back the one thing I want from her. I do know who scared her away, if you're wondering.. he knows where she is, too, I'm sure of it."
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Ahaha.. you wouldn’t happen to know where Kat is, would you? I can't seem to find her. We have. Um. Family business to discuss.
- BB
(@takinwhatsnotyours)
she tilts her head and narrows her eyes at the blue-clad katherine. suddenly, hunter pounces, and the copycat is pressed up to a wall with a rough hand clasped around her throat and cold, sharp metal pressed to her cheek.
"'family business', hmm? that's funny, i happen to recall kat saying she didn't have a sister! was she mistaken?" she giggles madly, a sinister lurch in her throat, and her voice lowers. "or perhaps you're the one that's spooked my poor kitty into hiding? i sure hope that isn't the case, or i might have to do something quite unsavory to you." her voice drips with faux-sweetness as the knife presses into the other's flesh.
[She yelps, and her eyes widen. At this closeness, it's obvious that one is glass. The burglar has one hand on a pair of gold-tipped scissors, and the other in her pocket.]
"Ahkk - hah! Do you really think I'd lie? I mean - she might, but I would -"
[She chokes, and shakes her head, her lips just as blue as her sweater, jabbing at Hunter's side not with the scissors but with her closed palm.]
"wouldn't."
[She opens her palm, revealing an old family photo - a rather normal family - young parents, a woman with wide, bright eyes and a man with dark hair, holding two toddlers - one stares at the camera, recognizably her Kat - and the other has a matching smile to the man. Big, light eyes. The only difference between the two girls.]
"Can you blame me, aha -- for being concerned? I mean, I wouldn't put it past you to have her somewhere in neatly chopped pieces, though I'm surprised she hasn't come back by now.."
[She dives with the hand with the scissors the second Hunter glances at the image - for the hand around her neck. They look exactly the same, but they're so different - Kat never has that smile. Somehow pleasant and cruel. Somehow normal and sickening.]
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
there were never such devoted
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