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𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. ([personal profile] tombstruck) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarking 2020-02-22 03:12 pm (UTC)

kitty jones | bartimaeus sequence

one. safehouse – pancakewalk
being in the safehouse is driving her mad. she's used to moving about, dodging the night police, practicing, doing something. being locked in with a bunch of people she doesn't know with very little do to is bordering on the torturous. especially if you have a whole baggage claim worth of stuff you really, really don't want to think about. after staring holes into the ceiling, she takes a shower, and after the shower, her stomach is audibly growling –– kitchen it is.

first, she sorts through the various cupboards and the fridge, before she decides on something. sure, there's readymade options, but she needs this to be a task that occupies her a little longer than the five minutes she'd need to scarf down a plateful of pasta graciously provided by unknown someones.

kitty's no great cook, but she's lived alone for a bit already. and she's watched anne, not that she wants to think about anne right now, because that's just going to lead to thinking about whatever's left of anne. bites her lip, shakes her head, back to business. business being mixing pancake batter (the egg-replacement had boasted that it'll "eggceed eggspectations" on its label, and kitty sure as fuck hope it will).


Am I in the way? ⟪ not alone in the kitchen! woe! ⟫ Or do you want some – ⟪ the batter really just looks like batter, so altogether not super promising. ⟫ They're going to be pancakes.


two. fight club – ouch

the thing is, she's considered herself a little bit prepared. and for the first... ten minutes or so, it hadn't looked all that bad for kitty. she's fast, she can land a punch and aims pretty nasty for the eyes and nose. her opponent did, in fact, wind up with a badly bloodied one. but she's more practiced in running than she is in actual fighting, and, let's face it, she's sixteen. she's got limits.

so by minute eleven, she's pretty done for, and loses spectacularly before they even hit minute twelve.

afterwards, she's nursing some sizeable bruises at the sidelines, looking a bit grumpy.


What?

maybe check on her. or buy her a soda. or call her a dumbass.


wildcard.

ooc: i'm open to other random stuff! play vidya with her in the arcade, binge eat at the festival!

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