there’s a beat before he answers, stunned as he attempts to wrap his head around her change. ‘ oxford… if you want a more specific answer, i couldn’t give it- i’m not from here. ’
his hand lowers more and he thinks to put his cell phone away but he can’t with hers still wrapped around his wrist. ‘ can you tell me what’s happened? we could go some place private? i’m a detective- i-i can help. ’
OXFORD ? fuck . he really didn’t bother taking them that far then , huh ? that dumb black van didn’t need all that much petrol to get them to his personal fucking laboratory . NICE TO KNOW . fingers slowly unfurl from his arm , hand withdrawing just as quickly as it extended .
her body aches , slashes still healing , even with the sheer speed her body contributes . they don’t feel like SURVIVAL just yet . chin close to chest , a soft nod - response relentlessly careful , even if the way her body blurs forces errors in receipt .
so quick he doesn’t even see it happen, her hand is on him in a flash, efficiently startling him in it’s suddenness. what he does see, though, is what comes next. the colours emanating from her. it’s beautiful. breathtaking. befuddling. he hears no reaction from the people nearby, but he’s essentially forgotten there’s anyone else but the two of them.
a woman’s voice comes through his phone. ‘ emergency. which service? ’ wide blue eyes finally blink as he carefully lowers the phone and ends the call. ‘ o k a y. ’
B R E A T H E , for christ’s sake . air is held inside jailhouse ribs , a cacophony of life trapped within - she sees the telltale gaze , the movement as he hangs up the phone without a word . grip loosens to a level that does not threaten to break bone .
‘PLEASE- don’t . ’
IT IS ALL CONNECTED . colours soften just so , becoming the epitome of WARMTH && COMFORT; the sight of her , slowly , seems more human . blood hides the multitude of scars that cover her every inch , where the shorts && shirt do not .
heyo! my name's spencer! i'm 17 & from england. i go to college & i have a part time job, so please be patient with me! i also have a few mental health issues, but i'm trying my hardest! my inbox & ims are always open to anyone, whether it's to plot, ask questions, or just to chat! if you ever need to talk to someone, hit me up! i'm always here to help!
rules : personal
O N E -- no drama or hate, and no vagueblogging. i have severe anxiety and a delusional disorder, and i will unfollow you without warning if you vagueblog, even if it’s not about me (i may think it is). T W O -- please tag your triggers. this is quite a triggering blog, and i will tag accordingly with ’trigger //’ (tell me if i don’t tag something & i’ll fix it), and i’d be extremely thankful if you did the same! my specific triggers are: abuse, food, eating disorders, self harm, jump scares, ableism, and suicide. T H R E E -- if you have a problem with me, please tell me outright. it’d ease my mind massively & help me improve myself! i’m autistic & i struggle with intentions, implications, and tones of speech. i might mess up! i’m human! but i want to fix my mistakes. F O U R -- feel free to ask questions about me or my muse. i love to have the opportunity to inform & explain, and even to build more upon my character!
rules : roleplay
O N E -- please tag your nsfw. i don't roleplay it myself, & i don't particularly want it coming up on my dash. however, i'm not removing the possibility of kate having sex within relationships, and i don't want to limit ships because of this - i'm okay with fade to black/time jumps. T W O -- no godmodding. this includes playing my muse for me, or badly hurting or killing my muse without my permission. T H R E E -- kate’s timeline is very flexible. i can adapt it to most fandoms without the need for aus, as long as they're modern-ish (within about 30 years of the current year). F O U R -- this is a multifandom blog. i'm familiar with a lot of fandoms, and i'm more likely to follow/interact you if i'm familiar with your character's fandom & backstory. F I V E -- mun =/= muse. kate may do/say things that can be considered morally questionable/wrong. i, in no way, condone these acts. S I X -- memes, opens, and starter calls are open to anyone unless specified. i reserve the right not to reply if for any reason i do not want to. S E V E N -- i am so up for pre-established relationships. seriously. come @ me bro.
kate’s nomadic , travelling from place to place , mindlessly searching. she picks up girls in bars , drinks her pain away , laughs & shouts. under all of that ? she’s deeply depressed , traumatised. yeah , maybe she’s scared of getting close to people - SO WHAT ?
the scientist drew her in , tore her apart && put her back together in the wrong order. call it stockholm syndrome , call it trauma - he became her father. he trained her , extensively , turned her into a killer for his twisted cause , & died. & she misses him. kate’s a murderer , plain & simple - she goes from place to place to place to find people. somehow , it’s not her. it’s a hollow person , a vessel for his memory , a shell of a being. SHE DIED IN THAT LAB.
kate’s still in catholic high school , still being abused by her father , still using the excuse of boxing to get away with bruises & broken bones , still attempting to keep away from people who might suspect something. they all think she’s cool , because she’s always beat up & always swears & doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks - she gets invited to parties ; she drinks & smokes & takes whatever people give her , stumbles home in the hopes that her father is already asleep. SUICIDALLY RECKLESS TEEN.
the night dylan’s parents kicked him out , & kate’s parents found out she was gay , her father got a job in america. he says it was a coincidence , but kate knows it wasn’t. the whole family move to america , & they shove her into a school there - say this is a new start ! that they can start over ! as if the move would cure her. but her father is , if anything , worse than he was back home. they’re not close to anyone in the u.s. , no one’s checking up - he’s free to hurt her however he wants , almost without question. & she’s TRAPPED UNDER HIS THUMB.
