[Definitely open to using these threads for game canon. Hit me up on plurk to discuss if you wish: brooklyn2181]
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The feel of the cool marble beneath her body was a welcome sensation as Kate slowly started to stir, the air around her not overly warm but so thick with humidity that she felt like she had to literally peel herself off of the floor in order to rise. Her mind danced in that place between sleeping and waking, Kate trying to eek out every precious moment of rest she could manage, knowing full well that the times when she could do so were few and far between.
A thought tried to press through the haze of sleep, a twisting, writhing sense of wrong that urged her to open her eyes but it wasn't until a change in the air saw a cool breeze caress her bare skin that Kate shed the blanket of sleep entirely.
She found herself sitting bolt upright amongst a mass of naked bodies, her mind going completely blank as she took in her all too foreign surroundings but soon, fragments of a conversation begin to weave through her consciousness and words like 'serial killer' and 'mass grave' dropped like a stone in the pit of her stomach.
"Freddie?"
She hated herself for the desperation she could hear when she spoke, for the way that fear had made the name barely audible and while there was a voice in her head telling her to remain calm, her heart was already trying to hammer its way out of her chest. Hazel eyes that betrayed her fear, darted around the temple and it was only then, that she spied the folded white garment, one arm trying in vain to give her a modicum of modesty as she snatched it up.
It was there, against the dark leather of a pair of sandals that she first noticed the gleam of gold, the Walther PPK providing Kate with a glimmer of hope but in a moment of foolishness, she froze. Kate's instinct to survive urged her to hide the weapon in the garment she held in her hand but the part of her that was still an eighteen-year-old girl who couldn't even face her father while she was wearing jeans and a bra? That part was equally desperate to cover up.
"Freddie!" The shrill sound of panic made her voice stronger this time as Kate tried in vain to follow both instincts. Dragging her knees up to her chest, she tried to make herself as small as humanly possible; the gun and the toga clutched to her body as she frantically scanned the stirring figures for somebody that vaguely resembled the Ranger she'd been with before waking up here.
Kate Fuller ][ From Dusk Till Dawn [1]
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The feel of the cool marble beneath her body was a welcome sensation as Kate slowly started to stir, the air around her not overly warm but so thick with humidity that she felt like she had to literally peel herself off of the floor in order to rise. Her mind danced in that place between sleeping and waking, Kate trying to eek out every precious moment of rest she could manage, knowing full well that the times when she could do so were few and far between.
A thought tried to press through the haze of sleep, a twisting, writhing sense of wrong that urged her to open her eyes but it wasn't until a change in the air saw a cool breeze caress her bare skin that Kate shed the blanket of sleep entirely.
She found herself sitting bolt upright amongst a mass of naked bodies, her mind going completely blank as she took in her all too foreign surroundings but soon, fragments of a conversation begin to weave through her consciousness and words like 'serial killer' and 'mass grave' dropped like a stone in the pit of her stomach.
"Freddie?"
She hated herself for the desperation she could hear when she spoke, for the way that fear had made the name barely audible and while there was a voice in her head telling her to remain calm, her heart was already trying to hammer its way out of her chest. Hazel eyes that betrayed her fear, darted around the temple and it was only then, that she spied the folded white garment, one arm trying in vain to give her a modicum of modesty as she snatched it up.
It was there, against the dark leather of a pair of sandals that she first noticed the gleam of gold, the Walther PPK providing Kate with a glimmer of hope but in a moment of foolishness, she froze. Kate's instinct to survive urged her to hide the weapon in the garment she held in her hand but the part of her that was still an eighteen-year-old girl who couldn't even face her father while she was wearing jeans and a bra? That part was equally desperate to cover up.
"Freddie!" The shrill sound of panic made her voice stronger this time as Kate tried in vain to follow both instincts. Dragging her knees up to her chest, she tried to make herself as small as humanly possible; the gun and the toga clutched to her body as she frantically scanned the stirring figures for somebody that vaguely resembled the Ranger she'd been with before waking up here.
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[Anything goes!]