this is where you can leave me prompts or starters for anyone I play! • link images • specify the desired character in the subject line • forgive the rustiness for 90% of the people I have accounts for
( it's just commonplace, really, to keep eye contact to a bare minimum when you're trying to stay on the low-low; there have been times in the past in which she and her brother have had to keep a low profile, and it's easier said than done when you're as tall and lanky as she is, with a proclivity for standing out like a swollen thumb around someone like dean, who's just a bit on the short side and walks with a bow-legged swagger that does, indeed, beg remembering.
she might not have been expecting that icebreaker, or any other sort of anything other than constant broken eye contact. there's something — not sketchy, not dodgy or anything about the other woman, but something that speaks of a body having spent too long on the road, running from ghosts or demons or both in tandem, and for a second … sam's heart goes out to her. whatever her issues are, she hopes there's some level of closure.
what's your story?
she laughs, though, a bit of a chuckle for the question. ) Usually. I think he ends up looking at himself in the mirror. ( no, she doesn't, but here we are again with terrible small-talk. she's never been great with it, not in the slightest. )
Edited (back to the 'same icon twice in a row' conundrum) 2018-01-06 04:25 (UTC)
( Probably is. But probably most people on the low-low know what the fuck they're doing and aren't running into unfairly attractive women. Kate's just kind of winging it. And maybe going a little stir-crazy from her main interactions with people being short, clipped food orders or thank yous for ringing up her purchases.
She always thought it'd be easier for her to handle this sort of isolated life. But damn, she was wrong. The whole having no one on your side thing gets old and does so quickly. So, even that little joke is enough to soften Kate's expression a bit. Not quite a smile, but a bit more relaxed than before. Less of the nervous flitting eyes, more eye contact. )
You two from around here?
( Small talk is kind of a pain, sure. But she hasn't heard anything more than basic pleases and thank yous in days. It's almost a relief. )
damn it gmail ate this notif i'm upset
she might not have been expecting that icebreaker, or any other sort of anything other than constant broken eye contact. there's something — not sketchy, not dodgy or anything about the other woman, but something that speaks of a body having spent too long on the road, running from ghosts or demons or both in tandem, and for a second … sam's heart goes out to her. whatever her issues are, she hopes there's some level of closure.
what's your story?
she laughs, though, a bit of a chuckle for the question. ) Usually. I think he ends up looking at himself in the mirror. ( no, she doesn't, but here we are again with terrible small-talk. she's never been great with it, not in the slightest. )
gmail can you behave
She always thought it'd be easier for her to handle this sort of isolated life. But damn, she was wrong. The whole having no one on your side thing gets old and does so quickly. So, even that little joke is enough to soften Kate's expression a bit. Not quite a smile, but a bit more relaxed than before. Less of the nervous flitting eyes, more eye contact. )
You two from around here?
( Small talk is kind of a pain, sure. But she hasn't heard anything more than basic pleases and thank yous in days. It's almost a relief. )