[ There's a young woman standing on the doorstep to a home, an apartment, it doesn't matter. It might be your door, it might not. She's staring intently at the knob. Or is it the lock? In her hands, she's playing with what looks like a hair tie. Maybe a rubber band? She's rotating it around her forefingers, snapping it with her thumb every few seconds. It's methodical. Two rotations, snap. Three rotations, snap. Two rotations, snap. Three rotations-- ]
I can see you there.
[ She doesn't turn her head, but it's pretty clear she's addressing you. Innocent bystander? Poor soul who just wants to get back into their home? Whatever the answer, she's not moving. ]
b. on the street, any city.
[ So, this is pretty much insane. Full-on bonkers. In more familiar vernacular, it's mental. She's mental for buying into it. And, she's forced to admit, she'd be climbing the walls if she stayed in and thought about it too much. So, she's wandering the streets and thinking about it too much, if the intense look on her face is anything to go by. She makes for an interesting image in her leather jacket and tattered jeans, clutching the handle of her bag in both hands.
You might not even get that close, but if you come within a range she deems to be too much so for her comfort and don't have super-speed or enhanced reflexes of some sort, there's a chance you're going to come face to face with Kitty and her telescoping baton. ]
Don't come any closer. [ It's possible she's bluffing and she won't whack you with the baton. It's also possible that she is not. ]
c. here and there, any city.
[ Kitty chooses out-of-the-way locations for her observations. Experiments. Whatever you want to call them. She's not really sure what to call them herself. All she knows is that it's vital she become more familiar with herself and her surroundings. Seems she's taking quite well to her mentor's training.
So, hey, you may walk down an alley or round a corner or find yourself on a rooftop and be met with the sight of a young woman walking in circles around... herself... while reading from a file folder that also contains the informative pamphlet all imPorts receive on arrival. ]
kitty winter | elementary
[ There's a young woman standing on the doorstep to a home, an apartment, it doesn't matter. It might be your door, it might not. She's staring intently at the knob. Or is it the lock? In her hands, she's playing with what looks like a hair tie. Maybe a rubber band? She's rotating it around her forefingers, snapping it with her thumb every few seconds. It's methodical. Two rotations, snap. Three rotations, snap. Two rotations, snap. Three rotations-- ]
I can see you there.
[ She doesn't turn her head, but it's pretty clear she's addressing you. Innocent bystander? Poor soul who just wants to get back into their home? Whatever the answer, she's not moving. ]
b. on the street, any city.
[ So, this is pretty much insane. Full-on bonkers. In more familiar vernacular, it's mental. She's mental for buying into it. And, she's forced to admit, she'd be climbing the walls if she stayed in and thought about it too much. So, she's wandering the streets and thinking about it too much, if the intense look on her face is anything to go by. She makes for an interesting image in her leather jacket and tattered jeans, clutching the handle of her bag in both hands.
You might not even get that close, but if you come within a range she deems to be too much so for her comfort and don't have super-speed or enhanced reflexes of some sort, there's a chance you're going to come face to face with Kitty and her telescoping baton. ]
Don't come any closer. [ It's possible she's bluffing and she won't whack you with the baton. It's also possible that she is not. ]
c. here and there, any city.
[ Kitty chooses out-of-the-way locations for her observations. Experiments. Whatever you want to call them. She's not really sure what to call them herself. All she knows is that it's vital she become more familiar with herself and her surroundings. Seems she's taking quite well to her mentor's training.
So, hey, you may walk down an alley or round a corner or find yourself on a rooftop and be met with the sight of a young woman walking in circles around... herself... while reading from a file folder that also contains the informative pamphlet all imPorts receive on arrival. ]
d. wildcard
[ Want something different? Hit me! Also: Permissions for Kitty. ]