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kate had been there for months. months of violence, of bloodshed, of danger and thinly veiled threats. sometimes the enemies were beyond the border, sometimes they were in the form of neighbors and 'friends'. in her twenty-eight years of existence, she'd learned well enough that, in general, people left you alone if you didn't give them a reason to do otherwise. don't talk shit, don't pretend you're the baddest bitch (even when you are), and don't have things people want. don't have extra food, don't have fixed up tech, and more importantly, don't have power. power was the very reason her wife had died all those years ago, and power, kate knew, was quite possibly the most dangerous thing of all.
truth be told, kate wasn't exactly sure why cat was fifty shades of fucked up that day as they entered the casino. she sat at a table, playing a game of poker for worthless bragging rights, cards in one hand, a glass of something dark colored and smelling like acetone in the other. she was winning, but she didn't really care; poker just reminded her of nyssa, all those years ago, the games they'd play which exchanging flirtatious glances. they had played for bragging rights though, and frankly, in comparison to this game, against men she held little interest in, it was much better. still, cat came in, looking like six feet of shit, and kate only quirked a brow, laying her cards out and grumbles emitting from those at the table. they threw there cards down and muttered petty insults, and she ignored them, shifting her eyes to the boss, raising a brow as she glanced them over, patiently waiting for them to speak. perhaps they'd explain why they looked like crap, perhaps they wouldn't. it didn't affect kate much either way, because she could probably guess what happened.
catalyst had power, they flaunted it. they struck her as the type to try to make men bow before them, pretending they were somehow better than the rest of them. in the end, though, they were all human, they all bled red, and while she'd been taught to bow to no one in her time with nyssa, kate understood that you could have peace or pride, and after all these years, she was tired of proud people. she sort of figured they'd done something to deserve whatever had happened to them; they held power, and that always came at a cost.
kate had been there for months. months of violence, of bloodshed, of danger and thinly veiled threats. sometimes the enemies were beyond the border, sometimes they were in the form of neighbors and 'friends'. in her twenty-eight years of existence, she'd learned well enough that, in general, people left you alone if you didn't give them a reason to do otherwise. don't talk shit, don't pretend you're the baddest bitch (even when you are), and don't have things people want. don't have extra food, don't have fixed up tech, and more importantly, don't have power. power was the very reason her wife had died all those years ago, and power, kate knew, was quite possibly the most dangerous thing of all.
truth be told, kate wasn't exactly sure why cat was fifty shades of fucked up that day as they entered the casino. she sat at a table, playing a game of poker for worthless bragging rights, cards in one hand, a glass of something dark colored and smelling like acetone in the other. she was winning, but she didn't really care; poker just reminded her of nyssa, all those years ago, the games they'd play which exchanging flirtatious glances. they had played for bragging rights though, and frankly, in comparison to this game, against men she held little interest in, it was much better. still, cat came in, looking like six feet of shit, and kate only quirked a brow, laying her cards out and grumbles emitting from those at the table. they threw there cards down and muttered petty insults, and she ignored them, shifting her eyes to the boss, raising a brow as she glanced them over, patiently waiting for them to speak. perhaps they'd explain why they looked like crap, perhaps they wouldn't. it didn't affect kate much either way, because she could probably guess what happened.
catalyst had power, they flaunted it. they struck her as the type to try to make men bow before them, pretending they were somehow better than the rest of them. in the end, though, they were all human, they all bled red, and while she'd been taught to bow to no one in her time with nyssa, kate understood that you could have peace or pride, and after all these years, she was tired of proud people. she sort of figured they'd done something to deserve whatever had happened to them; they held power, and that always came at a cost.
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[color=#BCD8E4][shadow=black,left]a weekend on a boat in california
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