➼ nothing creepy about frolicking through the woods at night
[ It's not sneaking, geez. What's wrong with a little snooping around the woods when you hear wildly weird screams that may or may not have a bit of a suspicious air to them. Besides, maybe she's just taking a late evening stroll. You know, in dark clothes, a bat, and a flashlight as she treks through the woods alone. It's totally not weird, shut up.
Kate's just curious, and when the curiosity builds up, she can't help her feet. She has to know. And while curiosity kills the cat, Kate's not a cat so she considers herself relatively safe in that matter. Even if, okay, she might get in trouble for this. Not the point.
Of course, her flashlight has to go and flicker just as she wanders within a dark grove of trees. The light strobes fast until it goes out all together, forcing her to stop in her step. ] Aw, futz, come on. [ With the solid bottom of her palm, she begins to beat against the plastic flashlight, the large battery shifting with a rattled disturbance inside.
Finally, the light flickers back on but as soon as the wave of yellow illuminates the darkness of the night, the immediate presence of a silhouette makes Kate jolt up with a high scream. ]
➼ madonna is not the musical genius of our age
[ She's always been decades behind when it comes to music. It's probably why she's been ragged on about trying to play up the cello at parties. But whatever. Kate hardly lets a little criticism shroud her judgement (despite all the judging she does).
The plus side to working at the record store is that there's less of a chance of her getting kicked out for rearranging the albums in her own preferred order. Those current popular hits that usually get put on display in the front get scooted to the far back, with Kate putting more her vintage icons up front and center. Sure, she's gotten scolded by the boss over it before, but she'll argue her case for it every time if she has to.
The bubble of her gum pops as she slips a Hall & Oates album in front of Nirvana, her attention drawn to the bell that alerts her of an entering visitor. Conjuring up a smile, she puts on her best customer service face. ] Aaaaand welcome! Can I interest you in some Springsteen today?
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Kate's just curious, and when the curiosity builds up, she can't help her feet. She has to know. And while curiosity kills the cat, Kate's not a cat so she considers herself relatively safe in that matter. Even if, okay, she might get in trouble for this. Not the point.
Of course, her flashlight has to go and flicker just as she wanders within a dark grove of trees. The light strobes fast until it goes out all together, forcing her to stop in her step. ] Aw, futz, come on. [ With the solid bottom of her palm, she begins to beat against the plastic flashlight, the large battery shifting with a rattled disturbance inside.
Finally, the light flickers back on but as soon as the wave of yellow illuminates the darkness of the night, the immediate presence of a silhouette makes Kate jolt up with a high scream. ]
[ She's always been decades behind when it comes to music. It's probably why she's been ragged on about trying to play up the cello at parties. But whatever. Kate hardly lets a little criticism shroud her judgement (despite all the judging she does).
The plus side to working at the record store is that there's less of a chance of her getting kicked out for rearranging the albums in her own preferred order. Those current popular hits that usually get put on display in the front get scooted to the far back, with Kate putting more her vintage icons up front and center. Sure, she's gotten scolded by the boss over it before, but she'll argue her case for it every time if she has to.
The bubble of her gum pops as she slips a Hall & Oates album in front of Nirvana, her attention drawn to the bell that alerts her of an entering visitor. Conjuring up a smile, she puts on her best customer service face. ] Aaaaand welcome! Can I interest you in some Springsteen today?