06-24-2013, 10:05 PM
They come in lines. Neat and straight and orderly like toy soldiers. Step by step. Left, right, left. It makes Cat's eyes narrow and her small mouth tug outward at the edges, drawing it flat and even like a severe slash across her face. [stand up straight!] She does. [pull your shoulders back, you'll look bigger!] and she does. It very probably looks quite awkward but Cat has learned to always - always! - listen to her Others.
The woman says Excuse me Miss and the short woman leans forward just so [..wait for it...] but nothing comes. The words hang out in the ether, are blown away in the wind. Aborted before they're spoken. When she throws Mistress at her, Cat tugs herself back and looks at the woman oddly before sparring but a glance over one shoulder. [she's talking to you, you big dummy..] Oh. OH.
"Wait." She says, touching her pockets. Touching her pockets and frowning. "Wait. Why would you want my bus pass?" She mumbles to herself, because she has to do that....has to speak the words so that her mind can process the question and the task at hand. "The Richtofen. Right, yes. I don't know." Then, "No. Wait!" She snaps her fingers and points at the big building beyond them. "I'm here because I have to speak to someone who....knows things...." Her words trail off just like Estelle's had once the woman starts doing the sign language with her finger.
That they're letting her go through is met with a moment of suspicion. She eyes them all carefully and scratches at her scalp absently. [it's fine. it's fiiiiiine. go on, follow the marching monkeys.] And so she does. Walking toward the Castle with the two men. She turns to look at Estelle and says, "Don't go around...Colorado and 17th street it's like ..the Well to Hell." She pauses, "But only not a hoax. Just don't go over there."
She goes on with her escorts [no, they're not escorts, they're guards. poliza, el policia, kgb.] forcing her steps to stay steady when she enters the Castle.
The woman says Excuse me Miss and the short woman leans forward just so [..wait for it...] but nothing comes. The words hang out in the ether, are blown away in the wind. Aborted before they're spoken. When she throws Mistress at her, Cat tugs herself back and looks at the woman oddly before sparring but a glance over one shoulder. [she's talking to you, you big dummy..] Oh. OH.
"Wait." She says, touching her pockets. Touching her pockets and frowning. "Wait. Why would you want my bus pass?" She mumbles to herself, because she has to do that....has to speak the words so that her mind can process the question and the task at hand. "The Richtofen. Right, yes. I don't know." Then, "No. Wait!" She snaps her fingers and points at the big building beyond them. "I'm here because I have to speak to someone who....knows things...." Her words trail off just like Estelle's had once the woman starts doing the sign language with her finger.
That they're letting her go through is met with a moment of suspicion. She eyes them all carefully and scratches at her scalp absently. [it's fine. it's fiiiiiine. go on, follow the marching monkeys.] And so she does. Walking toward the Castle with the two men. She turns to look at Estelle and says, "Don't go around...Colorado and 17th street it's like ..the Well to Hell." She pauses, "But only not a hoax. Just don't go over there."
She goes on with her escorts [no, they're not escorts, they're guards. poliza, el policia, kgb.] forcing her steps to stay steady when she enters the Castle.