Kit-Katt's Samples

[San_Katt]

✦✰✧ Lucy Quinn Fabray ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me:: Rachel's Car
So You Found Me:: Rachel
Out-Of-Crimson:: {Music in Top GIF, Outfit in Bottom GIF}

The sound of Rachel’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she quickly turned around to face the road, hoping that the petite diva did not realize that Quinn had been staring at her, though she knew the diva did, Rachel was just observant like that. Sighing, Quinn put on her seatbelt and glanced at Rachel through her peripheral vision, noticing how tense the diva seemed to be. Placing a light hand on Rachel’s arm, completely ignoring the chills it sent down her own spine, Quinn began to speak. “It is just as lovely to see you Rachel, and I did see their comments on the chat, but I also saw yours, so thank you. Now relax, it is not like I am going to kill you or something, we are friends.” Quinn then moved her hand away from Rachel’s arm and placed it in her own lap, hoping that the feelings of butterflies in her gut would go away.

It was strange, how Quinn had fallen in love with Rachel all those years ago, mostly because she had bullied the girl constantly, and yet Rachel never seemed to back down. Sure, she cried a little, but she, in her own way, learned to fight back, it was that aspect, which made Quinn bully Rachel more. Then the images started coming, the ones of Rachel naked beneath her, how wonderful it would be to hear Rachel scream her name out during sex, all of it, and thus she drew the crude, yet accurate picture of Rachel naked in the girl’s bathroom. To the rest of the Cheerios it was a joke, something to bully Rachel more, but to Quinn, it was like heaven, seeing her masterpiece there on the wall of the stall. Then she joined Glee and heard Rachel sing, and sure, she played it off like she hated it, and in a way she did, because she had to watch Rachel cling to Finn, not realizing that Quinn could love her so much better than that idiotic oaf, but hey, Quinn had to keep up an appearance, and so she did. Their slow friendship began when Quinn got pregnant and Rachel did the one thing Quinn herself could not do, tell the truth. Sure, it hurt, what Rachel had told them, but in truth, Quinn would never have done it herself, and slowly over the last few years, they had become friends. Now however, Quinn wanted more, she wanted Rachel to herself, something she knew she could not have, so she would settle with these little dinner dates, and the occasional sleepover, should they ever get to be friends like that, and Quinn would try and be satisfied.

Quinn relished in her memories, and the smell of the car, a smell that belong distinctly to the Berry’s, and more importantly, Rachel. Her scowl lightened completely into a small smile, barely noticeable on her lips, though it was there, as she leaned back into the seat. Her eyes fluttered lightly closed as she relaxed, wondering why she had never taken Rachel up on going out to dinner before.

[San_Katt]

✦✰✧ Lucy Quinn Fabray ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me:: Rachel's Car
So You Found Me:: Rachel
Out-Of-Crimson:: {Music in Top GIF, Outfit in Bottom GIF}

As the car began to move, Quinn looked over at Rachel once more, not caring if Rachel considered her staring rude or distracting, for she was imagining her hands running through those dark brown locks, and Rachel’s own tangling into her own pink, it was amazing, but she had to control herself. She had said those things to Rachel last year for a reason; she wanted Rachel to hurt, to get out of Lima, away from the mean people who lived there, even if it meant Quinn losing the diva, with whom, she had been in love with, going on four years. Shaking her head, she smiled even more and let out a raspy chuckle. “You do not make me uncomfortable Rachel, you never could,” Quinn lied through her teeth, not wanting Rachel to know that Rachel made her so uncomfortable because of the thoughts that ran through her own head when she was close to her.

Thinking back to right after Blaine showed up, when they sang “Last Friday Night” in the choir room and she joined Rachel up on that desk at the side of the room. It was one of her favorite memories, mostly because she could stare at Rachel all she wanted and no one would think differently, because they were friends and they were dancing on a desk. In that moment, Quinn had wanted nothing more than to than kiss Rachel, to kiss her until she was lying under Quinn on that desk, moaning…

Quinn snapped out of her memory, as the images that had flooded her mind on that day, returned to her and she had to suppress a moan that was rising in her throat. She did so and ended up coughing ever so slightly “Damn cigarettes,” she muttered, just in case Rachel became worried. Sure, she loved the cigarettes, but she hated the odd feeling they left in the back of her throat. It also did not help that they made her breath smell funny, even after she brushed for fifteen minutes, and used mouthwash, but she could not give them up. Even when she had gone back to being blonde for a while, she had not given up smoking, even if she did have to hide it from everyone.

[San_Katt]

↓Now I'm looking up the bible tryna find a Loophole
Yeah I'm living for revival, dying for a new soul
Now there's no light to guide me on my way home
Now there's no time to shine my rusty halo

Ͼ⇒atrina Λ⇒emilia Ǥ⇒race
Try to Find Me:: My Room > Driving Through The Streets
So You Found Me:: No One
Check Me Out:: If You Dare
Music In My Soul:: "Rusty Halo" - The Script

It was early morning, and a moan escaped my pink lips, as I drug myself out of bed, pink hair falling in shambled around my face. I was still dressed in the clothes from the night before, smell of smoke, liquor, and another girl’s perfume mixed with my own, included. I relished in the smell for a moment before heading over to my dresser and pulling out the first thing that I could find, before trudging to the bathroom, eyes barely open. I had my reasons to be groggy, for I had only gotten home just before dawn, and my older sister, who made a small ruckus coming home, made another small ruckus a few hours later when she awoke. It is not as if I could blame her for everything though. She was not the reason I had been out partying until the wee hours of the morning; or the reason my sleep was plagued with dreams of naked girls doing horrific things to each other; not that I minded the latter, it is just that I am not exactly proud of the dreams, and they constantly kept waking me up.

I sighed briefly as the water from the shower washed away the last of the remnants from the night before, except for the pounding headache of course, because those never went away nowadays, but once again, totally my own fault. I stepped out of the shower and quickly began to dry off, starting with my hair before moving to the rest of my body. My hair was practically my prized possession, it was hot pink with blonde streaks underneath, and though it was getting paler by the day, meaning I really needed to dye it again, I could not help but love it.

Once I was dressed, I headed out of the bathroom and down stairs into the kitchen, where I grabbed a bottle of water, a package of my favorite flavor of Pop Tarts, and headed out of the house, grabbing my keys from the hook near the door. I headed out into the garage and looked at the cars before me, before heading over to my black convertible and hopping in, not bothering to open the door. I carried with me only my keys, my ID, a package of cigarettes, my cell, and my wallet. I rarely carried a bag, but when I did, it was always the same bag. It was black, with long fringe on the bottom, and a single fold-over and zipper pocket. It was my favorite bag, but today I did not feel like taking it with me, mostly because I was going shopping and most accused me of shop-lifting, even if I was the daughter of the man the town was named after.

Pulling out of the garage, I pulled a pair of sunglasses from one of my cup-holders and put them on, before continuing on my way, a smirk on my face. Heading down the driveway and out onto the main road, I could not help but feel happy as the window began to blow through what of my hair was not held down by my hat. I felt free, and the headache was slowly going away with the fresh air, and I mean slowly, like slower than a freaking snail slow, but at least it was going away.

"I do it with snakes and chains..."

Now I'm running for the light in the tunnel but it's just the train
Yeah I'm looking for the right type of pleasure but all I find is pain oh
Now there's no light to guide me on my way home
Now there's no time to shine my rusty halo↑

[San_Katt]

↓Now I'm looking up the bible tryna find a Loophole
Yeah I'm living for revival, dying for a new soul
Now there's no light to guide me on my way home
Now there's no time to shine my rusty halo

Ͼ⇒atrina Λ⇒emilia Ǥ⇒race
Try to Find Me:: Driving Through The Streets > Antique Bookstore
So You Found Me:: No One
Check Me Out:: If You Dare
Music In My Soul:: "Rusty Halo" - The Script

I drove through town, blaring my music and bobbing my head like nothing was wrong with me, like I had not gotten only a few hours of poor sleep, and that I was not suffering from one of the worst headaches in the world, because well, if I didn’t, someone would start asking questions. As I approached the intersection before the boutiques, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and heard a particular laugh come from that area, meaning only one thing, Vic had texted me. Pulling out my phone, I checked the text and could not help but laugh, only Vic would be more worried about the night ahead than the night before, that was something we had in common, never living in the past. I was about to compose a text back, when I heard a honk from behind me, and realized that the light had turned green. So instead, I tossed my phone into the passenger’s seat and drove on; not even giving it a second glance until I had safely parked in front of one of my favorite stores, which was sort of out of place among all the clothing shops. It was a small bookstore, that specialized in antique and rare books, not to say they did not have newer books as well, but they mostly carried the classics.

I picked up my cell from where I had discarded it, and read over the text again just for shits and giggles, because really, Vic, though my older sister, was my other half. We went to all the same parties, more or less, we did things our parents would kill us for, things only the other knows about, when it comes to those in the family, and that is how we like it. Vic and I do not talk much, but when we do, it is meaningful, even if no one else thinks it is, because we share a mutual understanding of the other, and how their secrets are just as important to be kept as our own.

To: Vic
From: Cat

Oh, just before you, Miss ‘I can’t keep quiet’. I really do not know yet, probably just after curfew, as soon as dad does his room check, because we both know I don’t want to get caught sneaking out before he does his room check.

I sent the message, and slipped my cell back into my pocket and slipped out of my car. I opened the door this time because I was not in the sanctity of my own garage, and I could accidentally flash someone. I may be a complete badass on the outside, and mostly on the inside, but I do have manners, they were sort of beat into me as a child. I then proceeded to head into the bookstore, immediately taking a deep breath as the smell of old books and ink flooded my senses. It was one of my favorite smells in the entire world and at times, I wished I could bottle it up and use it as perfume.

Moving around the bookstore for me was a breeze, having memorized where all my favorite authors were when I was much younger, so that now it was as if I moved on autopilot, avoiding most obstacles in my way. When I reached the Shakespeare section, my brow knitted together and I began to run my fingers across the spines of the books, examining the title of each one. A scowl crossed my face as I discovered that they had not gotten in any new plays by the marvelous author. I personally was waiting on a collector’s edition of Hamlet to enter the store shelves, but sadly, it seemed as if the older I became the less likely it was that the book would show itself in the bookstore.

After checking a few other sections and selecting my default book, a collection of poems by Edgar Allen Poe, I simply headed to the back of the bookstore and took a seat on the floor under a lamp, which appeared to have been in the shop longer than many of the books the store sold. However, this was my favorite spot in the entire store, because no one ever bothered me, no one at all. Therefore, as I sat, lady-like on the floor, leaning up against the wall, I began to read without a single distraction, having made sure to turn my phone over to vibrate before entering.

"I do it with snakes and chains..."

Now I'm running for the light in the tunnel but it's just the train
Yeah I'm looking for the right type of pleasure but all I find is pain oh
Now there's no light to guide me on my way home
Now there's no time to shine my rusty halo↑

[San_Katt]

Ͼ⇒atrina Λ⇒emilia Ǥ⇒race
The Silent Photographer

Outfit

A tall girl with blonde hair that cascaded past her shoulders ever so slightly, wearing a fedora, approached the yard of the Kerrington’s, a Nikon camera in hand. She crouched down on the front walkway and positioned her camera in front of her face before quickly snapping a few shots, turning the camera this way and that, even moving forwards and backwards, trying to get a good shot. She was not new to the neighborhood, nor was she being a creeper, she was simply taking pictures of the house, as she had every other house when someone new moved in, so she could document any changes that the house went through under the new owners care. In her peripheral vision she could see the McDowell brother’s wrestling around on the ground, and she assumed that they were yelling, but due to her deafness, she could only hear faint grunts and the occasional other noise. She took a few more pictures before approaching the house itself, shaking her head lightly in the direction of the McDowell boys, because they were just that, boys, not the young adults they were supposed to be. A sigh escaped her pale lips, as she climbed the steps leading onto the front porch. She did not know why her parents had insisted that she be the one that welcome the Kerrington’s on their behalf, they knew she did not talk much, and when she did talk, most people made fun of her because of her accent mixed with her lack of being able to hear herself.

Once on the porch fully, she turned around and took a few pictures from an angle that she liked to describe to others as “The inside looking out.” It was her second favorite house shot to take, her favorite was one off the roof, but since she did not know the Kerrington’s yet, she knew it would be a while before she got that shot, if ever. Yet another sigh escaped her lips as she faced the door and raised hand to knock, simply to realize that someone had left it open. Moving closer to the inside of the house, she knocked on the door, observing the happenings going on inside with watchful, cautious, eyes.

Catrina Aemilia Grace was her name, the only daughter of an English couple who moved to America when Catrina was ten. She lost most of her hearing in a freak accident at the age of four, so her speech was underdeveloped, and what signs she knew were in British sign language. Her parents had debated getting a cochlear implant for her, but since she could hear partially in her right ear, they left it be and required she wear a hearing aid in that ear. However, as she aged, she learned that she liked the world of silence better, and stopped wearing the aid; instead, she took to signing full time. She always carried a notebook with her, just in case the person she was communicating with did not know sign, which was most of the time, and because a photographer should never be without a notebook.

[San_Katt]

"The name means 'Pure Beautiful Suffering'. So don't underestimate me!"

It was the most dreaded day of the year in all of Panem, unless of course you lived in the Capitol, where you would be enjoying yourself, per usual. It was Reaping Day, and all of Panem was abuzz with excitement and dread. The excitement was only in the Capitol, where children were safe, no matter their age. The districts however, were dreading the Reaping, with the exception of those in districts one, two, and four, known as the career Districts, who thrived on the Hunger Games, and volunteered to be in the Games, for they had been trained their entire lives to participate.

This particular Reaping Day was no different than any other, especially in district three, where one Catrina Ose lived with her father, her mother having run off when Catrina was young, said to be crazy, even before Catrina was born, so her disappearance was no surprise. Catrina’s father simply moved on, turning into the support his daughter needed, but still keeping up the appearance of a man that did not need help doing things, even if he was going without food for the sake of his daughter. When Catrina turned twelve she immediately went against the word of her father and placed her name into that bowl once again, getting a tesserae so that her father would no longer have to go hungry because of her. She was good in school, never ate her lunch though, and always gave it to those who needed it more, even if it meant that she would go hungry that day, because like her father, she had a big heart, even if her outer features did not show it. Her father was an engineer, an inventor, but most of all, a role model. He taught Catrina to live life to the fullest while still helping those who needed it. However, as she got older she became hardened, a scowl permanently on her face because of how needy everyone around her seemed to be. It was wrong, they built things for the Capitol, important things, and yet they were poor. Sure, not as poor as district twelve, not that Catrina would actually know, but she could guess, because district twelve was a mining district, and thus did not get many food supplies.

On this particular morning, Catrina wandered the streets of district three, her dark brown eyes scanning the sky above, waiting, just waiting, for the hover craft that would bring in the escort of the tributes. She heard it was a new one this year because the old one had retired, or died, she was not sure on all the details, but in truth, she did not care. She wore a permanent scowl, as she had for the past three years of her life, since she turned thirteen. It was nothing new for her to be wandering the streets on Reaping Day, or any day after school before curfew, because it cleared her mind and allowed her to remain at peace with herself, and with others. She was a feisty soul, deep down, though years of schooling, and four Reapings where her name was in a numerous amount of times had taught her to control her rage and put it to good use. This included helping her father come up with new inventions, or even help him in his workshop on nights when she could not sleep.

As she wandered the district, Catrina could not help but feel nervous, there was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she did not let it show. Instead, she made her way towards home, knowing she only had about an hour or so before she needed to be in the square and she needed to wash up properly or her father would have her head on a silver platter, if he could afford a silver platter that is. Therefore, she made her way home, taking short cuts through yards and hugging the edge of the district, until she reached the shack that was her home. Hopping the fence instead of going through the gate, Catrina headed into the house, almost running her father over. He simply smiled with a nod, a secret understanding between the two that the Reaping day was a sad day, and that the house was to remain silent as possible. A small smile tried to cross her face, though it simply fell back to a scowl before she headed into the bathroom and began to wash up.

Once she finished bathing and her hair was more or less dry, she slipped into her dress. It was simplistic and old, having once belonged to her mother. The dress was a pale gold, with swirls of silver near the hem. Her father had kept it for her, but she had been reluctant to touch the thing, considering it belonged to the woman who had deserted them. However, he had convinced her to wear it, and so she said she would. The dress was pretty, not exactly her style, but it worked well with her hair, which she pulled back into a lose ponytail, with her bangs framing her face. Looking at her reflection in the half mirror that her father had bought for her when she was young, a sad smile crossed her face, though only for a moment, as she saw a young woman staring back at her, not the little girl she used to be. Her father walked up behind her and clasped a hand to her shoulder, letting her know that it was around the time to head to the square for the Reaping. A sigh escaped her lips and she simply nodded before hugging him and heading out of the house.

[San_Katt]

✦✰✧ Lucy Quinn Fabray ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me:: Rachel's Car > Breadstix
So You Found Me:: Rachel
Out-Of-Crimson:: {Music in Top GIF, Outfit in Bottom GIF}

Quinn felt her heart drop ever so slightly as she watched Rachel play with the engagement ring around her neck, a feeling of pure horror and sickness washing over her. However, she shook it off and simply smiled at Rachel. It always felt to Quinn like Rachel was above her, even if she was technically shorter, so Quinn never did really look down upon the other girl, even if it seemed like she did. In truth, she always found herself looking up at Rachel, because no matter what the diva went through, she always had her head held high, even when Quinn tried to convince her that Finn was not the person she loved last year, like that had worked, now the two were going to get married.

“We shall,” Quinn said almost cheerfully, as she began to walk, not exactly dragging Rachel behind her towards the restaurant. She reached the restaurant with Rachel in tow, and quickly opened the door for the diva, waiting until she was inside before following. When they approached, the podium that the waitress was standing at, Quinn ignored the odd looks the woman gave them, before holding up two fingers and glaring at the woman, who quickly grabbed two menus and headed towards and empty booth near the back of the restaurant.

Quinn followed, not even checking to make sure that Rachel was behind her, because really, she knew she was anyway. Sitting on one side of the booth, she motioned for Rachel to take the other, before opening the menu that the waitress had placed in front of her, quickly scanning the drink options. She would normally have gone with her usual of soda, but this night she needed something to cleanse her pallet of the cigarette smoke taste in her mouth. Once she decided on strictly water, she began to look over the many pasta options, debating between regular spaghetti and chicken Alfredo. Sure, she knew Rachel was a vegan, and would most likely go on some form of rant about how eating animals was bad, but Quinn needed meat, and she could not settle simply for bacon bits, because though they said they were bacon, were not really meat, or bacon, at least not the type Breadstix offered.

[San_Katt]

"We're fools whether we dance or not..."

It was lunchtime, and a certain brown-haired teen with fading red bangs had left the building, literally, and metaphorically, for she was sitting outside on the steps, like a bunch of others enjoyed doing, but instead of eating lunch, Catrina Aemilia Grace was lost in her own little world. She had ignored the few wolf whistles that were sent her way, either out of pure affection, or just to make her feel bad about herself, as well as the jocks, who knew of her talents, practically falling over themselves to get her to dance for them. To Catrina it was funny, how at lunch, when they had back up, they would ask her to dance, but when they were alone in the halls all they could do was throw names, because she was in the Glee club and no one was suppose to like a Gleek. Unless of course said Gleek was a Cheerio, then you had to respect her. However, Catrina was no Cheerio, despite being the best dancer in the school, she just was not girly enough for the position of Cheerio, plus she was homosexual, and even after Santana Lopez, the school did not take well to having homosexuals on the Cheerios, or any other sports team for that matter.

As she pulled herself out of her daydream, knowing full well it would be best to go inside to eat, instead of staying outside where she had to listen to the sound of the idiotic jocks wolf whistling and prodding each other to get he to dance. Therefore, she stood, grabbed her bag off the step next to her, and headed inside, past the jocks, giving them a small bow as she passed. Unfortunately, this led to one of them grabbing her a**, and it down right pissed her off. It was not to the point that she did anything drastic about it, but that she simply glared at him and leaned down like she was going to kiss his cheek before whispering, “If you had wanted me to dance, that just blew it right there hot stuff.” She then tapped his cheek and walked off, ignoring the gasps and angry stares that followed her. Sure, she was no cheerleader, but she knew how to piss people off when she wanted to.

Entering the cafeteria, Catrina noticed a redhead off to one side of the cafeteria, sitting alone, and it seemed that said redhead was as far away as possible from the Cheerios’ table. A small smile crossed Catrina’s face as she headed towards the redhead, whose name was Tegan, but preferred the name Tea, as Catrina preferred the name Cat. Catrina reached the table an offered a smile before taking a seat, not even bothering to as if she could sit with the other girl, because well, that was just who she was. Sure, Catrina was also a very distant and very serious person, but that was only when needed, and she figured that at this exact moment Tegan needed a friend, even if said friend would probably get her slushies to the face even more than normal.

"So we might as well dance."

XXX

[San_Katt]

✦✰✧ Lucy Quinn Fabray ✦✰✧
Try To Find Me:: Rachel's Car
So You Found Me:: Rachel
Out-Of-Crimson:: {hope this is okay}

Quinn coughed ever so slightly when Rachel began to speak of meat, and then mentioned Finn. She had wanted to get away from the subject of the male that she had dated and Rachel was going to marry, because it was not the sort of table conversation that Quinn wanted to have; especially not with Rachel. If she were with San and Britt, then sure, she would discuss Finn in a not-so-nice way, but with Rachel, she did not want to say something that would end the night early, considering Rachel was her ride home. Sighing Quinn put down her menu, allowing her brows to relax ever so slightly, so that they no longer furrowed as much. She then looked at Rachel, hazel eyes meeting the back of a Breadstix menu. However, she could see those dark chocolate eyes that she loved to stare at, peeking up over the top of the menu, and could not help but smirk.

Upon the server’s return with their drinks, Quinn ordered spaghetti, and handed her menu off. She then waited until Rachel had ordered, before taking a long drag of her water. The cool wet feeling of the water running down her throat soothed it, compared to the normal burning that usually followed a drink because of the cigarettes she smoked. This caused a grin to cross her face, though only for a moment, as she thought of Rachel helping her stop smoking caused uncomfortable butterflies to rise up in her stomach, making her feel as if she was still pregnant with Beth, and she was about to be sick. It was a feeling she hated, yet with it being associated with Rachel, she could not help but love it at the same time. “I’ll, uh, be back in a minute.” Quinn muttered as she got up from the booth and raced towards the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom she rushed into a stall and fell to her knees in front of the toilet, and immediately started to gag. It was not Rachel’s fault, she could not blame the diva for the sickness that washed over her, no, it was simply nerves, and drinking too much water too fast. That had always made Quinn sick as a kid, when she was thirsty she would drink a lot of water in a short amount of time and it would make her nauseous, then if she got nervous things would get worse. However, she thought she had stopped, thought that had all gone away after being pregnant with Beth, because it had not happened, so why now?