some of you may have noticed that I’ve been kind-of spotty with stuff on this account lately. I just haven’t been feeling Kat lately. she’s never really been a complete character but it’s like I cant find her either. I feel like maybe a break will help me find her as a whole character, but until then I will be working on some of my other accounts that I’ve been neglecting. so if you would like to talk to me you’ll be able to find me at hello-lydia-waite and gwendolyn-lockhart. sorry :/
i wanted to see the multiplayer maps since i haven’t played yet so i made my own private match, they were so beautiful and amazing but by the time i’d gotten to pauper’s drop i started feeling like i was being watched and seeing things more so than the other maps — the weirdly timed sound effects and stair creaking as i turned corners didnt make anything easier and i wish i hadn’t played alone, its scarier than when you expect splicers all the time
The elevator lights flickered as the elevator jolted to a halt.
"What the fuck?!" was the only thing she could say as she caught herself on the wall. She looked around unsure of what to do now. It took a few minutes for her mild panic to set it. It was pretty late so how long would it take for someone to notice she was stuck in here? It’s not like this was the only elevator. Dammit! Why did I have to go to Arcadia tonight? she started to pace back and forth in the small space. Would she be in this metal cage all night? What if she had to pee?
"Fuck" she bit her lip and dropped her purse on the floor. Taking a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. She glanced over at the doors. could I pry the doors open? she looked the doors up and down before placing her fingers in the crack where the doors met and pulled. Nothing, the doors stayed solidly in place.
"Fuck!" she kicked the doors. she leaned on the wall opposite of the doors and slid down the wall to sit on the floor. She leaned her head back on the wall. Well…what now? she glanced at her watch, it read 12:45 am. she’d been stuck for almost an hour now. With all the panic gone, she just accepted that she would be in here till morning.
Great, I’m probably gonna be late for work. she sighed closing her eyes, waiting for someone to break her out of this box.
You can tell a lot about someone by the music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 10 songs. Then pass this onto 10 people. IMPORTANT NOTE: MAKE YOUR OWN POST OF THIS! PLEASE!
One rule: No skipping!
tagging: i don’t know who has done this and who hasn’t so if you want to now’s your chance!
*pets* I haven’t had the pleasure of interacting with her quite yet, but I find her fascinating. What if I send some random stand-alone drabble prompts your way? So we get a preview of her internal dialogue, for example.
please watch this. just click play. do it.
I made his blog a while ago, it was my very first role play blog, but not long after making it got scared and forgot about it. But I’ve re-discovered it and have been fixing it up.
Bonnie Parker is an independent muiti-verse blog. she is still very much a work in progress.
((When I reblog all these memes, it’s an attempt to coax some people into my ask box. DON’T BE SHY. THAT SHIT IS WIDE OPEN. WAITING FOR YOU. YES YOU. ALL OF YOU. FLOOD IT. FLOOD IT WITH ANONS. FLOOD IT WITH NOT ANONS. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU FLOOD IT WITH JUST FLOOD THAT BOX. Please, thank you, love you all.))