[Kate is happy to help clean up the beach. Her hair is pulled off the nape of her neck while a bag hangs loosely in her hand. At first, she is picking up the small branches and leaves she finds. Later she goes for the larger, more gangly looking branches that need to be broken down into smaller pieces.
By the end of the first day her legs and arms are covered in small scratches. She doesn't mind but she's thinking that she needs to wear pants on the other days that she decides to help clean.
When she's done she finds herself sitting at the end of one of the docks, a bag of debris next to her as she stares out at the setting sun. There is something peaceful about it, more so now that there isn't acid rain falling from the heavens.]
Fireworks
[Kate has honestly had enough of parties and skips most of the events surrounding the festival. She does find herself near the beach during the fireworks display, the loud bangs surprise her and bring unhappy memories to the forefront of her mind. She screams after the first crack, covering her ears at the obtrusive sound.
She shook away the sensation, despite the unpleasant chill that began to snake it's way across her skin.
Kate found her way towards the fireworks, watching them somewhere off to the side. The noise is unsettling, reminding her of the echoes of gunshots but seeing the bright fiery flowers explode in the sky was calming. There is no one here for her to borrow strength from: her brother, Seth, Richie, Freddie. Her fingers fiddle absently with the cross around her neck. She's stronger than she realizes.]
Kate Fuller - OTA
[Kate is happy to help clean up the beach. Her hair is pulled off the nape of her neck while a bag hangs loosely in her hand. At first, she is picking up the small branches and leaves she finds. Later she goes for the larger, more gangly looking branches that need to be broken down into smaller pieces.
By the end of the first day her legs and arms are covered in small scratches. She doesn't mind but she's thinking that she needs to wear pants on the other days that she decides to help clean.
When she's done she finds herself sitting at the end of one of the docks, a bag of debris next to her as she stares out at the setting sun. There is something peaceful about it, more so now that there isn't acid rain falling from the heavens.]
[Kate has honestly had enough of parties and skips most of the events surrounding the festival. She does find herself near the beach during the fireworks display, the loud bangs surprise her and bring unhappy memories to the forefront of her mind. She screams after the first crack, covering her ears at the obtrusive sound.
She shook away the sensation, despite the unpleasant chill that began to snake it's way across her skin.
Kate found her way towards the fireworks, watching them somewhere off to the side. The noise is unsettling, reminding her of the echoes of gunshots but seeing the bright fiery flowers explode in the sky was calming. There is no one here for her to borrow strength from: her brother, Seth, Richie, Freddie. Her fingers fiddle absently with the cross around her neck. She's stronger than she realizes.]
[Hit me up! She's around, cleaning/doing stuff.]