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5 yrs ago
Current This is 'Chicogal' if anyone remembers me - new name :)
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5 yrs ago
Maybe I'm back...
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7 yrs ago
Goodnight, travel well.
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Mainly 1x1s these days.

My former username was Chicogal.

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Someone said they have a crush on me in the survey?!?!

:'D

Life is complete.
Hi there, I PM'd you?
Because you love me :D

Type of Request: SetSetSetPls
Stock: A bootyful angel: http://www.hitthefloor.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/Supernatural-Castiel.jpg (Other small ones: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/99/00/bf/9900bf1aeb5eec867f6e72172c7d704f.jpg and https://img.ifcdn.com/images/37a0cfba57a8d70def778cad8fa24cc9944278e362de83ca6e582c411f7fe83d_3.jpg
Size: I'm a regular at this point ;)
Avatar: Yessss
Text: Castiel

(Could I please have a version with and without text? I'm not entirely sure on the text :) )
Katie was mildly surprised, and incredibly relieved, when the man held out his arm to her. It was an almost old-fashioned gesture, slightly debonair. In this place, in these circumstances, she almost wanted to laugh at the joy of something so sweet in the dark. But she couldn't. And she didn't. She just dipped her head, a small smile tilting the corners of her lips despite herself, and she took his arm.

"I think we do too," she said quietly, looking back down at the ground again such that her hair might obscure her face. Katie was well aware of the danger that she was in, the danger that she was bringing to him, and she hoped he had a good plan to get them out of the way.

@Americore
I'm still here, but I think Cas is too busy with life at the moment to run a new version... @Kouki

I'd offer to take over and GM, but I'm busy for the next 7 weeks with final exams. :/
@Americore

Katie eventually blended into a crowded market, hoping to find cover amongst the people selling their wares. The air was rich and thick with the smell of fresh fish, and the fried eggs that were haphazardly shoved into breakfast rolls. She had no money, and her stomach grumbled despite the grave situation. It was, perhaps, a touch of the normal in the craziness of the past few hours. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her middle protectively as she wandered through. A few people gave her a second glance, but for the most part, she went unnoticed.

And then she saw him. It was as random and unexpected as winning the lottery when you didn't even have a ticket. Katie paused in her step, eyes widening as her mind went blank. And a moment later - should I approach him? She didn't know if he'd turn her in or shush her or what, but what else did she have? Her memory was fuzzy; were her parents still alive? Something told her not, but she didn't know... She took a few hesitant steps toward the man, every muscle in her body urging her to run away.
The night dissipated as the sun rose over the famous New York skyline, and Katie was alone with her thoughts in that alleyway. She didn't move. Not once. It was chilly, and the concrete sucked warmth out from her body, but she couldn't bring herself to shift from that place. The sounds of the city that never slept ramped up in volume as people began rising and commuting to work. She shivered, burying her head in her hands. By the time that 6 o'clock came, she forced her tired legs to withstand her weight, and she started walking.

Her head dipped down as to avoid any attention, she blended in amongst the multi-colored crowd. This wasn't the business district, and for that she was thankful. In her stained dress and heels in one hand, she looked like some washed-out one night stand, trying to make her way back home after a rough time. She kept to the shadows, the innerways, for as much as she could. Katie didn't know where she was going. She'd had a long time last night, rearranging her thoughts back to herself. All those things that she'd done...

Last night, that man had been incredibly kind to her. No doubt, the police were on the lookout. Perhaps... Perhaps she should find him? But how? In this city, of millions of people, it would be a nigh-on impossible task.
Katie's entire body was rigid with so many emotions. Regret, shock, sadness, relief... She slowly backed away from the man, hands closed into tight fists at her sides. She didn't know why he was letting her go. He was one of those who wanted to take her down because she was evil, wasn't he? But she knew that she had to take this chance, while security were still bewildered by what was going on in their heads.

"Thank you," she whispered, turning her back - and running. Katie brandished fire at some guards who hadn't been affected by the singing outside, and hurried off into the dark night. She didn't know why she'd been let go by him, but hell - that was her luck today. As soon as she got a couple of blocks away, she darted into an alley and slid down against the wall. Her heart was beating in her throat, and she felt like she was going to be sick. All of those things that she'd done, all of the people she'd killed... Hiding her face in her hands, she couldn't even cry anymore.
((Less busy now <3))

Katie slowly flicked her fingers, arms raised toward her snake of fire. As the singing started, her first though was - what the hell? The guy was suicidal. She was just about ready to give him his own little toasting, when... Something seemed to change within her. Something in her chest, a heavy weight that seemed to drop right into it. Her brown eyes widened, seeming to soften at the sight before her. The politician was screaming for help, tears running from his eyes. The fire disappeared, her arm lowering as she felt her chest tightening, her eyes welling up with confused, scared, ashamed tears.

"Why...?" Her sentence couldn't even be finished as the song flowed through her body. Her colleague seemed confused as well, frowning and shaking his head as he backed away. She turned toward the singing man, doe eyes shining. She could feel for the first time in so long... All these things she'd done... It felt like her insides were collapsing in on her.
Katie smiled at security as she handed them her invitation, all dolled up. She looked every bit the upper-crust lady, her arm gently entwined with the tuxedo-clad man next to her. Red lips and gently curled hair, she thanked the men as they let them inside. Background music floated out, and the pair climbed the sloping steps that lead up the front door. It was opened for them, and they casually strolled inside. Her dark red dress gently swished against the back of her legs, heels quietly clipping the floor.

They set to work, eyes peeled for their target. They chatted, briefly meeting other important people as they worked the floor. Eventually, Katie set her sights on the man they wanted. He was an up-and-coming older man who was predicted to possibly be voted in an mayor next year. Vehemently anti-crime, their boss didn't like him. Katie's gaze dipped down as she surreptitiously pressed a finger to her ear, murmuring, 'target acquired.' The affirmation came back, and she looked back to him again.

A moment later, there were screams as fire rushed out from beneath her fingertips. An elegant snake of fire leapt out to swirl around the politician, and her partner smirked as he disappeared and reappeared, lips drawn back in a snarl as he brandished firearms at the guests. There was mass panic, confusion, but Katie was emotionless. This was her job, and emotions were only for show. "Scorpion sends his regards," she said simply, raising her arms in preparation to set him alight. He screamed.
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