| Katrina Renee Eriksen ( @ 2008-09-30 13:47:00 |
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| Entry tags: | adrienne conté, katrina eriksen |
Crossing Blades - The History of Katrina and Adrienne
Who: Katrina and Adrienne
When: February 2007 (?)
Where: One of the gyms at school.
What: Their first face-to-face meeting.
Katrina was really beginning to hate this place. She was sick and tired of all the fucking drama, of dealing with people constantly, of having to get up and go to classes everyday... the only things she wasn't bothered by were her few friends - although her encounters with them had become less and less frequent as her habit grew - and the easy access to the bar in town. The bar was important for two reasons: not only did it allow her to get drunk when she wished, but it was where she met her heroin dealer, something that was happening more and more lately.
Not that it really mattered - it wasn't as though anyone was going to do anything about her habit. No one except her best friend, and Katrina hadn't even seen her since the night of her fateful birthday party... but she didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think about anything which was one of the reasons she was here in the first place. Katrina was nearing the end of a heroin high, had just had her fill of blood from the cafeteria and had felt the need to do something physical. It had just made sense to come to the gym and fuck around with a sword or two until she was ready to pass out.
It was late, but not so late that everyone was sleeping. Katrina could still hear people moving around in the halls, vague voices and footsteps that she wasn't paying much attention to. She could have, if she cared to, with her vampiric senses, but these people didn't matter to her. Their problems and conversations meant nothing to her. So instead of eavesdropping on her peers, Katrina concentrated even more on the sword in her hand.
It was relaxing, in a way, to let herself not think of anything but the blade in her hand and the movements of her own body. She liked it that way sometimes - although practicing with someone else made things more interesting and challenging, it was a relief to focus solely on herself and what she needed to do, without having to anticipate or react to a partner.
Katrina had always been able to focus on something to the extreme. Since her turning, this had been enhanced and so it was now - she cleared everything out of her mind except her movements and the blade. She was so concentrated that she didn't even hear the footfalls of someone else entering the gym.