ᴋᴀᴛʜʀʏɴ ᴅᴀʟʟᴇʏ (kathrynd) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-02-20 09:45:00 |
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Even the sound of her heels clicking on the tile sounded impatient.
It still shocked her that a place could be worse than the South Dakota facility. Granted, the differences were minimal at best, but the ones she could spot made Washington painfully inferior. Even Cheshire had allowed for more outdoor time and had an, admittedly, lackluster garden, which the patients were encouraged to tend to. As long as it didn’t involve the use of their powers, of course. Being relegated to Limbo was beginning to cause the first stirrings of cabin fever; leaving her, so far, agitated – but that was prone to worsen into something else.
Despite it being the middle of the afternoon, the cafeteria was rather stuffed. Fortunately, she wasn’t hungry. Click, click, click right passed the tables and into the corner where the facility had, recently apparently, erected a little “café” style coffee stop. She waltzed up to the counter, placed a hand down and waited for the little barista girl to notice her.
The barista was busy pouring and steaming for a small lineup of people lined up, all with varying degrees of impatience on their faces. Clearly, this was going to take a while.
Her mouth opened to spew something venomous out – not literally, of course – when she caught sight of a familiar blonde head out of the corner of her eye. Kathryn tilted her head, and finally, there was Orla – right in the flesh. It was strange, she thought, how much she looked the same from when Kathryn had known her. Age hadn’t even been all that unkind to her.
A small smile spread across her face as Kathryn left the counter and took a seat, without asking, at Orla’s small table. “Who would have thought they’d be in the business of reuniting families around here? Though I guess they’re certainly not capable of preparing a timely cup of coffee, so we can’t win them all.”