Katrina Sophia Beaumonte-Richardson (modeledviolence) wrote in fruitful_rpg, @ 2008-12-31 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | player: shimmie, player: trey, status: complete |
Who: Katrina Beaumonte, Kai Keahi
When: Dec 31, probably some time in the early evening.
Where: The Iwa-lani, in port at Dock 223
Rating: PG-13, as swearing is likely.
Summary: She's got some papers, and they're gonna get signed. ...Or else.
Katrina was on a mission.
It was a mission of great importance, therefore, she was doing it herself. Not sending her assistant, or even a friend she'd bullied into doing as she pleased. No, she was going to this disgusting little boat to hand off these papers to this man that the government had so stupidly assigned her to.
Kai was not a terrible person, she was sure. She'd only conversed with him a small amount, but he hadn't seemed like a puppy-kicking, woman-beating, baby-eating monster. But even if he'd been some kind of prince, the sheer idea that the government was trying to boss her around was enough to turn her against him.
That had been her focus, initially. Now, she was simply focusing on all the things that made this match impossible. She didn't want to admit that she was folding to the idea that she'd eventually have to get married, but she was damn sure that if she did, it wouldn't be to this man.
She'd had a little trouble figuring out where to go. Thankfully, the men around port had been helpful enough directing her to it. She hadn't been able to pronounce what she was even looking for (Even his boat had a ridiculous name), but they seemed to recognize the name Kai. One had even walked her over here, and had only left at the end of the dock. Katrina had been wearing heels since she was about thirteen, but even a pro like her was a little wobbly on the uneven boards.
How exactly did you ring the doorbell on a boat? She pulled off her sunglasses, a clearly annoyed expression on her face. "Hello! Anyone home?" she called, voice hopefully loud enough to be heard.
She wandered close to the edge, trying to figure out how, exactly, one would get on the damn thing. He had to be here, right? She had papers for him to sign. Just one little line, and she'd be free.
Well, he'd be free too, but she didn't really care about him as much.