Who: Katherine and Open What: Finding her way to her cabin When: Late afternoon, shortly after her arrival Where: Staff quarters Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
This was total bullshit. What the hell was this? What kind of power could do this? She was being forced to work as a bartender for people who were potentially fans of hers? What? The hell? She hoped they brought her dad. Or maybe they were not bringing him because they knew he'd rip off every single one of their miserable heads and feed them to the wolves. The wild wolves. She'd been very tempted to clock the first person she saw in the jaw and then snap her name tag in half. Who ever was in charge of this place had to be suicidal and stupid, it was the only explanation she had.
The temperamental werewolf had left the room she had arrived in with a huff, her school bag slung over her shoulder. She had been on her way to the office in the English Department building to do some research when she had landed here. They'd interrupted her thesis to make her work here. They could all go to hell.
Still, they had told her she couldn't get out. If that was true or not she didn't know. First she wanted to see what the hell was up with this place, maybe talk to some of the others that were stuck, and then eventually look around, and see what was up. She didn't know why, but she believed escaping here wasn't going to be easy, or it at all possible. Maybe it wast he lack of people holding guns to her head. It just meant that there was something else more powerful or convincing keeping her here.
Eventually she found her way to her cabin, and standing outside the door, Kate wrinkled her nose slightly. What was that small? Not all the smells were human around here, in fact she was picking up on a lot of different scents, which as putting her even more on edge.