katie fitch. (katsie) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-11-29 11:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, emily fitch, katie fitch |
WHO: Katie & Emily Fitch.
WHERE: Potts Tower; #907.
WHEN: Wednesday, November 28, 2012.
WHAT: The Fitches arrive at their new room.
RATING: Mild; Language.
STATUS: log; complete.
Katie Fitch stood in the living room surveying the apartment with a sharp eye. Her long dark red hair fell around her shoulders, and her perfectly manicured hand was on her hip. Her clothes were impeccable, and standing there in her heels and pearls, she looked perfectly calm and in control. Well that was a fucking laugh, wasn't it? Katie was as far as calm as she could be. This morning she'd woken up in her room in Bristol where everything had been fine. Normal. She'd rolled her eyes at her parents, shouted a bit at James, gone shopping, and made plans to meet JJ at the pub for a drink. And then suddenly she was in more pain then she'd ever felt in her life because apparently some fucking blue box decided to transport her to New York City. If that weren't enough to mess with her head, she'd landed right on top of Emily, who she hadn't seen in months. Throw in some creepy government agents asking her a load of questions and a talking dinosaur and Katie was ready to have a meltdown. But she was Katie Fucking Fitch, and she did not have meltdowns, no matter how bad things got. So she kept her head and acted like she was in control. She'd get there eventually, she just had to fake it until then. "Not bad," she said eyes flicking around the room. "We'll need to decorate." She sashayed toward the door on her right and found the Master Bedroom. "This room's mine," she called out to her sister. |