Who: Kate Austen and Spike When: January 2, 10:00pm Where: A hardware store What: Kate's arrival, and her breaking (or trying to) those awful handcuffs! Rating: TBA Status: TBA
The last thing Kate remembered was putting the air mask on Edward Mars after he got hit in the head and fell unconscious. The plane had been going down, Kate knew people had been screaming, but she couldn’t hear a thing over the roar of the plane splitting in half. And then…blank, until now, because when she opened her eyes she was in the middle of a street, a city street. The plane had been flying over water, it wasn’t near land at all, especially not near Sydney. What?
Kate’s brow furrowed in confusion, this was definitely not Sydney. Actually it looked like somewhere in the States, it was funny how after years of being on the run Kate had noticed the tiny things which made things distinctive to each country. And wherever she was there was a distinctive American feel to it. Had her judgment been that off and they had hit land? And she had been thrown somewhere? But where was the wreckage? Where were people screaming, a plane crash meant screaming didn’t it? Where was the plane?!
Whatever is going on, the one thing Kate did know is she needed to get out of the handcuffs around her wrists, before anything else happened. She looked down on them, the cold weight of them suddenly feeling unbearable. Stumbling slightly Kate got to her feet, she needed to find a workshop or a garage, somewhere with tools. She highly doubted she’d be able to find someone who would help her get them off. Wearing handcuffs was definitely not something that attracted help.
She walked, for once not running. She still needed to get her bearings, yet for the most part she didn't feel that freaked out about being here, wherever it was. It looked like the sort of place she'd hide out in for a while, which was strangely comfortable. She didn't have any tools with her, she didn't have anything with her - so she needed to go find somewhere that did.
It took her a while but eventually she found a hardware store. She wished she had something to cover her hands with. She scanned the area outside the store, her eyes finally landing on a stack of outside table cloths which were for sale. She grabbed one, not caring about the colour and draped it over her hands before going into the shop.
"Excuse me?" she asked the clerk at the front. "Where do you keep your saws?"
"The back," the pimple faced boy replied, not giving Kate as much as a glance. "In the corner."
"Thank you," Kate offered a smile regardless and walked to the back of the store, occasionally pretended to look at the merchandise, but instead keeping an eye out for cameras - so far it looked like there was only one at the till, perfect.
She found the saws easily, and seeing that there was no one else around, dropped the table cloth to the floor and held up her hands, putting the chain of cuffs against the sharp edges of the saw and began to file.