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tampered2006-09-30 11:14 am
kittyjones.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-09-30 11:14 am
Log; Complete
When; 30 September, last of the grab-bag curses.
Rating; R
Characters; Kitty Jones (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittyjones) and Nathaniel (natty_boy)
Summary; Kitty has something to tell Nathaniel. And Nathaniel has something to tell Kitty.
Log;
Kitty came out from the shower for the fifth time in the last half an hour.
She still wasn't clean. She didn't know if she was ever going to feel clean again. Not after what had happened with Bartimaeus.
OhGodfuckthecursesfucktheCityfuckeverything.
After they had both woken up, the situation had been... explosive. Kitty had stayed in her flat for as long as possible, but then it had simply got too much, and she'd gone next door. Run next door. Into Nathaniel's empty flat, shutting the door, sinking into the corner, head in her hands, and...
... and after that was over, she's rushed to the shower. Several times. Scrubbing her skin till it was red raw. Almost thankful all her hair had been cut off the other day, otherwise she'd probably have taken the scissors to it herself. The feeling over her was... guilt, and shame, and a terrible, terrible loathing of herself and the City and everything that had happened recently.
Coming out from under the freezing cold water, she walked towards the pile of clothes she'd made on the floor. Reaching out, her hand wavered and stopped. She couldn't put them on.
They were dirty. They'd touched her. If she touched them, put them on... she'd have to start all over again.
Cursing herself and her stupid, stupid emotions, she rummaged through Nathaniel's chest of drawers, finding a large white shirt, and hastily pulled it over her head. It only came down mid-thigh, but Kitty wasn't really in the sort of mood to care at the moment.
Hopefully she'd pull herself together enough to get out of here before Nathaniel came back. And thinking of Nathaniel... the terrible, terrible loathing was overruled by an even more terrible fear, of what he'd say, of what she'd do...
"Fuck. I have to get out of here."
Rating; R
Characters; Kitty Jones (
kittyjones) and Nathaniel (natty_boy)Summary; Kitty has something to tell Nathaniel. And Nathaniel has something to tell Kitty.
Log;
Kitty came out from the shower for the fifth time in the last half an hour.
She still wasn't clean. She didn't know if she was ever going to feel clean again. Not after what had happened with Bartimaeus.
OhGodfuckthecursesfucktheCityfuckeverything.
After they had both woken up, the situation had been... explosive. Kitty had stayed in her flat for as long as possible, but then it had simply got too much, and she'd gone next door. Run next door. Into Nathaniel's empty flat, shutting the door, sinking into the corner, head in her hands, and...
... and after that was over, she's rushed to the shower. Several times. Scrubbing her skin till it was red raw. Almost thankful all her hair had been cut off the other day, otherwise she'd probably have taken the scissors to it herself. The feeling over her was... guilt, and shame, and a terrible, terrible loathing of herself and the City and everything that had happened recently.
Coming out from under the freezing cold water, she walked towards the pile of clothes she'd made on the floor. Reaching out, her hand wavered and stopped. She couldn't put them on.
They were dirty. They'd touched her. If she touched them, put them on... she'd have to start all over again.
Cursing herself and her stupid, stupid emotions, she rummaged through Nathaniel's chest of drawers, finding a large white shirt, and hastily pulled it over her head. It only came down mid-thigh, but Kitty wasn't really in the sort of mood to care at the moment.
Hopefully she'd pull herself together enough to get out of here before Nathaniel came back. And thinking of Nathaniel... the terrible, terrible loathing was overruled by an even more terrible fear, of what he'd say, of what she'd do...
"Fuck. I have to get out of here."