I always feel like, somebody's watching me [Kate]

[tricksthetreat]

[Dated October 12th]Trixa's Mama had told her a lot of things over the thousands of years she'd been alive. One of which was pick your battles and second to that, pick your battlegrounds. Tonight, Trixa was doing both. By now, she knew just about the whole story - Kate got bored and angry, Kate went on a little thieving jaunt. Trixa could respect

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[girlsolo]

Trixa's very very good, better than she is, but not so much better that Kate hasn't felt this coming. Oncoming confrontations have an energy like a gathering storm. Glares, lack of welcome, Kate can read the obvious signs like a champ and the less obvious ones - like shadows on her path - better even than that.

She's a little surprised. Trixa scans like someone who should've been amused or vaguely annoyed rather than pissed, but Kate's judgment wasn't the best last month. Either way, Kate's got this coming to her, and while she's not going to take a beating or a punishment in good Christian fashion, she's also not planning to start a fight if she's not being offered one.

Her eyes flick down and then up again, a small shrug to go with the brief roll of her shoulders and the deliberate opening of her hands at her sides. "More like howling at the moon--" She waits a beat then her lips quirk with a small, self-aware, self-deprecating smile. "Or pissing in the wind." It's not like she doesn't know she's a fuck-up.

[tricksthetreat]

"You were stupid."

Trixa's tone remained flat. She had pride in what she was, the things she could do and to see someone do it badly was just plain annoying. It was unprofessional and half-assed and in the end, what did anyone get out of it?

"Did you have fun?"

[girlsolo]

"Well there's a newsflash for you. Kate Freelander, being stupid." Kate's tone is sharp enough to flay skin from bone and more bitter than three day old rebrewed coffee. She'd know. She's drunk enough of it in her life.

"And I've had more fun doing ITF laundry."

[tricksthetreat]

"Do the crime, do the time."

Not that she thought that the council's idea of 'the time' was anything resembling appropriate. The whole law and order thing wasn't very defined, if one was to ask Trixa. Not that anyone did.

Trixa came up onto the boardwalk, keeping her distance but looking Kate up and down, like she was trying to figure something out. Maybe she was. "Seriously, though, what was the point? What did you get out of all that?"