Post by avani on Apr 10, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -5
{name:Katrina Garnet#|#picture:10}
"No Jagers after me? Really, Stryker?" Katrina laughed bitterly, her words dripping with acid. "I'm the last of my family, too. And to make it worse, Katrina Garnet the African Wild Dog is more wanted than all of your family put together. Felicity Norcastra, however," when she said this, Katrina let her hair out of her braids, neatly tucking it up onto her head. With fierce precision, she took a short, brown, cropped wig out of her bag and fastened it on her head with bobby pins, all in seconds flat. "Felicity is feared by our kind," she winked, a smirk on her face.
Every time Blitz used her pet name she twitched involuntarily. "Like I said," she spit back, venom on her words. "You owe me. And you know I hate that nickname." When he mentioned her lifestyle, Katrina waved her hands in a casual gesture. "While some people prefer to waste away doing back handsprings and worrying about how hot they look to a ripped German man," she said, glaring at each of the corrosponding characters when mentioned, "I prefer to spend my time doing things of worth." The girl straightened up a bit, taking her wig off and tucking it back into the bag.
"Speaking of other people, Neifer and Synclaire have joined us." Katrina rolled her eyes at the two, still too far away to hear her speech. "Which is my cue to leave."
Standing up, Katrina brushed off her pants as if to make them spotless once again and tucked her hair behind her ears, Jacobin going from his relaxed stance to completely alert once again. He picked up his wrist to his mouth and held his opposite hand to his ear, mumbling something inaudible as Katrina said her goodbyes. "I'm off, Stryker. You know how to reach me."
With that, Katrina picked up her silver bag and draped it over her shoulder. The click-click of her shoes put a smirk on her face, and she walked onward toward the two other girls, heading back to her home, the large Jacobin following suit.