Odessa's known Kaitlyn's been in town for a while.
It drove her into a bit of an unreasonable rage that she indulged in for several minutes of throwing things about her small apartment. Then, she started thinking about the pros of the other woman's presence. There were far, far worse people who could show up here. Even if the implication that if Kaitlyn Quinn could be here, it means others of her ilk might show up too is one Odessa finds particularly terrifying.
But Quinn is predictable, if you have the benefit of already knowing a little bit about her. It wasn't difficult for Odessa to track the musician down in the park with her guitar. Tigers. Stripes.
"Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn Quinn." The former resident doctor's voice should at least be distantly familiar. Rumours of her demise having been debunked helps, generally. "So very, very far away from your Glass Wonderland." There's no sound of approach, thanks to her ability. One moment there isn't anyone at Kaitlyn's back, the next moment there is. Odessa folds her arms along the back of the bench, hooking her chin over the guitarist's left shoulder, the side of her face almost affectionately nuzzled against that red hair.
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It drove her into a bit of an unreasonable rage that she indulged in for several minutes of throwing things about her small apartment. Then, she started thinking about the pros of the other woman's presence. There were far, far worse people who could show up here. Even if the implication that if Kaitlyn Quinn could be here, it means others of her ilk might show up too is one Odessa finds particularly terrifying.
But Quinn is predictable, if you have the benefit of already knowing a little bit about her. It wasn't difficult for Odessa to track the musician down in the park with her guitar. Tigers. Stripes.
"Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn Quinn." The former resident doctor's voice should at least be distantly familiar. Rumours of her demise having been debunked helps, generally. "So very, very far away from your Glass Wonderland." There's no sound of approach, thanks to her ability. One moment there isn't anyone at Kaitlyn's back, the next moment there is. Odessa folds her arms along the back of the bench, hooking her chin over the guitarist's left shoulder, the side of her face almost affectionately nuzzled against that red hair.
"You have my cat."