* ╰ 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 ╱ 𝕊𝕆𝕌𝕃 ,

𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝕙𝕢

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               annie  hadn’t  felt  the  urge  to  smoke  in  years,  yet  there  she  was,  sat  at  the  bar  of  the  broken  elk  alternating  between  drags  of  her  cigarette  and  sips  of  her  beer.  but  who  could  really  blame  her  with  all  that  was  going  on  in  town  and  everything  that  had  transpired  with  jo   –––––   was  god  ever  going  to  give  them  a  freaking  break  ??  tapping  her  foot  against  the  barstool,  annabelle  idly  acknowledged  the  song  playing  on  the  jukebox,  but  instead  of  humming  along  she  exhaled  a  plume  of  smoke  and  enjoyed  the  rush  of  nicotine.  she  did,  however,  pay  attention  to  the  person  coming  to  claim  the  seat  next  to  her.  ❛   i’m  just  warnin’  ya,  if  you  choose to  sit  there  you  might  be  roped  into  doing  shots  with  me …  or  at  very  least,  drivin’  me  home  after  i’ve  done  shots.   ❜ 

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          one would think that, being employed under silk and satin, katherine would remain on her own turf to drink herself into a tizzy. and she would, if it weren’t for the regular johns she entertained hovering around her like some sort of lost puppy. she also sometimes appreciated the company of those she didn’t see on a regular basis at work. so when approaching the bar, she’d only hesitated when the other woman spoke up, unsure of whether or not someone would be returning to reclaim the stool. as soon as the proposition of shots was mentioned, however, katherine relaxed and slowly slid into the seat, arms crossing over the bar counter before blue hues fixed on the other with a docile smile. 

          “ ma’am, if you think i didn’t walk in here with that exact intention, you’re sorely mistaken. ”  her attention was briefly captured by the bartender, giving a nod of her head and holding up two fingers to request double of her regular order, and then returned her gaze back to annabelle.  “ doin’ shots, i mean. i don’t have a licence to drive, so if you trust me to take you home after, that’s your second mistake. ”  a playful wink was directed toward the other before two shot glasses were set on the counter in front of them, dimples plunging against katherine’s cheeks as her smile grew while fingers reached for one of the glasses.  “ you like tequila ? ”

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it had been a terribly slow night at big joe’s diner, everyone in veritas seemed to prefer the comfort of their own homes these days. ayla had just finished closing up the restaurant, not that there was much work to day anyways, and was sat outside on the curb. she reached into her purse and pulled out her cigarette case, plucking a pre-rolled joint and her trusty lighter from the its contents. leaning back, she placed the joint in her mouth and raised the lighter to her lips, sparking the end of the paper. she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes when she noticed that someone walking towards her — she was not in mood to deal with any sort of confrontation. she could only hope that the person who was approaching her was friends with ‘mary jane’ too.

“ want a hit? ” 

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          “ you could at least pretend to be happy to see me. ”  as she strut down the paved street, barren of any headlight-sign of vehicles and luminated only by the few streetlights, katherine projected her voice loud enough to her heard over at big joe’s diner. it echoed through the otherwise eerily silence of the night, along with the click of her heels growing louder as she approached the other with a jaunty smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.  

          “ is that a real question ? ”  carefully lowering herself down to be seated next to ayla on the curb, slim fingers gingerly pluck the joint offered from the other’s hold. if there was one thing katherine could always rely on, it was ayla’s never ending supply, and getting a decent high after a night of old men ogling her was an impeccable near-end of her day.  “ so, you’re off. and i’m off, ”  she declared, smoke drifting from her lips to evaporate into the chill air, and passed the joint back over before continuing on with the question:  “ now what ? ”

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Way out here in The Ozarks, I’d never expect to find  KATHERINE  “ KITTY ”  HARTLEY,  the  TWENTY  TWO  year old  DANCER  at the  SILK  AND  SATIN.  On the afternoon of September 4th,  SHE  was  ROBBING  HER  ONE  NIGHT  STAND  but I’m not sure I believe a word they say.

additional content: statistics, pinterest, playlist, wanted. ( all tba later oop ) trigger warnings: major neglect, prostitution, substance abuse, absolute fuckery.

first thing’s first, katherine had an incredibly rough upbringing. however, you would never know it. she has an inherent talent of spinning believable tales in order to prevent getting too personal with clients, but has also transferred that talent into her personal life.

her mother, a lady of the night, brought strange men into their dingy apartment on an almost nightly basis, for as long as she could remember, leaving katherine prone to all sorts of dangers and neglect. without a clue as to who her father could be and no contact with anyone from her mom’s side of the family, she had nowhere else to go. but that didn’t stop her from packing her bag one morning and fleeing in the early dawn, just barely twelve years old.

of course, she was picked up by a cop somewhere in the ozarks along the way to nowhere and, because she refused to give any sort of information, was forced into foster care. moving from one home to the next, forming any sort of personal connection was tough for the adolescent girl and the instability only further fueled her defiant streak. 

the devil’s lettuce and mom’s special juice were finally properly discovered and abused more routinely, katherine’s means of escaping her miserable reality. she was a wild child, didn’t give a single shit about school or the future, and would frequently sneak out late at night to party and get into nothing good with her friends.

finally at the age of eighteen, katherine broke free from the grasp of the system and the last foster home she was held in. she threw up a middle finger to her part time job at the grocery store and put her self-proclaimed talents to use; she started dancing at the satin and silk strip club. 

thus, her alias kitty graced veritas with a fiery passion for seducing money from whoever waltzed their way into silk and satin. all fun and games, it’s only a matter of time before the adrenaline rush of something new fades, and while she still enjoyed the attention, kitty grew bored. so kitty found another thrill.

taking a page out of her mother’s book, she’s been bedding any promising unfamiliar face that comes through town, then stealing whatever valuables they have and making her exit before they wake up. and with the unsolved murders up in the air, she’s nervous just like every other resident, but also a little intrigued.

to sum it all up, she’s been living in veritas since she was almost thirteen, a trouble child grown into a sneaky heaux !!!

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but this is what she learned from her mother: always run before you get too close, conceal your talons beneath pale pink nails and a honeyed tongue until the moment is right, smile, smile, smile.

steal his heart, but never let him steal yours / i.s. (via kaladndekars)

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