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cataleya "cat" moseley. thirty-six. forensic pathologist.

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jasonluca:

Jason stood outside the bar, cigarette in hand when he heard the dull spark of a lighter dying near him. He’d been there before, especially since he seemed to only carry one lighter around for as long as possible. Lighter already out, he handed it to the woman just barely before she could ask. “You’d think they’d manufacture these better but capitalism or whatever…” He said with a slight smile, clearly not being serious. With a chill in the air, he took another puff of the cigarette and dipped a hand in his pocket.

Cat cocks a brow, taking the offered lighter as the man speaks. She hums a little noise at his reasoning, shrugging her shoulders. 

“I dunno. I think the tiny child slave hands that probably make them aren’t that concerned with quality control.” 

She falls silent as she sparks up, taking a few moments to light her smoke up before she hands the lighter back. 

“Thanks.”

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cdaviau:

There’s no way in Hell she’s getting any sleep tonight. It’s one of those nights where she closes her eyes and the intrusive thoughts come rushing in like that fucking door scene in The Shining. Usually, she tries to tune it all out with a good book or two. But tonight, a trip to the bar is her way of distracting herself.

After a few glasses of whiskey, her thoughts begin to fog and she decides to get some fresh air. Her brown eyes glance up at the dark sky. With the clouds out, there are no stars to see. She keeps glancing up at the sky, either way. For a minute, she’s in a peaceful daze. Then she hears the unexpected sound of a voice.

“Fuck!” she shouts, jumping up from the surprise. Her eyes fall on a familiar face and she becomes somewhat calmer, her heart thumping through her ears as she drunkenly tries process Cataleya’s words. When it they come together, she digs through her purse and finds her lighter. “Here,” she states, waving the lighter in Cat’s face. “You know you shouldn’t be out alone this late at night. The Boogeyman might take you.” A lazy smile forms on her lips.      

Cat recoils a little at the yell, not expecting such a reaction from someone she found to be kind of familiar. It took her a moment to place the face, but when she did she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. 

“You’re looking a little jumpy there,” she notes drily, taking the lighter before Claudia can wave it in her face for much longer. She snorts at the warning, lighting up her cigarette before she speaks again. 

“It takes more’n a boogeyman to scare me, sis.”

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rhiannon-taylor:

Rhiannon was incredibly grateful that one of her coworkers suggested that they went to a bar to relieve some stress they had before spring break had started. It was all midterms and last minute grading, meaning that all of the teachers needed to have time for themselves. After a few beers and plenty of shots, it was safe to say that Rhi was very lit.

She stepped outside to get some air and text one of her friends for a ride. When someone spoke, Rhiannon glanced over at the familiar woman with a smile. “Yeah, sure! Not sure how good my lighter is, I hardly use it.” Rhi pulled it out of her pocket and handed it to her.

Cat blinks at the woman, taking the offered lighter. “It’s gotta be better than mine,” she drawls. She kicks the flame to life with little effort, making sure to light her smoke properly before she hands it back. 

“Thanks,” she adds before taking a short drag, puffing out the smoke with a sigh. After a moment she offers the cigarette to the sort-of-familiar woman - it’s only polite, really. 

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lancesutherlxnd:

“Only when I’m feeling really sorry for myself,” he shot back, grinning as he took a look at the bus stop again. “I drank too much. Knew I would. So now I have a bus pass for this reason. You? Or do you always bum lighters off the guys who wait at bus stops?” Lance gave another smile, flicking the lid on and off the lighter a few times before he pushed it back into his pocket. “I’m Lance, by the way.”

“Interesting way to spend your downtime,” Cat notes dryly, tapping aside ash before she takes another draw of her cigarette, snap-inhaling before breathing it in. She shrugs one shoulder at his retort, brushing her hair absently from her face. 

“I’m more of an uber kind of girl,” she replies. “Cataleya. Cat, for short.”

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edienolan:

“That’s my kind of guy,” Edie said with a soft laugh. “Why can’t all guys just be like that? Just… give us extra cash, and we can just live our lives pretending the demons don’t exist. God, what a dream world.”

Cat hums quietly. “Mhm. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you,” she replies, before shrugging. “The most time I spend with a man is when I’m performing an autopsy on him so I think I have it pretty good.”

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sierracrvz:

Sierra had managed to duck out from behind the bar when her brother arrived to help her close the bar. It had become a pattern for him to just skip his entire shift and then come by when close approached to shut it down as he said a dozen times that he didn’t want her to walk alone at night even though she felt like she could take care of herself. 

Her gaze turned when she heard footsteps echo thought against the granite, trying to pick out who it is until she recognizes the voice and chuckles. “Cat,” The brunette said while rummaging through her pocket to find the lighter. 

“Here ya go. Don’t keep it like you have all the other ones.” The brunette teased, as she tossed it to the patron she’d been serving all night, as well as a close friend of hers.

Cataleya scuffs her fingers through her hair, expression relaxing a little as she finally recognizes the shadowy figure, mouth curling slightly at one corner. She steps forward, brows cocking a little as she snatches the lighter out of the air. 

“Oh, the other ones? Maybe you need better lighters - they were all shit. If you had good ones I’d only need to take one.” 

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jamesxspencer:

James was standing at the corner on the sidewalk, snapping a few photos with his film camera. Tonight was one of those rare times he actually had some time to himself so he decided to go on a late night photo spree, going to some of his favorite spots in Seattle. The architecture of the building before him was something he admired, even if he wasn’t really into architecture. It was simply beautiful to him. Taking a few shots, he turned around when someone spoke to him.

He gave a weak shrug at the woman. “I’m sorry, I don’t smoke,” he said. 

Cat’s brows furrow a bit, little puff leaving her through her nose. “Better luck next time, I guess,” she mutters, half to herself as she goes back to trying to coax a flame from her mostly-empty lighter. A few more strokes and she gets it, just enough of a burn to light up before it putters out completely. 

She’s silent a few moments more as she draws on it, puffing out through her nose again. 

“What’s with the camera? You one of those creepshot guys?” 

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beau-alex:

Beau was often spending his nights at bars, or rather outside them, around them, anywhere dark and covered enough. He’d been waiting on a usual, pacing back and forth as he usually did, paranoia increased by his own use of the product sitting in his coat pocket. Hearing the woman’s voice his head spun around, always on the guard, but relieved when she was just asking the question he’d heard hundreds of times over. 

“Oh, yeah, sure,” he said pulling a lighter from his pocket and tossing it over to her.

Cat eyes the pace kid - she’s a touch suspect of him but she doesn’t comment on it. She’s not one to interact with strangers on a level any deeper than half-hearted small talk. Instead she snatches the lighter out of the air, not quite tipsy enough to lose the grip she had on her reflexes. 

“Thanks,” she chimes, falling silent for a moment as she sets her cigarette between her lips to light it. There’s a few short sparks of the lighter before she’s away, taking a careful puff to make sure it was lit before handing the lighter back. 

“So. Are you loitering for any specific reason or are you just too smashed to be let back in?”

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lancesutherlxnd:

Lance wasn’t drunk. He was just buzzed; at least, that’s what he told himself. He was more than ready to call it a night and go home. And if he wasn’t standing on the sidewalk by the bus stop like a drunk, he might’ve been embarrassed. The woman’s voice caught his attention, and he fished out his lighter from his pocket. It wasn’t like he smoked, but he kept it anyway. Simply habit, nothing more, “Smoking is definitely not good for you. Too much? I was just making sure that you didn’t miss someone telling you that since I’m sure you hear it all the time,” he gave a half grin, his smile showing that he was only joshing her.

Cat cocks a brow when the man turns to face her - she takes the handful of steps towards him. After a few drinks she was a touch less cautious of unfamiliar men, though she’s still a little distant. 

“Y’know,” she drawls, the smoke of her voice thickened by the alcohol she’d drank, “I’ve never heard that before.” She takes the lighter in her skinny fingers, flicking it a few times to start it. She lights her smoke before she hands it back, careful to blow the smoke away from him. 

“So, you hang out at bus stops often?” 

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Cataleya ducks out of the bar, nudging past a lone couple lingering at the door. She feels... Pretty okay, honestly. It’d been a long day at work but the handful of drinks she’d tossed back had her feeling loose. The tension in her shoulders and between her brows were gone, replaced by a more relaxed sort of demeanour. 

She roots around in her pocket as she stands against the brick-side of the building - she finds a rather crumpled pack of cigarettes. She’s been trying to quit for what feels like forever, but she still can’t quite get there. She’s never been good at resisting temptation or controlling her impulses. 

A little, frustrated noise parts her lips as her lighter refuses to spark - cheap piece of shit. She shoots a glance around, eyes falling on a passerby - she can’t tell if they’re just some late-night wanderer or a bar patron. 

“Hey. Can I bum a light?”

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edienolan:

“This guy from the bar last night left me his number. I was going to throw it away because he was a total asshole, but he’s apparently loaded, and pretty dumb. How hard do you think it would be for me to just convince him to buy me things, without me having to do anything with him? Like, a sugar daddy, without the sex.”

“There are guys who are into that. Their fetish is like.... Paying you money for you to ignore them. Keep your fingers crossed and hope he’s one of them. Otherwise you might have to do some weird shit for a new laptop.”

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araceligimenez:

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Could you? Could you get this for me?” She’s got Nico propped up on her hips, her free hand holding an already overly full shopping basket. His little hands reaching for her hair, tied back in a ponytail, as he gets madly frustrated with not being able to grab them. “This quick shopping trip after daycare seemed like a good idea but I am way too short to reach for that box of cereal.” An apologetic smile. “So could you? Get me two boxes?”

Cat is jolted out of her supermarket-induced daze by the sound of someone speaking, their words obviously directed at her. She turns, blinking down at the stranger a moment, eyeing the child in her arms before she nods. 

“Yeah. Sure thing, sis” she replies. She does sometimes get requests like this - while she’s not the tallest person in the world, she’s about half an inch shy of six feet so usually she’s the step-ladder at work. 

Cat stretches up, snagging a box in each hand before offering them to the woman. 

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jonnydwinchester:

Breathing on his hands was doing nothing to warm them up. Not in this driving rain. Jonny was internally swearing at himself for leaving his gloves at home. He could picture them sitting on his table by the door. He thought ‘it’s been warmer, I don’t need them!’ He should have known better. He’d only been living in the Northwest for ten years now. Which was why he didn’t own an umbrella. He was too stubborn for something like that. However, that didn’t stop him from ducking into a dry doorway when he got the chance. It was a little alcove that led to a closed business and from here he took a seat. Nothing to do now but light up a cigarette and wait for the clouds to break. 

Cat winces when the bus pulls to a stop - she’d forgotten how much she hated public transport. It was one of the reasons she wasn’t planning on moving back to New York any time soon - she liked the comfort of her own car. Of course the thing was in the fucking shop, leaving her to get her own ass to and from work for the better part of the week. 

Cataleya climbs off the bus, careful to avoid putting her foot in the almost over-flowing drain. She hoists her bag over her head in an attempt to protect her head, striding across the pavement and under the nearest part of cover, already occupied by another person. 

She shakes off a little, letting her bag hang on one skinny shoulder as she dusts herself down, glancing over at the stranger, eyeing him a moment. The sight of him smoking sets a little itch under her skin - she’d been really, earnestly trying to quit - a coworker had even given her a stupid fucking vape pen to try out - but fuck, dude. She wanted one. 

“Hey, uh,” she starts, raspy little voice a touch huskier than usual from the cold tickling it raw. “Can I maybe bum one of those?”

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rafaelmontes:

Rafael nodded at her reply, glancing into the direction she’d pointed in. He really needed to get out more. The fact that he’d been living here for a year and still managed to get lost only a bus-drive away from his house was actually kind of embarrassing.

“Just – straight ahead and I’ll fine it?” he asked, wanting to be sure he wasn’t going to be lost again in ten minutes time.

Cat shoves her hands back into the pockets of her coat, eyes turning skywards in thought as she considers the stranger’s query. “Uh... yeah?” She’s silent a moment, considering her options before she speaks - there’s a touch of hesitance in her tone, as if not entirely sure whether she should be offering kindness to a stranger. 

“I can... Show you, if you want? I’m headed there.” 

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tatemcallisterr:

Tate’s eyes stayed on his book as he listened to her reply, although he wasn’t really reading it. Cowboy — that was a new one. He glanced around the coffee shop, eyes easily landing on the blonde with her child in tow that the woman was referring to. Tate tried to figure out how long it would be before the blonde would be ready to get up and leave. His gaze shifted to the child momentarily before going back to his novel. “It’s got her weird shaped nose.” He replied.

Cat hums a little noise of agreement, sipping at her coffee as she cast her eyes towards the woman and child, gazing at them a few moments. 

“I assume the monobrow’s from the father,” she adds in a murmur, mouth half hidden by her coffee cup. She sets it aside after a moment, shaking her head. “Kid’s gonna suffer as soon as its peers start to talk.”