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ohmyhannah:

With a nod, Hannah let Kitty know that she wasn’t alone. This strange repetition of events was occurring to many of them, if not all. She couldn’t understand it in the least. Hell, she’d only just given in to acknowledging the truth of the matter. “I think it has. It’s incredibly confusing. I have two separate memories fighting for dominance, it feels like. Do you think we can keep things from getting so… bloody this time?”

Kitty was unsure of just how to respond to Hannah. Although, she’d always been a firm believer of controlling her own fate and making her own choices, the odds were fairly stacked against them here at Whittmore time and time again. She’d played her own hand in it then and would soon if history repeated itself. But would she…could she still with knowledge of what she knew now? Were they even here for redemption or had this long been written in a long history and another time loop? “I don’t know,” she admitted, her look uncertain. “I think for some us all we can do is try.”

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sethmcclain:

It was not the best day. However, it was in all likelihood not the worst. In retrospective view it was much better than the day in which he had found himself pushed through a wormhole in the universe to abandon his many children under the ward of God knows who after all the efforts he had put into maintaining his family. Seeing his wife again after so many years for some may have been nerve wracking but based on a technicality they weren’t actually married and had – in some backwards way – never met in this context. The coffee in his hand was easily knocked back as he rounded the corner more accurately, his own reflection now mirrored behind her, some abstract version of the person(s) that they used to be. A small part of him expected the mirror to crack at the sheer complexity of it all but it did not, “Accurately, the best and the worst day. Numerically, March 24th 2001.”

It wasn’t the face the blonde had expected to see as her eyes met the owner of the voice within their reflection, the familiarity of the politician’s profile all but hitting her with the weight of a ton of bricks as fragraments of her memories with him broke through. “I don’t understand,” she murmured to the reflections before whipping around to face him. “I thought I was— What happened? Why are we here, Seth?” There were hints of pleading in her voice, a desperate, fruitless need to understand why they had been brought back to such a dark period in her life and all their lives. Why couldn’t they just leave time alone? Closing her eyes for a moment to steady her onslaught of thoughts, Kitty breathed a deep sigh, baby blues revealing themself once more as she gracefully bridged the gap between them to cup his face. “What do you remember?”

#( &. chat )#( c: seth )#oh how i have missed thee (:

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Frankly quite unaware of how unnerving this entire situation may or may not have been, Camille had many questions that were aimed at nobody in particular as she threw her duffel bag to one side. On an alternate timeline right now she was chained up in her Father’s lovely test centre but on this one she had arrived before the spilling of blood and guts – something that she was surprisingly pleased about. After all, she had always just wanted to be involved. Eyes alarmingly wide and splintered green as she stepped towards the first target she saw, “I finally got here in time for the action.”

kittyvalance

“In time for the action?” the blonde found herself repeating, still racking her brain and sifting through the memories she still had of this time. “This is wrong…” she uttered more to herself than anything, hands tugging lightly at her locks as if it’d help her understand why they were meant to be here again. They’d crossed the line and gambled enough with time as it was. “It’s the same, but this — you’re different. I mean you weren’t here before…not yet, were you? That’s what you meant?”

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ohmyhannah:

“I’ve been getting the feeling that it is,” Hannah answered from the doorway. She sighed and leaned against the frame, arms crossing as she looked on at the other girl. “To be honest, I’m not one hundred percent sure of the date right now, but I think it’s Friday. Don’t hold me to that either.” A light smile crossed her face as she considered the humor of the situation. With a tilt of her head, the brunette observed Kitty’s preoccupation with her reflection. She looked the same as Hannah recalled, but she hadn’t seen her in her blurry memories of the other lifetime. “Is everything okay?”

“Just fine,” she was quick to answer, steadying herself before throwing a small, reassuring smile over her shoulder as she came to recognize brunette beauty. It’d been an ages since she’d seen the store owner after all and as mind boggling and typically Whittemore as the situation was, here they were in a time where she was fairly certain they hadn’t even been acquainted of each other yet. “Hannah. Do you— do you remember too? I mean, it’s all starting again, isn’t it? This has all happened before,” she tried clarifying, finally turning to face her fully with the hope of not sounding like an utter loon. Being apart of an alternate timeline was difficult and strange enough when no one else had seemed to remember anything, not in the way she had with her firmer grip on reality at least, and she wasn't at all keen on having that happen again.

#( &. chat )#( c: hannah )

Never the one for any sort of vanity, Kitty Valance was an odd sight to be presented with as she stood reflected within the frame of a floor length mirror — the glow of her youth and vitality nearly blinding as nimble fingers trailed over the smooth edges of her jaw right down to the velvet of her skin now clear and unmarred from her treatments. “Is this real?” she voiced out loud, an open ended question full of just as much surprise as there was belief as a sudden dizziness had overcome her. It was like the more rational parts of her brain we’re working overtime as she tried to clutch at something to hold onto — the image of a more fragile version of herself that had found peace in awaiting the key to death’s door burned in her mind. “What day is it?”

#darestarter #thought i'd start this show off with an actual starter g a sp #so unheard of #we're baaaack binches

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♛ KITTY VALANCE is TWENTY-TWO years old. She is a WHITTEMORE ORIGINAL and it’s often said she looks like GIGI HADID. Unfortunately, she is currently TAKEN.

Kitty Valance had been a protege from the moment she was born, a complete mirror image of some kind of perfection beyond anyone’s perception. She had been born from the fastenings of some greater good that had been dosed in a level of evil that she could not name, for she was raised to be a wonderful and beautiful girl and became a siren who caused all those that looked upon her to be infatuated with her image first metaphorically and then literally but her greatest feelings would always be what led her to condemnation. Her parents or at least the two figurines that stood in their place for all that she knew planted her like a seed to grow only into the woman that they desired to see, they turned a blind eye to every part of her that did not fit their mould, their perfect suburban mould where people mowed lawns in matching jumpers and her face was every fridge magnet and supportive shirt they needed. Kitty had never been ashamed of them but the tingle of disappointment that they did not see her as her own person grew with her as she aged.

Kitty’s greatest out had always been the band Pedestrian, formed by her and her two best friends, for their best years they had dreamed of stardom and hitting heights but after Whittemore ended and the platform for their band descended, things changed. Kitty had been forced to marry a man that she barely knew during her school days and although they never meant anything to one another, her ring haunted her finger like a ghost reminding her of how she had never really had a choice in anything at all. Much like her parents, the world had stripped her of her human right to make a decision and eventually so would the man she had fallen undoubtedly in love with, Sean French. He and Kitty had been made for each other, literally, inescapably indebted to one another through whichever lifetimes they lived, a terrible and deadly fate laid in front of them marked by one fact that she had known before she had turned away from the radiant light she had once basked in; She was dying.

Whatever her parents had done to her, however she had been brought into this world, there had been a terrible price for the light trapped inside of her heart and that was the darkness that had crippled her afterwards. She had found the light draining away and chosen to end the game of dares before life ended her. Nothing really mattered, her existence merely an echo of life already lived and forfeited for the same cause. Whittemore’s end for the second time left her sure that this was finally it, the final chapter. She was sure that the chapter was finally closed and finally she would have some peace restored to her numbered days. Not a whisper ever spoken to suggest she knew her time was running out, the only person that knew was Sean and like the others, with the pact, they could never be seen together again.

She hadn’t meant to live. She was sure of that. She had all but prepared herself for the inevitable fact that she was going to die, that death would be coming and she would be accepting as everyone they had already lost had been. Her condition was unrecognisable, her body was shutting down, and just as she was sure there was nothing that she cared much to live for anymore anyway, along came Seth. He was familiar to her in every way and with her help he would soon become familiar to everyone. She was his decoration, a pretty thing that drew others gaze’s towards him to begin with, the one who knew how to sell his campaign and eventually, naturally to her, his fiancee. She didn’t care what people said about him or herself, she didn’t care about her numbered days which seemed to stretch out with the help of his intelligence and strange theories on how to stop whatever was crippling her from spreading. Even the bruises that peppered her skin for months on end did nothing to sway her mind because only Kitty Valance could vouch quite certainly for the fact that Seth McClain had never meant to hurt anyone. Even though he still had.

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