@blythelandry !! ♡
She can’t help but feel like Sonny in this moment; clueless and without her phone. She’s always on him about forgetting his phone at home, but in the back of her mind, she knows how easy it is to do. She sees how all of these newcomers are so attached to their phones, never going a single moment without checking it and constantly having them in their hands. It’s only from watching them on their phones that Kitty even remembers she has one herself. Everyone in Boot Hill is just so predictable that It’s always just been easier to go and look for them than it is to call or send a text. Still, right now she wishes that she had her phone with her instead of having to use what little change she has in her pockets to call her mom for a ride home from work. It’s not that she’s afraid of the eerie happenings in Boot Hill after dark, she doesn’t even notice things like that anymore. She just doesn’t feel like walking all the way home and it’s much easier to disturb Lorelai Edwards from her perfect little eden.
Kitty only laughs when the answering machine picks up. Fuck you. Of course her mother wouldn’t answer, why should she when she’s already at home with her family? Husband, wife, son, that’s all the Edwards need. There’s no room Kitty there, and every day her mother finds a way to remind her of that. She’s so close to getting the hell out of that house, only a few paychecks away from being free. Soon there’ll be no more dirty looks whenever she walks through the door or anymore snide comments from a loser step father and a useless mother who has long since lost Kitty’s respect. All Kitty can think about as she slams the receiver down on the base is the quarters she just wasted trying to call her.
Now she’s on the prowl, an alley cat looking for its next meal, or in her case, a ride. There’s just too many victims to use, but there’s only one that she’s interested in testing. In her line of sight is a flash of dark brown hair and a pair cheekbones she’s always dreamt of having for herself that could only belong to Blythe Landry. She smiles warmly now, shedding her previous annoyance and stepping into the role of a helpless citizen. “Blythe!” She calls out to the girl from the other side, all kindness and charm as she makes her way across the street to meet the girl. She figures it might do her some good to try and be nice to Blythe so she can get what she wants. Hopefully she can make this quick since her feet are killing her in these shoes. “How’ve you been, angel face?”