#catherinelanda

[obersthanslanda]

ooc: I keep on switching who I have a muse for,

right now it's Catherinelanda, ah. I just keep jumping to different accounts.

edit: just so you know if you get a anon with the URL catherinelanda attached it just means It is coming from me, it is my side blog, I cant send asks from that account so they have to be in anon

[obersthanslanda]

ooc: I want to expand the Catherine/Hans Verse so badly, but I don't know how I would do that. I don't have another Hans at the moment to Rp with...

Oberst-Landa isn't online to plot and well I'm not sure when they will be back. I sent them a message  and they told me they would be back later...and well I'm really in the mood and have been in a mood to do more with these two. Possibly start a new beginning and try and re morph the original storyline so it makes more sense. 

Ah what do I do, I can't rp with myself so what do I do? Why can't there be more than one or two Hans's on here :(

[oberst-landa]

Strawberry (drink meme)- Catherinelanda

Strawberry - Your muse finds mine self-harming and wants to know everything.

Well into the evening, the sun was just barely starting to set. Hans appreciated the sun staying out later. It gave Hans the impression that he was not leaving as late as he was, and he wasn't as tired when he got home. 

The sky was setting with a blood red splashing the clouds. Hans stared up at the scene as he got into the car his escort was driving. He told the driver to take him home. The streets of Berlin were busy with life, despite the war going on close to home. People had no choice but to live their lives. He wondered if Catherine had spent any time outside with the boys while the weather was getting warmer, or if they were out with their friends. 

The black car pulled up to the curb in front of his house, and the driver stepped out to open the door for Hans. Hans thanked the man with a nod and a charming grin. The man closed the car door, and Hans walked up the steps to his front door. He inserted the key, twisted the knob, and the door creaked open. The house was as beautifully old style as the rest of Berlin's architecture. The inside had a bit of Victorian influence, and it had been well kept all these years. 

It was quiet in the house. Hans' sons were often playing somewhere about the house, and made plenty of noise doing it. He assumed they must have been playing outside with their friends somewhere. Hans decided to ascend up the staircase and go into the bedroom so he could change into something more comfortable. He wondered if Catherine was taking a nap by now. She often took the opportunity when the boys were out. 

He walked passed the hallway and passed the bathroom, noticing the door was closed and the light was on. He would have thought nothing of it, but Hans also heard faint sobbing coming from inside. Concerned, he stepped backward and listened closer. It sounded like Catherine. 

"Catherine," he called, knocking on the wooden door. "Liebe, what's the matter?" 

The sobbing continued and she would not answer. Hans tried the door knob but it was locked. "Catherine!" he called again, only this time more urgently. "Open the door!" 

He shook the doorknob violently before realizing Catherine wasn't going to answer. He bashed his body into the door a few times until he broke it open, ripping part of the frame. Inside, Catherine was sitting on top of the toilet seat, a knife in one hand, and an arm resting on her lap. The blade was soiled in blood, and Catherine's arm was bloody as well. 

"Jesus, Catherine!" Hans rushed to her, yanking the knife out of her hand, and throwing it into the sink. Quickly, he pulled the hand towel from the wall and wrapped it tightly around her cut arm. From a quick inspection, it did not look like she cut deep. Catherine was still sobbing, and looked as though she hardly registered Hans was there. He pulled her into his arms, trying to calm her down. 

"What's the matter? What's the meaning of this?" Hans demanded. "If something is wrong, you need to talk to me!" He knew Catherine's past, and he knew the struggles she went through, but that was no excuse for this behavior in Hans' eyes. "We need to take you to a doctor before you lose too much blood." 

Hans pressed his nose against her cheek and tried to hush her. She was in hysterics, and he had no clue what had triggered this in her. He was more worried as to where his sons were, and if she had been keeping track of them at all. He needed answers, but he needed to calm her down first. 

[claimsmediiic]

? -from catherinelanda

"It’s kind of a personal question, but you didn’t get surgery for fashion, did you?"

[obersthanslanda]

ooc: Isn't it funny Shamus and Hans were actually friends once...like shamus saved his life actually at one point.

and then the affair thread came around on my Catherinelanda blog

[catherinelanda]

:Pass The Elixir: AU || @artimis-t-shade

It was a average evening, Catherine Elliot Landa left her home to take a much needed trip into Diagon Allay to meet a friend of hers. Though this friend was one she always had a bit of a playful challenge with. Miss Artimis T Shade was a master at potions, Catherine was not so much so the master at the craft but she always liked to prove Artimis she was the better. Today was the day she would do so. Catherine found Artimis waiting for her, and she had an almost devilish smirk at her lips. 

"Hello Artimis, shall we?" She asked.

[catherinelanda]

Final Hour || @Ask-Nathan-Wallace

It was late at night, almost too much so to be out still. Catherine Elliott Abrecan was out running, trying to get to her flat down across town. She had no idea how she could get to it before he would come, it was inevitable that he would tonight. Catherine heard the stories, she saw the pictures, there was no escape, there was no extra moment, no mercy. She would be sent to the knife, and promptly, and there would be no amount of glow to dull the pain of it.

Catherine heard the chimes and footsteps, she was being followed and she knew it, she picked up her pace, walking faster, trying to get home just trying to get away. She didn't want to die, not like this. Catherine didn't have to see or even hear anything. Just the pure idea of it all was enough to spur the fear in her. She stopped short of a wall, pressing her hands there to catch her breath. Her synthetic heart protested every pump as it worked, it fought to pump harshly as Catherine pushed herself. This heart was going to be the cause of her death. She could hear it in her ears, pounding hard. Catherine didn't want this to be the end and she just couldn't allow it.

[catherinelanda]

Ooc: hah this thread with Catherine and Shamus

((They aren't doing anything I don't even care I just want them to be squishy friends right now!!!! Ah))