#colemonroe

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @colemonroe WHERE: Tonopahella Music Festival.

"Fuck me, it's hot." Kathryn said to herself, fanning at her face as quickly as she could. She knew that fanning one's self only made her hotter by the end of it, but frankly -- she didn't care right now. Kathryn wished, for just a moment, she could stop the absolutely endless heat that beat down on her as she wandered through the Festival, sweat trickling down her back. Kathryn was determined to enjoy herself, let loose, if only for a few hours. How long had it been? Since the information of Donny's family had reached her, and sent her into a frenzy? Endless, unforgiving.

It was only as she began to walk toward the stage area that she spotted that overly familiar head of blond hair. It took her no time to divert where she'd been going, over to Cole. Kathryn couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a festival, or just...lived. Outside of work. So she was glad to see that Cole was also doing the same thing. "Riddles and the biker meet again. Our first two meetings were outside, y'know. Must mean good things for business." An easy grin slipping across her mout, a flash of teeth. "Who you looking forward to seeing perform?"

[dakotafitzgerald]

starter for: @colemonroe location: the sons of silence clubhouse

It wasn't quite easy to walk back into the clubhouse and to be greeted by the sudden attack of the memories.. she could see all the gone members - her father among them. But embracing the ghosts of her past was necessary if she wanted to say a proper hello to the future.. and goddammit, she wanted that more than anything. The first step was to walk back in - to be there for the family that was there for her - and the Sons were. Cole promised her that. And if there was one person she trusted - it was Cole Monroe.

As she spotted some of the old faces who seemed more than happy to see her finally coming back home.. she knew she should have come to the clubhouse earlier. Perhaps Nate was right. But there were also unknown faces.. and they had no idea who she was, no? Had no idea it was her home before theirs. But as her eyes found the familiar blond toying with a bike, she softly chuckled - some things apparently never change. "Look at you.. seems it's the same place and position I left you in since the last time I was here." Which was.. years ago. She didn't even want to go to the clubhouse after her parents' funeral. "Also," she lifted up a bit the big brown bag she was carrying in her hands, "I've got a special delivery for you and the boys.. well - mostly you, let's not fool ourselves," Dakota said wearing a huge grin as she quickly looked into the bag to check those five bottles of tequila and whiskey were still in one place.

[kathrynharinger]

Kathryn📱Cole.

Kathryn: Oh, look, it's my fabulous co-conspirator Kathryn: On a scale of one to ten, if I was to ask a favour, how likely are you to say yes? Kathryn: Asking for a friend... Kathryn: Aka, me, I'm the friend. Yours. :)

[dakotafitzgerald]

            Sitting on the bench at the old basketball playground, the brunette found herself remembering all of the times she spent there during high school; how loud she would be cheering late at night for the guys who’d be playing or how they’d drink all of their troubles on this exact same bench: it seemed as a such a distant world now.

             With her hands deeply shoved in the depths of the pockets of her short black leather jacket, a small smile made its appearance as she spotted a tall figure approaching her. “I kind of feel like I’m fourteen all over again,” Dakota smiled, “here I am, sitting on the same old bench while Cole Monroe is making his appearance. Though,” she shrugged, “don’t see those groupies now,” the brunette laughed.

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[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @colemonroe WHEN: June 24. WHERE: The MC Clubhouse.

There was only so much she could run from her past before it bit her in the ass. And it already had. New York might've felt like a lifetime ago, in reality, it'd been a little over a year now since she'd ran to Tonopah at Luthor's word. And while time had kept moving here as if all else was forgotten.

They'd found her. Which left her more vulnerable than ever.

Kathryn walked into the clubhouse, Nike gym bag hooked over her shoulder. The faint scent of sweat, and what she could only assume was cut leather lingered: no other members in sight, which was odd to behold in itself. But it was early and from the empty beer bottles, it'd been a wild one the night previous. Her heart pounded in her chest, each step feeling heavier than the last. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself, nerves jangling like wind chimes in a ferocious, unforgiving storm. This was it. She had to tell him.

"Cole," she called out, her voice wavering slightly. However, when she saw the blond locks walking into the club, it was like all possible words escaped her mind. For a woman who was so good at lying and conning, a year had seen her lose her touch ever-so-slightly. She'd once been told friends made you weak, and maybe, just maybe, they were right. "Hey -- I, uh, well..." words were not wording, she realised as her cheeks flamed a vibrant crimson. For a woman nicknamed the Riddler, she wasn't riddlin' anything right now.

"Best get this out of the way, huh?" blowing air out from between puffed cheeks. "I said we could...discuss my situation before you taught me to defend myself -- "How the fuck do I start. "I might be in some trouble..."

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @colemonroe WHEN: 1st of December, 2023. WHERE: The Lost Word.

It was late afternoon, while the golden hour was officially bathing the store in that ethereal light she'd come to love, a hot steaming cup of coffee beside her as she hummed lightly to herself. The creaking wooden floor, worn by the footsteps of countless book lovers, singing its own song in response to Kathryn. That subtle scent of aged paper mixed with the burning jasmine permeated the space. This had become her safe space in the time since she'd arrived here in Tonopah.

With nimble fingers, Kathryn sorted through a heavy stack of weathered books, each one a portal to another world. And most that she'd repurposed for a new venture she'd be taking in the coming weeks. Some bore the weight of history, their leather-bound covers telling tales of eras long past. Others, with vibrant and modern designs, spoke of the ever-evolving nature of literature. And soon they'd tell a new story of transportation and illegal endeavours.

That smirk crept across her lips in response.

Kathryn had created two distinct piles on the worn oak table at the center of the store. One stack that was far too valuable to sell, a collection that would find her a good price. The other, meticulously curated, was the collaboration between Kathryn and Cole. Those books with barcodes she could repurpose. The store was far too quiet for this to have been her only venture, even if she didn't need the cash. This job it gave Kathryn purpose in this town, and it had started to form the idea of one ideology in particular.

Home. This...this could be home.

However, her thought was interrupted when the ring of the doorbell at the shop entrance. Looking up, she cocked her head to the side. "I never really took you for the ancient book loving type," Kathryn joked as she eyed Cole. "Everything okay?"

[kathrynharinger]

FOR: @colemonroe

WHERE: Fourth of July Event, 2023.

Kathryn strolled through the event, the scorching sun casting a warm glow on her as she embraced the summer atmosphere. Dressed in a flowing yellow sundress that kissed the tops of her knees, she exuded a sense of effervescent energy. Her sunglasses perched stylishly on her face, shielding her eyes from the intense rays, while her long, blonde hair cascaded in loose, dropped curls down her shoulders.

The music blared from a nearby stage. Kathryn found herself irresistibly drawn towards its pulsating rhythm. She swayed her hips to the beat, feeling the music course through her veins. Somewhere Fender would be lingering, concocting stories of their fake relationship to gain the intel he was seeking. She was simply taking it in, learning their ways. Sometimes observation was the best skill. Yet, amidst the crowd's laughter and jubilant cheers, her attention was suddenly captured by a familiar figure standing near his imposing motorbike. It was Cole, his biker's cut, proudly displaying the emblem of the Sons of Silence Motorcycle Club.

Their last meeting came to mind as a smirk tugged at the corner of her lip.

“Who are ya, darlin’? And more importantly, whaddya want with me?”

His words from their previous meeting echoing in her mind.

Kathryn made her way over, her steps guided by a blend of curiosity and intrigue. Approached him, a voice laced with playful humor as she spoke in her trademark riddles.

"Well, hello," she grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Tell me, in the language of engines and asphalt, what secrets does the road whisper to those who dare listen?" She teased, looking down at the machine with an almost awe. Bikes had always interested her, but she'd never had the nerve to try.

"And what of the Sons of Silence? Are they the masters of this mysterious language, the poets of the open road?" she inquired, her voice dripping with curiosity. She asked a lot of questions. She was aware, but it was all a part of that inquisitive mind that she'd had for as long as she could remember.

[dakotafitzgerald]

closed starter: @colemonroe location: the clubhouse

She barely greeted anyone as she was making her way towards the house.. well she did, but it was so absentmindedly that if you asked her who did she saw in the front yard, Dakota would not be able to name one single person. She couldn't even tell you that there was a guy working on her father's bike.. she didn't notice that at all. It was a true miracle she could actually do her job today as well as she did.. it was the only thing that was able to make her forget about the latest twist in her life. It was one thing to be followed.. but for the man to come so close to her and to pose as a patient of hers.. she didn't think he would be so bold. But what did she think? That she would be able to live in a fairytale for the rest of her life? Be protected and never touched again? It was as if she was a kid who still believed in a Santa Claus.

So when she stepped in the inside of the clubhouse, Dakota's eyes quickly scanned the room only to find the blond she was searching, talking to a couple of guys. "Hey.." she smiled yet it vanished from her features as fast as the speed of light. "Can we talk? Alone? If you have time that is," she quickly added because this could wait.. well it couldn't, but it wasn't the most important thing ever. Perhaps she was overreacting - perhaps she should have not ran to Cole so fast but could have solved it on her own. Or perhaps she should have just gone straight home and leave Cole and everyone else out of her mess.. she made her own bed, she might as well lie in it.