#hotchalanche

[intangiblepryde]

You used to love to dance

@hotchalanche

Kitty stood somewhat awkwardly by the punch bowl-- it wasn’t that she didn’t like to dance, exactly. Things were complicated, her date was complicated. The only thing that wasn’t complicated was this punch.

She stared out at the crowd, the dance floor dim but still twinkling with ambient light, bouncing off of a thousand beads and jewels-- even those unadorned had a glow, the city’s grime far away from this event.  Soon enough her attention was drawn to others along the wall, and one in particular, the one who’d been crashing at her place lately. Carefully, remembering not to phase to cut through the crowd like she once might’ve, she made her way to him. “Hey, I didn’t know you’d be here! Enjoying yourself?” A beat. “You cleaned up pretty well.”

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what’s this? what’s this?

@hotchalanche

It seemed her companion had left her-- intent on finding exactly the right location in which to watch the fireworks display. Whatever that could mean, beyond that it has somewhat to do with wizards, and therefore Tauriel had no opportunity to have seen them until now. 

However, this left her with naught to do for some unknown period of time, and she wandered the grounds, eventually coming upon a ballroom that seemed to be sectioned off with quite the line of people waiting. The makeup of those seemed to be mainly of children, but there were enough adults disappearing into the screened-off section that the she-elf’s curiosity was piqued.

“I wonder if you could please tell me what is happening over there?”

She asked a man idling nearby, and pointed to the only clue-- a sign marked with the words “Santa Claus”. These words meant little, and she could not even guess whether it was a place, or a object, or a name.

[shokvzai]

@hotchalanche. ( because i love you )

¥ ∫∫ "yes.  i want five shots of espresso,” kunikazu repeats, voice brittle with what tries to be a glacier and ends up being a thin layer of sleet on a sidewalk.  his eyes are red and his hands shake ever so slightly on the table, a result of many a sleepless night.

       when he feels eyes upon him, he slowly turns, giving the most withering glare he can think of to whoever dares judge him for his choice of death-by-caffeine.

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@hotchalanche

« ⌘ |[ Foyet’s grin is uncontainable once he spots his favorite agent.  His glee nearly tears his face in two.  Ah, this was just too perfect; fate has given him a gift today.  He leans against the wall of a nearby shop right where Hotch was going to walk, waiting for the man to meet his eyes.

          And when he does, he speaks.  “Hey.  Welcome to the shit-show, G-Man.  I’m not an illusion, by the way, but you’re gonna find a lot of ‘em roaming around because the scientists jack off on people pissing themselves over their greatest fears.  I have none, so boo-hoo for the rest of them and for you.”

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@hotchalanche liked.

« ∫ Zipporah is still very concerned about how many people there are and how little trees there are.  It isn’t good, it isn’t fair, but her new trainer fed her too well for her to complain.  She watches, sitting on the bench beside him as he fed some other birds and Pokémon, and cocks her head as she sees him get up and call to a very tall man in dark clothes with dark hair.

     He’s tall.  Trees are tall.  He’ll work.

     She flutters over and lands on this new man’s head, hooting at him.

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“sir!” seeing her boss makes her face light up, he’s okay. he seems all in one piece (with foyet being here, she had been unsure). but the fact hotch is there and whole and she knows he doesn’t really do hugs -- he’s never been much for them -- but the shorter woman hurries towards him. she nearly trips in her heels as she rushes to wrap her arms around him, “you have no idea how happy i am to see you! you’re like ray of sun! you’re like --” she’s off now, happily rambling, a few tears having leaked from the corners of her eyes as she looks up and him. 

she brushes at them, clearing her throat, “foyet is here and --” she trails off, not wanting to voice her worried thoughts to him.

@hotchalanche / plotted.

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« ⌘ |[ “The mafia that stays together... slays together.  HOW THE HELL DID WE NOT GET CAUGHT?!”

          He knows why.  You take out the strongest players first.

[intangiblepryde]

for the feature ask meme - eyes, build

Kitty's eyes are a little on the large and round side, and obviously light-ish brown. Her eyelashes are about average? Maybe a little closer to short. She can look a little tired at times-- she expects too much from herself and stays up to do it all.

She's got a very athletic build-- has to keep up with the x-men. A little broad in the shoulders and hips. She's less muscled and more lean, so like stamina rather than weightlifting.