#kayla interactions

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     Looking down at the mess on her floor Kayla sighed heavily, the rain pattering down against her windows loudly, she’d had a difficult month and had only really been home to grab somethings and drop off others and the mess had only grown and accumulated. Sliding her phone from her pocket she shot out a quick text, “I’m cleaning my room, wanna come over and tell me how gross I am?” she grimaced, tucking the device back into her pocket and leaving her room to grab a trash bag. 

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@savagc   

  Sitting up abruptly as the floorboards seemed to creek down the hall, Kayla slowly slumped back down on the abandoned sofa she’d been sleeping on. She’d been exploring the house for longer than expected, gotten lost reading from a journal that’d been left shut on the dust covered desk of one of the upstairs bedroom, she’d looked out the window only to find the sun setting behind the thick waves of trees. She wasn’t settled very far from the slowly decaying house but hiking alone in the dark probably wasn’t the best idea, that being said part of her regretted not having just gone for it, any creak of bump in the night sending her heart rate skyrocketing. 

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@mxldito 

     “Get the fuck out!” Kayla screamed, throwing the nearest object she was able to find in the darkness, which so happened to be a bent aluminum broom stick, at the figure skulking about in the darkness, heart hammering in her chest as her eyes tried to adjust to the lowlight, flashlight rolling on the ground. 

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@cxptsmarvel​

     “You, me, ice cream and drinks at my place tonight!” Kayla pouted playfully, “Say yes, I don’t wanna be alone tonight.” she laughed softly, wanting desperately to decompress after the week she’d had and not able to think of anyone else she’d rather hang out with. “I’ll even let you pick the movie.” 

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@brklynbxby​

     “Fuck!” Kayla cursed, falling backwards on her ass, earbuds being torn out of her ears as she collided harshly with the ground, the iced coffee she had been clutching as she rushed across campus now split open and running down the length of her arm, seeping into the sleeve and chest of her top. The many paper copies of her presentation scattered around her, some still floating helplessly in the air, she knew this was her own fault, she hadn’t been paying enough attention and was nearly running in her rush to class.Taking a deep breath through her nose in an attempt to catch the breath that had been stolen from her lungs upon impact and to steady the panic rushing in her chest as she realized what a big mess this was. “Are you okay?” she managed to ask, realizing she’d collided with a person.  

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  for @magnctisms​  ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

    “Do you wanna play a game or something?” she sat in her seat, legs crossed under her awkwardly. She’d been guilty of falling asleep on the subway many a time but never had she slept long enough to wake up to the damn thing out of service and completely abandoned with the exception of a stranger. She was trying her best to not panic, a phone call to the listed emergency number already having been made with the assurance that someone would come let them out within the next hour, though that didn’t do much to ease claustrophobia that was only growing steadily.  

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@virghoewrites​ 

     “Can we stop with the bullshit small talk? Just tell me what you want.” Kayla leaned back against the cold brick wall that lined the alley way behind her dorm trying not to shiver, the air cold and her breath visible. 

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@itsrogersandco A Starter As Requested

     Not able to focus on the book in front of her, Kayla sighed deeply. She had a pretty important exam coming up and she just couldn’t seem to get herself to sit down and actually study. Giving up for the day she gathered the small stack of books she had accumulated, she’d come to the library hoping the lack of distractions would keep her on track but instead she had just managed to find her own distractions. Standing from her seat she made her way to the collection box placed at the end of one of the many aisles of books, her mind once again wandering she crashed into a stranger, the books she had in her arms falling loudly to the floor. Cringing as the sounds reverberated off of the walls and everyone turned to stare at the source of the noise. “Shit.” she mumbled, drooping to the floor to start to collect the books. “I’m so sorry.” she sighed looking up at the stranger.