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sixthiterationlogs2017-01-09 01:18 am
ex_assertiveness90) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-01-09 01:18 am
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WHO: Stella Gibson
WHERE: The inn
WHEN: January 10th
OPEN TO: Kate Kelly
WARNINGS: narrative references to sexual assault.
STATUS: Closed
Stella notices things.
It's not just that it's been part of her job for over a decade and a half to pay attention, to see things other people don't, although the investigative mindset is almost impossible to turn off once you've got into it. No, Stella's always been good at noticing, at reading people, being able to tell when someone's trying to hide something.
And what she has noticed is that there is a problem between herself and Kate Kelly — or, more accurately, that Kate Kelly seems to have developed a problem with her. She thinks it must have started some time after Karen's murder, when she'd been doing a bit of her own investigative work on the side, before a group of the others had gone off and come back with the body of that creature and that had been the end of it. It's nothing terribly obvious — or, at least, Stella thinks Kate has been trying not to make a show of it — but when someone is friendly with her one week and giving her the cold shoulder in the next, she tends to suspect that something, somewhere, has gone wrong.
She could just let it lie. Stella has never really been someone to care whether or not other people like her, and as a police officer and a woman she's had every insult in the book thrown at her in the past. She does not exactly need to be friends with Kate. But she's also trapped in a village of less than sixty people, and one of the people central to that community has apparently decided, out of what feels like nowhere, that she doesn't like her. It is... probably in Stella's best interest to at least try to find out what's going on. And she's not going to get that if she waits for Kate to come to her.
Stella dresses in what's been her usual outfit since the day they all got those gifts: boots, scrub trousers, the light blue jumper that came to her courtesy of Finnick Odair, her gloves from Margaery, and her black coat. She heads back to the inn from her house in the late afternoon, after everyone has cleared out after lunch, and finds Kate where she more or less expected to, in the kitchen.
"Miss Kelly? Have you got a moment?"
She is making the best effort she knows how not to act like a police officer. This is not an interrogation. She's just a woman, here to talk to another woman about something that concerns her. Her posture is relaxed, and she doesn't seem worried, nervous, or angry: just calm, and maybe a little expectant.
WHERE: The inn
WHEN: January 10th
OPEN TO: Kate Kelly
WARNINGS: narrative references to sexual assault.
STATUS: Closed
Stella notices things.
It's not just that it's been part of her job for over a decade and a half to pay attention, to see things other people don't, although the investigative mindset is almost impossible to turn off once you've got into it. No, Stella's always been good at noticing, at reading people, being able to tell when someone's trying to hide something.
And what she has noticed is that there is a problem between herself and Kate Kelly — or, more accurately, that Kate Kelly seems to have developed a problem with her. She thinks it must have started some time after Karen's murder, when she'd been doing a bit of her own investigative work on the side, before a group of the others had gone off and come back with the body of that creature and that had been the end of it. It's nothing terribly obvious — or, at least, Stella thinks Kate has been trying not to make a show of it — but when someone is friendly with her one week and giving her the cold shoulder in the next, she tends to suspect that something, somewhere, has gone wrong.
She could just let it lie. Stella has never really been someone to care whether or not other people like her, and as a police officer and a woman she's had every insult in the book thrown at her in the past. She does not exactly need to be friends with Kate. But she's also trapped in a village of less than sixty people, and one of the people central to that community has apparently decided, out of what feels like nowhere, that she doesn't like her. It is... probably in Stella's best interest to at least try to find out what's going on. And she's not going to get that if she waits for Kate to come to her.
Stella dresses in what's been her usual outfit since the day they all got those gifts: boots, scrub trousers, the light blue jumper that came to her courtesy of Finnick Odair, her gloves from Margaery, and her black coat. She heads back to the inn from her house in the late afternoon, after everyone has cleared out after lunch, and finds Kate where she more or less expected to, in the kitchen.
"Miss Kelly? Have you got a moment?"
She is making the best effort she knows how not to act like a police officer. This is not an interrogation. She's just a woman, here to talk to another woman about something that concerns her. Her posture is relaxed, and she doesn't seem worried, nervous, or angry: just calm, and maybe a little expectant.
no subject
This woman in front of her, all poised composure and upper-class English vowels, is confusing her. It's an irritating form of confusion, like a burr stuck between stocking and boot.
"Why would you care?" she asks then. There's still a trace of defensiveness in her posture, but mostly Kate's curious now. Confused.