Moonlight & Shadows // [Katelyn/Killian]
Sept 26, 2016 12:02:38 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Sept 26, 2016 12:02:38 GMT -5
KILLIAN
He'd spent the early part of the evening in the underground speakeasy. He almost always frequented the dark bar for information, but tonight, he needed a favor. At last he found someone upon which he could prevail and followed the merchant back to his lavish but empty home. Together they watched the recap of the Bachelorette Finale. He found himself confused - not by the mechanics or the glitter in Katelyn's dress or the outlandish antics of the host - but by the gift both Capitolite finalists bestowed upon Katelyn Persimmon: choice.
They genuinely seemed to like her (no math needed for that equation) and felt no hesitation over ceding someone from Eleven their power. For her part, Katelyn accepted their feelings gracefully and didn't murder Tinselton on live television. It was more restraint than he would have had. He found himself pacing by the end of the episode, stomach twisting and heart hardening.
She was it, the leader he'd been looking for, all along. And he'd already made his opening move, on the morning of the Reaping. That morning he'd stepped to the edge of a precipice. At his back, his long list of illegal activity, primarily smuggling, gathered like a storm. Before him, a new world opened and with it his demise, either in the black of a cell or in the black of a barrel. Now, he only had to jump.
He'd chosen his spot in the corner of Katelyn's kitchen because of the shaft of moonlight filtering through the nearest window. He had only to lean forward into it to reveal himself. He'd planned to step out slowly so as not to catch her off guard. But that, of course, was a ridiculous expectation when one confronted a victor. Before he even had a chance to introduce himself, the glint of a kitchen knife flickered in the pale grey light.
Killian came instantly to his knees, falling out of the shadows. He lifted his hands, his right thumb tucked to hold a scythe badge. It wasn't armor but it was the only protection he had. "I don't know if you've heard of me..."
"Should I have?" She asked, a warning coloring her tone.
He paused. Certainly he wanted Katelyn Persimmon to know of him. On the other hand... "If I've done my job well, no. But even though you don't know me, you have something of mine. It's why I'm here. When I gave it to you, I also may have made a slight alteration to the uniform I was wearing. It's why I'd prefer to keep the lights off because our local Peacekeeping force is none too happy with me at the moment."
He lowered his hands and offered her the matching badge.
"I'm Killian, and like so many others, I'm here to ask for your help."