the great cake robbery. - (caitlyn)

[katrina lauren barnett]

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Good morning, sleepy head!
From: Hairy Harry, 8:21 a.m.

You up yet, sis?
From: Hairy Harry, 8:22 a.m.

Nooow are you up? :D
From: Hairy Harry, 8:25 a.m.

I'll call you if you don't answer.
From: Hairy Harry, 8:33 a.m.

YOU KNOW I'LL DO IT. I'LL DO IT RIGHT NOW.
From: Hairy Harry, 8:40 a.m.

HARRY I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO KILL YOU WHAT TO YOU WANT?
From: Kat Barnett, 8:40 a.m.

Kat is not usually a grumpy girl in the mornings, but a lot of things change when her brother texts her while she's still and bed. Especially when she's still in bed after a long night of scribbling down lyrics to songs and plucking chords on her guitar so she can possibly do something with her life that isn't hoping for another audition or hoping for a callback or hoping for a job. She's tired of hoping, she wants to be doing. But, seriously, if her brother doesn't stop being annoying he'll be hoping that she doesn't do anything to him that involves bodily harm.

You can't kill me. You're on the other side of the country.
From: Hairy Harry, 8:43 a.m.

Kat rolls her eyes but a smile touches her lips, anyways, mostly because she knows that he can't see her. She's usually pretty stubborn when it comes to maintaining dignity, but when you're a million miles away from someone, that changes things, too.

Harry, you're just lucky I'm not in GA anymore. I could turn your dental tools against you.
From: Kat Barnett, 8:44 a.m.

I am shaking in my scrubs.
From: Hairy Harry, 8:44 a.m.

Kat snorts at this, giving up on trying to fall back asleep and swinging her legs out of bed dangling them until she's ready to touch the cold hardwood of her apartment. She pads through her bedroom, phone still in hand, and into the bathroom, where she sets the phone down just as soon as it buzzes, and runs her fingers through her unruly hair. It's only been a few short months since she's moved out here, and it's already starting to wear her out. Looking for work out of high school is hard enough without a college degree, but then there are the other dreamers here who take up all the decent jobs and leave her with karaoke nights and gigs at small restaurants that never pay much. It's not the best life, but it isn't the worst, either, and even while Kat's weariness gets to her some days, usually she's just as bright and bubbly as she was back in high school.

I really just texted you to say hi. And what's up.
From: Hairy Harry, 8:46 a.m.

Well, I'm up. Out of bed, that is. Hi to you, too. And to mom and dad, if you see them today.
From: Kat Barnett, 8:47 a.m.

I see them everyday. I'm the good child who loves his parents.
From: Hairy Harry, 8:50 a.m.

You're actually the sassy child, in my opinion.
From: Kat Barnett, 8:54 a.m.

During her conversation, Kat manages to get her makeup on, and she's soon rifling through her closet for a sundress; she picks up a light peach one that goes to her knees and puts it on, struggling slightly with the zipper but eventually getting it up without much struggle.

So are you going to do something fun today?
From: Hairy Harry, 8:55 a.m.

Kat looks at the message for a few moments, thinking. Then she responds with, Going to the park.

And she does go to the park. It's a lovely day, and the sun shines overhead as she walks out of her apartment and into the warm air. She walks to the park, keeping her sunglasses over her eyes to block the sun's rays. The park is, as usual, pretty busy; there's a seven-year-old's birthday party near the playground and there are people having picnics and milling around. There are some joggers, as well, and couples on the benches looking at clouds.

Kat likes going to the park. There's something about it that makes her feel like she's in a world without rules or worries; that it's just her and these strangers enjoying the day without a care in the world. Kat likes the feeling of being carefree; it makes her feel like she can do anything. She finds a spot under an oak tree and sits, looking around the space and watching the people who go by. It's relaxing, in a way, and she settles into her spot, glancing up at the clouds.

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tag: caitlyn
words: 765
outfit: here!
notes: onto the stealing of the cake! hope this works! :)

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[caitlyn jordan zimmerman]

( hey, soul sister )

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"Alert, alert! It's your cousin calling! Alert, alert--" Caitlyn sat up at the sound of her cousin, Brandon, calling her. Since Caitlyn didn't have a customed ring-tone for him, she had him say "alert, alert, it's your cousin calling!" for her. She snatched the phone off of her night-stand, and slid her finger across the screen, accepting his call. "Zimmer! You're awake!" Brandon bellowed, happy to hear her. "Brandon, I was sleeping!" she hissed. "Whoa, you were right when you said you weren't a morning person." Brandon replied. Caitlyn sighed, and she rubbed her eyes. "I'm sorry. This morning, Chip had to go out, and I had to bring him outside so he could go. So, I guess I'm a little grumpy." Caitlyn responded. She heard Brandon nod on the other line. "It's cool. I forgot you lived in California now. How's it going in Tinseltown?" Brandon asked. Caitlyn shook her head as she got out of bed. "It's going good. Though, I haven't gotten a part yet." Caitlyn commented. "Don't worry, Zimmer. You'll get a part soon. I know it. The directors and producers must be out of their minds if they don't give you the main--" "Or a supporting role." Caitlyn replied, cutting him off. She didn't care what role she got. All she cared about was that she was living out her dream. "Right." Brandon responded.

As Caitlyn pawed through her closet for something to wear, she asked: "How is Dad doing?" Caitlyn knew her dad was still in Montana, and with another family. She asked Brandon to keep tabs on him and his "perfect" family. "Good, I guess. I saw Blondie one and Blondie two in the mall yesturday. Your dad wasn't with them." Brandon told her. Blondie one and Blondie two were Brooke, Caitlyn's step-mom, and Crystral, Caitlyn's step-sister. Her dad has always wanted Crystral, Brooke, and Caitlyn to meet, but Caitlyn has always said she was busy with auditions to bother with meeting them. "Oh. Well, Brandon, I better go. It was nice talking to you." Caitlyn stated, and Brandon nodded. "It was nice talking to you too, Zimmer. Stay safe, and I love you." Caitlyn smiled. "I love you too, BJ." explained. After she hung up, she got ready for the day.

Deciding not to wake up her mom, Caitlyn took her purse, and skate-board, and she blinked into the California as she skated off. Caitlyn has always been into skate-boarding ever since Brandon had taught her. While her mom was worried about her falling off, Brandon assured her mom that all the cuts and bruises she had gotten were all part of the training. After skate-boarding for a few blocks, she found herself in the park, where joggers, dog-walkers, and a birthday party were going on. She looked hungerily at the cake, which looked really good. Caitlyn looked around, distracting herself. Her eyes rested on a girl, around her age, gazing up at the clouds. Caitlyn got off of her board, and walked over to the girl. Caitlyn just stood, and glanced at her. "Hey, haven't I seen you around the streets? Because you look familiar." Caitlyn said.

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( tag ) Kat
( words ) 530, baby!
( notes ) I'm sorry if this post is really short. I was at work, and then I went to my grandparents's house to have supper.
( music ) Hey, Soul Sister by Train
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]