MORTIMER, KATHERINE BAILEY [wip]

[katherine]

katherine bailey mortimer.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. katherine bailey mortimer.
stage name. katherine mortimer.
nicknames. kat.
age dob. twenty-two, november twenty-seventh.
gender. female.
sexual orientation. hetrosexual.
career. tv/film actor.
hometown. john o'groats, scotland.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five foot eleven inches.
eyes. brown.
hair. ginger.
build. tall and slim.
distinguishing features. ginger hair, scottish accent, abnormally tall.
play-by. karen gillan.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. indian food, jelly donuts, peppermint tea, chocolate, scones, painting her nails, infomercials, giraffes, her nookcolor, transformers, rain, tinted lip chap, vintage clothes.
hates. brushing her hair, driving everywhere, pants, burnt toast, super-hot weather, sunburns, when cassie asks her about the loch ness monster.
quirks.

• though it's always a struggle, she drags herself out of bed every morning for a jog with cassie.
  
• chews on the caps, and ends, of pens until they burst.
  
• can be quite clumsy.
  

aspirations.

• to become an influential name in hollywood.
  
• see aurora borealis with her own two eyes.
  
• to one day have a family, and still be able to have her career.
  

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personality evaluated. two healthy paragraphs or more.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. nigel mortimer, forty-six, bed and breakfast co-owner.
mother. blair mortimer, forty-five, bed and breakfast co-owner.
siblings. kaden mortimer, seventeen, student.
pets. none.
other family. n/a
history evaluated.

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/ christmas came early for me

alias. kay.
years of rp experience. seven +
other characters. none.
how did you find us. through demi (cassie and jenn)
roleplay sample.

Leaning against her arms, Delilah watched the photo on her desk like it was about to jump off the table and run away. Thinking of that night, Delilah could recall everything. The discussions about the football game that the two nodded along to, how everyone said that they should of went to the game, the moments just before the photo was taken. One of the last good photos that the two would take.

Delilah shifted in her seat, pulling her legs up into the chair and wrapping her arms around them. She thought about moving to her bed to fall asleep. The idea sounded good, peaceful, since she knew that once the "Aaron door" was open, the feelings wouldn't go away until she fell asleep, until the sun was high in the sky. She had gone through these sorts of nights all to often that she knew exactly how they would end, and sitting awake looking at the photos wouldn't help. But getting up and moving to her bed took too much effort that she didn't have right now. At least sitting here in her desk chair only allowed one photo to be in her eyesight; if she moved to her bed, she'd have to deal with seeing another photo on her bedstand. Leaning her head against her legs, Delilah decided that she'd stay put for a while longer.

Maybe everybody was right. Maybe she should of taken the photos down a year ago. Six months ago. But now, Delilah didn't know if she could do it. Putting the photos in a box, to be sealed away in the bottom of her closet only hurt more. When other people went thought the stages of grief (there were stages of grief right?) it seemed so much simpler. Even on TV. She didn't know why she was having such a hard time. It's almost been two years, for god's sake. Maybe it was worse because she only broke down in her room at night. Maybe if she hadn't tried to stay strong around others she'd of gotten past all of this by now.

A tear fell from Delilah's eye. Normally after the first tear fell Delilah prepared for the worst. One tear, meant two tears, which meant a whole bucket full. But not tonight, because as that first tear fell, she heard something come from outside her window. Standing up, Delilah hurried over to her window and opened it enough to peek her head out into the cold. "What the hell..." She muttered to herself, looking at the mess of branches.