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kate marsh

independent, selective kate marsh of dontnod's life is strange.


Anonymous: “I can’t go back to sleep after that. I need coffee– no, I need a drink, a stiff one.” -AMERICXNRUST

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        ‘   chloe ,  drinking won’t help .   besides ,  it’s not allowed here ,  and we can’t leave campus .   what about some water ?  ?   maybe some SOFT music ?   ’ // @americxnrust

americxnrust:

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Chloe almost couldn’t believe her mom was letting this happen. Sure, any time she and Rachel talked about California, that was “too far away”, but a Catholic boarding school in the middle of fucking nowhere? Totally fine, apparently. Chloe had been visibly fuming the entire six hour drive (of which Joyce refused to join her and David on, still too angry Chloe had stolen David’s gun), despite repeated half-attempts at reassuring Chloe it “wouldn’t be that bad”. Yet, as soon as they stepped foot in the ancient Cathedral-esque building, Chloe swore loudly in surprise, garnering the attention of nearly everyone in the room. A few startled elderly nuns glared at both her and David, and David quickly grabbed the arm of a passing girl and asked (or rather, begged) her to take Chloe on a tour.

The girl was actually kind of–No, very–cute. Attractive enough, with her beaming smile and soft, polite voice, to effectively halt Chloe’s antic’s out of sheer surprise. Momentarily forgetting she was supposed to putting on a tantrum, Chloe rolled her shoulder back, stuck out a hand and gave her a quick nod. 

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“Hey. I’m Chloe. Let’s get this shit started!” 

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                   a  N E W  student ,  how exciting !  !   kate loved when they got fresh faces around here ,  new people to befriend .   as soon as they stepped onto campus ,  she could just tell she was new ;  and unhappy ,  as if the curse weren’t proof of that .   she had to admit it made her jump a little ,  and even moreso when her arm was suddenly in someone’s grasp .   ‘   oh !   of course ,  i’d love to !   my name’s kate marsh .   i wouldn’t use curse words around here though ,  the nuns don’t approve .   ’

D.W.