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It's that time again, so here are the latest rolls. 1. Rachael Langdon (Laurels) 2. Rosemary Michaels (MrMissMrs Random) 3. KK Konipaski (Rattlesnake) - Carlos Lazaro (Ciel, Hero Card used) 4. Kyran Dean (Psychadelic) 5. Deanna Hull (D/N) - Jenna Rhodes (Fioriboy, Hero Card used) 6. James Wade (Lord...

And she put the gun back up. Katarina froze mid-step, let her brow and her jaw twitch instead. She swallowed, and she was aware for the first time in a while of the way her collar rubbed against the dirt and the salt and the blood on her neck. The old familiar fire kindled within her, baking the ins...

She put the gun down. That was nice. And, of course, the girl was crazy. Typical. But Katarina felt herself relax just a little. You knew where you stood with crazy people. They had that one line of thought that drove them mad and informed every decision they made, and if you could just stay abreast...

Maybe two wasn't enough, she thought with sudden venom, and traipsed back and forth a bit on her tired feet. Or shuffled, maybe, or ambled, none of which seemed particularly threatening, but she wasn't going to let Maddie draw a bead that easily. The girl might have four by sunrise, and who would ba...

((Katarina Konipaski continued from The Society of the Spectacle )) Katarina adjusted the fit of the gorestained jacket a bit as she walked onto the grass. Really, she was just wandering now. Didn't care much where she went, as long as Hansel wasn't there. Physically, at least. He'd gone one way and...

A minute passed. There was no gurgling. There was no gunfire. People made noises, but ghosts didn't. She'd seen him go down, but she lead with the business end just to be sure. With a sigh, Katarina lowered the gun. Her arms shook at the sudden release, chest heaving, jaw trembling. Adrenaline drain...

A scream. That was good. Katarina didn't smile or congratulate herself or mutter any celebration under her breath. She'd scored a hit. Half the battle was won. But the person who made it out wasn't going to be someone who did things halfway. A quick glace around herself - she had no illusions about ...

Katarina watched the guy - name was Matt, incidentally, as far as that mattered - just scramble through her shots like freaking C3-PO or something. Not that she was an exceptional shot, of course, or even an average one. But still... that little measure of frustration. That razor edge of doubt, thin...

Ten , she thought, for that was forefront in her mind as well. ((Katarina Konipaski continued from Multishot )) Even since the announcement, since she'd stirred from sleepless repose and wiped the creeping dew from her arms and her boots, she could think of nothing else. It chased away even the wor...

"See you in Hell," Katarina didn't say, and stared at the monstrosity of a weapon that lay before her as Ami walked away. She felt almost like a little kid anxious to play with some toy, standing there and trying to act patient, trying not to twitch and fidget and run through all the littl...

"Thanks," she said simply when the flash of panic that rose with the barrel of the gun had subsided. For a lot of things. She didn't touch the gun. Not yet, at least. There would be plenty of time for that. More time, perhaps, than there ever could have been otherwise. For the moment, she ...

Katarina's muscles flexed like the fine steel she held as Ami turned and rose. It would take just an instant to spill Ami out over the ground. Not even the time it took to blink. It was all there, coiled in her wrists and in her forearms and in her mind. But Ami was playing her own game. Patting and...

She shrugged. "Cut my hair, buy a hat, move to a different state." If that was flippant, the entire scene was nothing short of surreal. Days ago she couldn't have imagined holding the conversation she was in the middle of. Days before that, the entire setup wasn't even a moment's imagining...

Ami just... languished. Again Katarina thought of all the ways she'd supposed their eventual meeting, if it happened at all, would resemble something more like a scene from an action movie. Running, screaming, slashing, shooting, blood and broken glass and shattered dreams. It was a hard vision to s...