Post by KC Evania Patterson on Jun 2, 2011 12:25:37 GMT -5
She should have known it wasn’t going to be a good day from the moment she managed to get herself to the kitchen. There was no mug filled and waiting for her. She was the oldest of the three but she was treated like the youngest. KC and Emerson should have been born opposite. Emerson was the one that knew everything and Tabs was the one with the plans. KC was a bit of a flake. The girls’ parents loved KC as much as the other two, but their mother didn’t have as high of hopes for her; their father was a different story. He believed his girl would go far in whatever she chose to do; she was the daddy’s girl of the three. She’d had so many hobbies and interests back in Phoenix that her mother didn’t know which one she was on each week, while her father took her to every lesson. It wasn’t as if KC was unaware of her mother’s thoughts towards her eldest, she knew but she chose to ignore it all since she was driven, even if she couldn’t see it. KC may have had tons of hobbies growing up, but she went to each and every class until the sessions were over retook quite a few of them each year; she saw them all through.
Her sisters always understood though, so to have them gone, or worse, not even up yet, there was a problem. KC wasn’t incapable of doing these things herself; it was just that her sisters wanted to talk to a coherent sister when they made plans first thing in the morning. Of the three of them, KC was the least happy in the morning. She was fine and happy after that first cup of Joe but before then, it was best for all involved if no one spoke to her. Sighing unhappily, KC grabbed a mug from its frosted glass front stainless steel cupboard, filled it practically to the rim and doctored the java to her liking. Then, she turned around, leaned against the counter and took a big gulp of the still scalding hot liquid, scorching her tongue in the process. She let a few delightfully graphic words slip past her lips afterward, but still continued to drink. It took five minutes to finish the dark drink and open her eyes. That’s when she saw the note on the little island, propped up against the chrome finish salt and pepper shakers. KC snatched it up and read it through, twice.
She was right, it wasn’t going to be a good day; her parents were in town and staying at the Ritz or something, Tab’s handwriting wasn’t the best to decipher. The note even included instructions for that evening when the triplets would join their parents for dinner and drinks at the hotel. She would have to go shopping for something her mother would deem appropriate and her father would say came straight from the “Kase Collection”. Something cute, flirty, a little daring maybe… Thinking about it, KC rinsed her mug out and set it in the sink to be washed later, before returning to her room. Forty minutes later, KC was showered, dressed and ready to hit the streets of New York looking for the perfect look. Keys in hand, Kayd locked the door behind her and raced down the stairs; she had no patience to wait for the rickety elevator. She raced out into the cool, refreshing air and headed down the street in search of some little stores and boutiques. She had money to go to the Fifth Avenue’s overpriced stores, but she liked to be original and you couldn’t be original in a store that mass produced its product.
There was a shop a couple blocks away from the apartment that only sold one of a kind clothing; it cost a bit more, but it was well worth the price on the discreet little tags safety pinned into the clothing. Within two hours, she was in and out of the store, with two bags of new clothes and a special outfit for that night. She knew she had to go to a couple more places for shoes and accessories for the evening, but that part of her spree could wait until she achieved more coffee and maybe something to eat since she’d forgotten all about breakfast and it was already twenty minutes past noon! First, she’d stop off somewhere and get that coffee and food and then she’d continue on her way. She knew her mother wasn’t going to be pleased with her choice for the evening. And even though KC had initially wanted to have her mother’s approval, once she’d seen that dress, she knew there was no way that was going to happen. She’d long ago forgotten to care about her mother’s approval of her clothing style. She wasn’t Emmy nor was she Tabs, and neither of them exactly had the style of a nun either; which had always confused KC.
Was it just because she wasn’t afraid to be outlandish that her mother didn’t approve, while her sisters could dress up in the slinkiest of outfits to go dancing and her mother approved? Or was it that Kayd chose to wear bright colours and wasn’t afraid to mix and match? It wasn’t as though the three were all that different really. They all had their quirks, only KC, to her mother, was a bit of a flake. It had stopped bothering Kaydence a really long time ago, so all this wondering didn’t actually bother her. But one day, she would confront her mother about it. Her father just said that her mother was an odd duck and that KC shouldn't think anything of it because her mother loved her dearly and just wanted the best for her in the end. Shaking her head, and forcing that train of thought completely out of her mind, KC pulled open the door to a cute little café a block away from her workplace, The Whitney, and took a seat at a small table by the window to watch the busy streets of New York speed on without her as she ordered a coffee and a slice of their apple pie. She didn't actually mind eating alone, it gave her time to think. When she was finished, KC tossed some bills on the table, enough for the tab and a healthy tip. She gathered her bags from the floor and continued down the street, coming up the the Whitney. She loved that place, and it had taken four interviews to get the tour guide gig that she'd snagged. Inside, KC slipped into the staff lounge and put her bags away then left again to walk around her favourite place. She knew she had things to do, but it could wait.
( TAG ) Open
( WORDS ) 1145
( LOCATION ) The Whitney.
( CLOTHES ) Just a little art,
( LYRICS ) Nicest Thing,, Kate Nash
( NOTES ) <3 <3 <3[/SIZE]
