Southern Bell

[Katerina Teresi]

((OOC: This be non journal solo RP. Some of it will be her dreams, some of it will be just bits I feel like writing about her past. It could be very random and not be organized at all. None of this is what she remembers. Dreams will be depicted in italics))

The sun was rising outside. No, from the depths of the Catacombs she could not see it, but she could feel the effect it had on her. Moving to find a safer place, she found a wall she could sleep behind. Not that it mattered. Nearly all of the beings down here would soon fall victim to the sleep inducing spell of the sun. She was tired, and soon, her teal eyes were closed.

"Yes, Daddy. I will. And give Momma my love. I will try to visit soon", her voice spoke before she blew a kiss in to the phone and hung up. Talking to her parents back home always made her happy. She may be a grown, married woman, but she would always be a daddy's girl. Turning to set the phone back on the receiver, she noticed a glass half full of whiskey setting on the phone table. Then she noticed a figure in her peripheral vision. "Oh, Nathan. You startled me.", she said after she jumped slightly. "Making plans to leave, Katerina?" he asked. He was drunk, again, but still he picked up the glass and put it to his lips. "Maybe, just for a weekend. I need to see my family, you know my grandmother has been unwe--" she was cut off as he slammed the glass on the table, shattering it. "We've talked about this. I don't trust you going that far" he shouted. She winced at his voice raising. "Its just to see family, I swear. And only for a few days. You can come too if you wish" she offered. Her daddy didn't like him anymore though. So it would be high tensions in that house. "You're stupid if you think I would put myself in the safe house as your dick of a father." Thats when she made the mistake of standing taller. "Don't you DARE talk about my father like that. I'm his daughter. He is only trying to protect me". Her valor earn her a strike to the jaw and she stagger backwards, spitting blood from her lip. "You will not speak to me like that. I am the man of this house and I will damn well say what I wish. You don't need protecting, you need to shut your mouth and go clean yourself up." A glance to the clock on the wall told her she only had 30 minutes before she had to head downstairs and welcome the party guests. Being the wife of a politician meant she always had to look her best and be ready to greet those that wished to suck up to her husband. So off to her bathroom she went, refusing to cry. That would only mean more makeup she would have to touch up.