This week, we're character building for WoW, which suits me perfectly. I was kind of itching to describe my main character, Kate, a little better - but hadn't found a way to do that yet. I love that the prompts each week are giving my story direction!
This week, the words just flowed the first five minutes. Absolutely poured out! As suggested by Gill this week, I abandoned the five minutes and gave myself another five. Then added about another couple of minute's worth to give Kate's character a pretty good rundown. ;) Her BFF Cassie also gets more of a basis to her character in the process. Bonus.
As always, I'm following on this story from my first week's piece for WoW. You can find all the links to the story so far here.
Anyway, without further ado, here's this week's contribution for WoW.
* * * * *Kate
Kate stood on Carrington Street outside the entrance to Wynyard Station, waiting for Cassie. She shifted uncomfortably in her new, high-heeled black shoes that her friend had convinced her to purchase the previous weekend, and silently cursed her. They were not her usual style. Kate preferred ballet flats or low heels. Sensible shoes, she called them. Boring as bat-shit and a fashion disaster, Cassie referred to them instead.
Kate had almost fallen over when she noticed the price tag: $329.00. Far more than she would normally spend. However, Cassie had insisted she make the purchase. “Kate, your calf muscles look a-ma-zing. You have to buy them!” she'd said. The fourteen-year old shop assistant (at least, she looked that age to Kate) had bobbed her platinum head up and down in agreement. “Hot,” she’d simply contributed to the conversation. Great, Kate had thought, I’ve now got a Paris Hilton wannabe giving me fashion advice.
Kate winced at the memory of handing over her credit card. Although she had been raised in a fairly financially comfortable home in Mosman on the lower north shore, her parents – especially her father – had always taught her the importance of frugality. It was that knowledge, coupled with her accounting background, which had allowed her to save the money towards purchasing her small apartment in Neutral Bay - just weeks before her thirtieth birthday.
Kate looked towards the escalator waiting for the familiar sight of her friend’s shoulder-length blonde curls to come bouncing up the stairs. Inevitably, Cassie would soon appear, run towards Kate and breathlessly apologise for her tardiness. Again.
Kate smiled to herself. How she and Cassie had remained best friends over the years sometimes amazed her. They were such polar opposites.
Cassie was bubbly, confident, daring and carefree. After high school finished, she’d refused to head to university with the rest of them, and had taken off to Europe instead with her deadbeat boyfriend, Alex. Dumping him in Paris just one week after their arrival, she’d traveled through Europe, making many friends (and some lovers) along the way, before returning home two years later after a stint in London. She now worked as a secretary for a small funds management company. “I can walk out at the end of the day and switch off. Just like that!” she’d say with a click of her fingers.
Kate, on the other hand, had started university as Cassie’s plane had taken off from Sydney Airport. Immediately after her graduation three years later, she had secured a job with a major bank on Pitt Street. Although she had moved firms three times since, she now held an executive role in the Debt Markets Division of a large merchant bank.
Whilst Cassie constantly craved the unknown and surprise, Kate – more quiet, reserved and sensible by nature - craved stability and predictability.
Kate glanced at her watch. It was now seven fifty-five. Cassie was already ten minutes late for their regular Friday morning catch up before work. She sighed and walked to the nearby newsagency adjacent to the top of the escalator. Princess-to-be, Kate Middleton, was on almost every gossip magazine cover. Some had likened Kate herself to Prince William’s fiancée. Not just her namesake, they both had long, brown hair, dimples and a perfect smile. Kate’s was attributed to her father – a successful, highly sought after dentist. Her eyes were not like Kate Middleton’s brown, sometimes almost blue eyes though. Instead, hers were a light, caramel colour. Which suited her just fine. She had no interest in standing out in any way.
Kate looked down at her black Country Road jacket and skirt (purchased on sale) and smoothed it with her hands. Also unlike her English counterpart, she was not a size six (or was it size four?), but an average size ten, and she liked it that way. She wished she could fill a push-up bra better than she did – like Cassie could (and then some) – but she was fairly satisfied with her body. Besides, Nick had never seemed to mind.
No more thoughts of Nick, she reminded herself, and as if to confirm this, Cassie arrived – her golden locks tied back in a crude, short ponytail; her dark Jackie Kennedy Onassis inspired sunglasses covering her blue eyes. Hungover, Kate thought, and smiled.
“I know, I know…I’m late,” Cassie admitted, walking towards her friend and leaning up on her tippy toes to plant a haste kiss on Kate's cheek. “I just couldn’t get up this morning. Could. Not. So bite me.” She then looked down at Kate's feet, and pushed her sunglasses up to her forehead. "Oooh...you're wearing them! Niiice," she said, winking approvingly at Kate before lowering her glasses again.
Kate laughed, then she and Cassie linked arms and walked towards Martin Place for their regular Friday breakfast; the Sydney summer morning sunshine beating down on their faces.
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