[center][h1][color=gray] Katsuya Bogdani [/color] [/h1]
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[u][b]Location: [/b][/u] Her Car, Outside Main Hall
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Her own delusions and Jessica Wilson (to an extent)[@Undine][/center]

Kat’s antiqued [url=http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bSKFj0n2FuY/Ua9FOG9Ny-I/AAAAAAANBVg/XW4C470t82U/s1600/Lada-eBay-10%25255B2%25255D.jpg]1980 Lada VAZ-2101[/url] came sauntering down the road towards Camp Liberty it utilitarian frame and mustard yellow paint job a stark contrast to the flashy sports cars that seemed to populate this neck of the woods. A product of the now defunct Soviet Union the Lada is as bad as the Cold War propaganda depicted it, for examples some of the car’s more stellar features included outdated technology (even by eighties ‘ standards), poor gas mileage, and it literally handled like a tank; however, Kat admired the car as failure as it tried so hard to be a Fiat and it spectacularly missed the mark…even failures can be beautiful.  As the fruit of  the communist automotive industry barely managed to navigate the curvy road Kat could not help reflecting on her long journey getting here from the worst city in America (colloquially known as Pittsburg) and realized that she only got lost a total of seventy-seven times.
 
[color=66CDAA] “Drat, I have to try and do better next time as I am nowhere near beating my record. Ugh, and to make matters worse I only crossed over the Canadian border two times in the span of this trip. Oh, the humanity! Am I losing my touch?”[/color]

Kat briefly ceases prattling to herself in order to check her knockoff iPhone 6’s built-in clock as surprise the Lada does not possess a digital clock of its own.
  
[color=66CDAA] “I am this close to arriving on time…this is truly is a tragedy of unprecedented proportions, so don’t cry for me Argentina as the truth is I never left you or something like that; I am not really a fan of Madonna movies as despite her looks acting never has really fallen under her particular oeuvre, but I digress. Speaking of beautiful things I wonder if Jessie will be here…umm…no wait, what I meant to say was that I hope that registration was just a fluke and the princess could not attend Camp Liberty this summer because dealing with someone who is pretty… stuck up will be so unbearable my poor heart will explode in ecstasy...disappointed ecstasy that is. I am totally not crushing because contrary to popular belief this is just how a rivalry is supposed to feel. Yup it is perfectly naturally to want to your rival to whisper sweet nothings your ear…err…moving right along would take a look at this forest it sure is natural. Just a big dumb forest nothing scenic or romantic about it whatsoever."[/color]

Was it getting hot in here all of a sudden, had the Lada caught fire again or was it just the heat of the moment overtaking her frail form?  There were so many questions and what seemed like a deliberate shortage of answers.  Kat was overjoyed to finally find the parking lot, so she could finally leave these conflicting feelings far behind.  She breathed an audible sigh of relief as she exited the vehicle and took in the grandiosity of Main Hall. A perfectly sensible person in the situation would probably use this time to find their team’s particular cabin, unpack, then get accumulated to the area before grabbing a bite to eat; however, Kat was far from being a sensible person choosing instead to follow whatever happened to grab her fancy at the moment and at this particular moment that would be blueberry pancakes coated in a thick layer of maple syrup.  For a brief second Kat pondered if the dining hall would be serving one of her favorite meals at this hour, but she shrugged it off as any food was better than no food at all. Anyways the dining hall would give her the perfect opportunity to inflict herself upon others in order to challenge their preconceived ideologies; so many of her fellow campers were in dire need of her expertise on subjects she knew next to nothing about and it was glorious.  It was like they were crying out to her, crying out for her to save them from the tedium of what could loosely be labeled as society or perhaps they were crying out for Kat to move as she suddenly realized that she had silently been regarding the Main Hall for a good minute now.

Hark, in her peripheral vison Kat observed an angelic figure tenderly approaching the Main Hall and it was obvious by the graceful way she moved it was Jessie. Oh how she was blessed…with bad luck because Kat would be seeing her this self-centered bimbo almost every day…she would be seeing her every day and it would be absolutely dreadful if on some of those days Jessie would be clad in clothes that perfectly complemented her beautiful figure. Egad nothing would be more self-centered then the aforementioned, yet then again nothing would be more right. Kat subconsciously bit her bottom lip thoroughly enjoying the mental images she conjured up and once again becoming unaware of the world around her.