[CENTER][color=lightpink][h1][b]K I M  B E V E R I D G E[/b][/h1][/color]
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[sub][b][color=ff4500]Location |[/color][/b] Misfits meeting place
[b][color=ff4500]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Emi [@NeoAC], Val [@Dirty Pretty Lies], Nate [@spooner], Sami [@BrutalBx][/sub]
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[color=lightpink]Huh. They'd actually gotten an explanation. Granted, the details were a little skimmed over - okay, a lot - but it was better than the usual spiel of nothing. Jules didn't seem to think so, though. Kim watched as he stomped away in a fit of anger.

She sat down by the picnic table, sucking idly on her straw. It was probably a good time to start moving her stuff into the RV, but it was also probably, in all likelihood, their last time here together. The waves she'd surfed (or tried to) with Val, the silence she'd shared with Sami, the walks with Jules, the games with Emi and Nate - they'd all happened here. Of course they'd been to plenty of other places together, but this was [i]theirs[/i]. This was the sanctuary they shared when they needed a home away from home. It was the place where they had first gathered as a motley crew of misfits. And now? They were [i]the[/i] Misfits. (To be honest, Kim wasn't sure why the capitalisation meant that others held a little more regard for their label. High school politics was weird.)

'[b]You know, all drama aside[/b],' she said, to no one in particular, '[b]I'm really gonna miss this place.[/b]'

A minute later saw Jules coming back, mollified but still upset, and Kim drummed her fingers on the wooden tabletop as he stormed into the RV.

She stood up, sauntering towards her belongings. '[b]Guess it's time to hit the road. I call dibs on the bottom bunk bed![/b]' She glanced at Val on the way, smirking. '[b]Might wanna change soon, Val.[/b]'[/color]