//tw for drinking, panicked thoughts, uhh and probably the usual stuff with Cat like violence and death but I don't fully know where their mind is gonna go yet so that's fun
Susie's visit had fucked them up. They had kept calm through the whole thing, through the aftermath and Molly's interrogation. Everything was fine. There was nothing to worry about. She'd go home, and that would be the end of it.
Everything was fine. They were fine. She was an old friend with some unresolved issues. That's all. They kept saying the words, figuring if they said them enough, they'd start to believe it.
They didn't. The more they thought about it, the more they didn't believe it. Of course rumors about them were going to spread, they were the new big bad boss of the Badlands, word like that didn't stay quiet for long, and certainly not in a place like that. People passed through there spinning all sorts of tales, and the locals didn't exactly keep their lips locked.
But why had they? Surely if their whereabouts had made it back to Mourningstar, someone would have come after them by now, right? Susie said Louie was still in there drinking. Cat knew him, knew he was a brainwashed idiot that would have surely told his father, assuming Derick was still running things. And really, what else was Derick going to do? Maybe their final words to their almost-brother had been enough to make him see sense. They sure hoped so. But that was another thing they didn't believe.
It wouldn't be long before Derick or Louie or Gerald or any number of people from the cult came trying to find them. Susie had been pushy, but the people of Mourningstar wouldn't take no for an answer. Maybe they'd try to kidnap them. Pluck them from the border on one of their patrols, or break into their house and steal them from their bed. It was all too easy to imagine what they might do.
Fugging hell. They needed a drink.
They'd had the alcohol Vinny gave them brought to the casino and put up in the bar; part of them was a bit surprised to see that it was still there, if perhaps a little depleted. As lawless as these people were, at least they had the good sense not to steal from the goddamn casino. They poured themself a drink and sat down at the bar, and it wasn't too long before they had poured several drinks and now had their arms propped up on the counter, their head in the hands.
"Fugging hell. This was a mistake."What had they been thinking? Why did they think this would help? Maybe it had been too long since their last drink to remember what it did to them, but there was a goddamn reason for that. Now their mind was wandering all over the place, going to even darker places than it had sober. But even if it didn't make them a paranoid mess, it still brought their mind back around to
her.
They'd met her in the bar, after all. It's where she worked, it's where they had their first drink and she was the one that had served it to them. That bar was where she'd tell Louie, maybe even Derick himself, where Catalyst was. She'd tell him that she'd seen them here with her own eyes, that all the rumors about them were true. And then Derick or his son or whoever else would come find them, and they wouldn't leave them alone until they were back in their twisted temple.
And who knows what other enemies they had that might decide to make an appearance.
Fug.
Fuck.
They groaned and rubbed their eyes.
"It all was. One after another." Their glass was still half full of some amber liquid; they might have spent a great deal of time in a bar as a teenager, but it was all homemade moonshine. They never bothered learning all the different types of alcohol and the names and the brands - why the hell would they? They despised this stuff. And now they remembered why.
They pushed the glass, nudging it a couple inches, then they practically hit it, sending it sailing over the counter, where it crashed below.
"Idiot." They grumbled to themself.
"Fuggin' drunk arse idiot." They had but one sober thought: they didn't want to go home and face Molly like this. They were ashamed enough as it was.
//guys this is Cat at Peak Physical and Mental Condition can't you tell
Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 02/08/19 show GENERAL welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
⇥ Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
⇥ Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues
RECENT EVENTS done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 02/07/39 ⇥ Reunited with Susie
⇥ 02/05/38 ⇥ Started their revenge on Jeremy
⇥ 02/04/39 ⇥ Kissed Gavril
⇥ 02/04/39 ⇥ Returned from Flintlock
⇥ 01/27/39 ⇥ Visited Flintlock Lodge
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Reunited with their mother
⇥ 01/21/39 ⇥ Fought off Paige's attackers
APPEARANCE dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.
PERSONALITY if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.
RELATIONS dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Single ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close
INTERACTION i'm taking back the c r o w n
⇥ Hard physically ⇥ Hard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
⇥ Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it