( she spends an inordinate amount of time that afternoon cycling through her closet, changing into outfit after outfit, and annoying clary to the point of thrown pillows with inquiries on her opinion. really, it doesn't matter what she wears. kimberly's at least sixty percent certain she could show up in a literal burlap sack and baby wouldn't bat an eye, but she wants to look nice. hence the disaster zone formerly known as her bedroom.
at ten to eight, clary practically shoves her out of the apartment, promises that whatever she's wearing — short-cuffed black boots, a soft black dress, and a jean jacket with sleeves rolled up — will be fine, just go. so she goes. she's not really given much choice in the matter, but kimberly goes. thankfully, the residential buildings in the welcome complex are fairly close together, so it's barely past eight by the time she buzzes in through the lobby.
she's on the list. three times over, by now, at least. the security guard looks bemused to see her, but thankfully doesn't make any overt commentary; instead, he opts to wave her in the direction of the now-familiar stairs leading up to the first residential floor. it's a little like deja vu as she stands in front of the doors. baby's door, the eastern unit, stands opposite of robbie's with his silver mechanic's kickplate; it's cater-cornered from dean's, too, and a room that she's pretty sure is still vacant. never let it be said that kimberly hart doesn't have a Type.
a few raps on the door signal her arrival, along with a called out, ) Hello?
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at ten to eight, clary practically shoves her out of the apartment, promises that whatever she's wearing — short-cuffed black boots, a soft black dress, and a jean jacket with sleeves rolled up — will be fine, just go. so she goes. she's not really given much choice in the matter, but kimberly goes. thankfully, the residential buildings in the welcome complex are fairly close together, so it's barely past eight by the time she buzzes in through the lobby.
she's on the list. three times over, by now, at least. the security guard looks bemused to see her, but thankfully doesn't make any overt commentary; instead, he opts to wave her in the direction of the now-familiar stairs leading up to the first residential floor. it's a little like deja vu as she stands in front of the doors. baby's door, the eastern unit, stands opposite of robbie's with his silver mechanic's kickplate; it's cater-cornered from dean's, too, and a room that she's pretty sure is still vacant. never let it be said that kimberly hart doesn't have a Type.
a few raps on the door signal her arrival, along with a called out, ) Hello?