<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/KaterinaSouls.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Katerina "Kat" Souls (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Jerome Manson<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Welcome Center Store --- Hall<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 4th, before noon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638 (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=136978638)<br/><hr/><br/>Once again Katerina Souls could not find her best friend anywhere. It had been a constant thing in the last few days that they had been on the island and despite the fact that they were on the island for her birthday, as a gift to her, her best friend had gone out to exercise for longer periods of time than Katerina was used to her doing. She knew that her best friend loved the fresh air, and she had admitted the island was getting to her the night before when she crashed before going dancing with Katerina, but she was very confused by the meaning behind those words.<br/><br/>So after some breakfast she had decided that she was going to enjoy some time on her own. She had sprayed herself with sunblock, head to toe, and pulled on her favorite bathing suit with a simple ensemble to cover it on top. After a small breakfast she hummed as she half danced down the stairs towards the welcome center where she planned to pursue around the gift shop for a little while. Which is exactly what she did, for almost two hours straight, okay maybe she was a little more than bored on her own at this point but what else was she supposed to do?<br/><br/>She was not used to being alone, but since her recent divorce that is all she seemed to ever be, alone. Her husband, whom had been cheating on her for long then she cared to know, had finally decided he was done. Done as in, he had wanted to move in with the woman he had gone and gotten knocked up. She was devastated, and for the last four months as the divorce progressed she had nothing left except her career, her apartment, and his last name. The last being something she would not be able to get rid of until he signed the final papers saying he was happy taking the house, cars, and everything else they had shared for the last six years.<br/><br/>Finally, her thoughts having plagued her enough she decided she was done in the shop and purchased a cute nighty she had spotted in the back of the store. She had always liked to wear night dressed to bed, but it seemed she realized now he had not noticed them for a long time. She almost turned around to return it when she was walking out the door, but instead she accidently bumped into someone as she was not truly paying any attention to where she was going.<br/><br/>She stumbled a little bit, but with the grace of a woman whom knew dancing she caught herself before stumbling into anything else, especially something valuable. “I am so sorry…” she started to stumble out as she turned to grab the bag she had dropped in her disaster walk, the white with blue accent garment sliding against the floor, before she stopped and stared up at the man whom she had just walked into.<br/><br/>“Jerome Manson?” She asked her blue eyes that accented so nicely against her light skin and dark locks were shocked as she stood up straight immediately. Her thoughts flying around her as she stared at the icon in front of her, a man she knew greatly from rumors and even from dancing backup before. She was stunned into immediate silence, her tongue feeling like it was caught in her throat. Memories slipping through her mind and a warning sign flaring as she realized the well-known dancing star / womanizer whom stood in front of her now. He looked like he had just arrived at the resort, and with water sticking his shirt to him she thought, not for the first time, what an amazing dancer he was. She only wished she was as good as him, but that was a thought she quickly had to toss away as she realized her bag was on the floor and she scrambled to go pick it up quickly.<br/>