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;; Jean
31/10/24

It was his birthday today. Everytime he thought about birthdays he thought how happy it made people. It only made him upset that it's brought everything except happiness to him. It made Jean feel more alone as every year passed.

Joyeux anniversaire à moi

He thought to himself as he looked in the review mirror of his car before heading into the Luxe nightclub. The one thing he could always count on for his birthday was sweets, booze, and drugs since he was almost out. When he walked into the party you know what he got? Sweets,booze, and drugs. Heaven.

He thought I'd he could just distract himself enough from his stressful life he could finally have fun, at least for one day. His blue eyes had set on a black haired man in a pirate costume leaning on the wall. No harm in talking, right? Plus why should I worry? That asshole Merrick shouldn't be the last thing on my mind. Stupid prick..

"You're out here by yourself looking like that? It's a crime " the other boy said admittedly. Jean didn't mind closing the gap after that, his body close to the others. "We should fix that, no?" Jean smiled, offering a cigarette. The man took it, giving Jean's ass a squeeze. Hes forward..i like that..Jean could help, but bit his lip at the touch of something. Anything. Anything to get that tattooed idiot as far away from his mind as possible. Little did he know that a certain someone was watching.







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What on earth had just happened- This was what Mei thought as she stared at the group chat, she had been dragged into unwittingly. A continuation of what once was a silly ghost hunting squad from when she had been sixteen. Yet now there were new faces, and new plans. They seem to have moved from the paranormal to the extraterrestrial. Mei was more interested in the things she could see and feel on her own planet. Still, unlike her at sixteen, Mei had joined in on this chat. For as long as she could. Long enough to make a new acquaintance, it seemed. She had struck up a little side chat with a boy named Oliver. He had caught her interest because of both the way he spoke and the intensity at which he conveyed his interest in certain topics.

She was grateful to be meeting up with him now… for a second she thought she might have ruined it when she’d carelessly spoken her mind. ‘We are both Autistic… aren’t we?” She had asked him. The feeling of dread as she processed what she had sent a second to late had been heavy. But, luckily, after a bit of clarifying, it strengthened their connection. Tavon was either job hunting, or something else today. She wasn’t quite sure. Although they loved one another dearly, they did both appreciate their independence occasionally.

Still, facing the streets of Vegas on Halloween, even this early in the afternoon, made her wish for her safe person. But she had made it anyway. In her ears was the soft tones of Damien Rice, but she hit pause when she arrived at the library doors. As soon as she entered, she felt a little better. It wasn’t very busy today, why would it be. But it was a big city, so it was never going to be empty. It was cozy in here, and the temperature was perfect. She would probably make this her little spot in the big city.

She looked down at the little black satchel she carried on her shoulder. Inside she had put a bit of everything. Batteries of all kinds, little screwdrivers and Allen keys, some print outs of old manuals for troubleshooting 80s and 90s tape recorders, a cleaning cloth, cotton swabs, isopropyl alcohol and whatever cleaning spray she could find, which in this case was glass cleaner. This was because she had given herself a task! Doing or making something for someone was probably one of the things she most enjoyed. Tavon could attest to that. He had a permanent draw in his desk probably dedicated to all her trinkets she’d gifted him over the years.

Her brown eyes scanned the library, and then she spotted a boy that looked like the profile picture she’d seen. Mei’s eyes brightened as she strode over to where Oliver was. “Oliver, hello!” She called out “It’s nice to see you in person!”







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By the time Mei found Oliver, he'd been at the library for six hours and twenty-seven minutes, hunched over a small stack of textbooks on one of the study tables.
It wasn't unusual for him to be lingering in here most weekdays, drifting through the bookshelves like a nerdy ghost. This was the first time he'd ever invited someone to join him, though, and for a moment it almost seemed as if he'd forgotten all about the agreement to meet: he flinched sharply as soon as he heard his name, jolting upright from the shoulders to come face-to-face with the small young woman in front of him.
He said nothing for an uncomfortably long time, staring blankly. With his heavy dark hair no longer falling over his eyes, his stricken expression was now more visible than he seemed to realize. After five more long seconds of awkward silence, his face finally remembered how to tilt into a smile, one that would've been charming if not for the nervous twitching of his lower eyelids. It wasn't until the girl's second set of words, “It’s nice to see you in person!”, that he finally recognized who it was who had approached him. Yes, he knew who this was: Mei, a fellow member of Las Vegas' impromptu paranormal investigative bureau. They'd shared a brief exchange online... apparently she knew how to fix the decrepit and barely-functional 1998 sound recorder that the group had been relying on.

He couldn't bring himself to say it, but he was actually very happy and relieved to be finally meeting Mei in person. It wasn't all the time that someone so clearly shared his eccentric perspective on life. Her passion for birds, especially the Columbidae family, seemed to perfectly match his lifelong turtle obsession. Between the two of them, they could probably share half the world's knowledge of modern cladistic reptiles. He had an entire notebook of taxonomic questions to share with her, but sadly they weren't here to swap special interest monologues-- there was more pressing business to be done in the library today.
Wordlessly, Oliver dove into his tattered school bag and pulled out the dusty device, sliding it across the wooden library table to Mei.

"I think that it's probably broken." He spoke in a low, dry whisper that somehow still sounded a little too loud for the library as the edges of his words crackled and blurred together... it was quite evident that he was trying very hard not to stutter or lisp. "The... the tape was kind of falling out, so we had to crack it open, but then it didn't really close, and I think Wil said to maybe just take the antennae and..." He tried to demonstrate something by tilting the recorder onto its side, only for several pieces to fall off and clatter loudly onto the table, which startled Oliver into a sharp hiss through his teeth. "Tsch! Sorry!"
Several nearby library patrons turned their heads to shoot disapproving looks at the pair. Oliver didn't seem to notice.

"...Anyway, sorry about the... I thought that maybe you could... you said you had the ability t-to... right. Yes. That." As his speech quickened, he was slipping up on his consonants more and more. He reached back across the table to try to organize the fallen bits of machinery. As he did so, the sleeve of his sweatshirt slid an inch up his wrist... from the side of his palm all the way up to the hem of the sleeve, patches of his paper-white skin looked mottled with friction burns and small red abrasions. "Where did you learn how to fix sound equipment? I was trying to find a book, but..."







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;; Kiera
Halloween was one of Kiera's favorite days of the year. Parties, super hot costumes, getting super wasted and not being judged for it? Sign her up. Excitement buzzed through her mind as she went about her day. It was going to be a beautiful night.

But, as time went on, plans changed and her excitement turned into something else. Initially, the plan was she would meet up with Rex and some friends at a bar. But, a few hours before, Dex texted the the babysitter he'd gotten for Juniper had bailed, leaving him stuck at home. He told her to just go out and enjoy the night with her friends, and she had intended to do just that. But thinking about spending the night away from Dex made her feel odd. At first she thought she was getting sick or something, she just wasn't used to the feeling. But, she missed him. It had been a few days since they'd seen each other and she was really looking forward to spending time with him tonight.

Kiera sat in her car, all dressed up for tonight's Halloween festivities, trying to get herself to just go to the bar and be with her friends. This wasn't like her at all, she wasn't the sort of girl who gave up a wild night on the town for some guy. But for Dex, maybe she was? It was all so confusing to her, but for some reason she felt drawn towards just staying in with him.

She sighed and picked up her phone, texting her friends that she wasn't going to make it tonight. Making her way through the Halloween traffic to Dex's place, she felt herself growing anxious. Would it seem desperate she was just showing up at his place? Should she have texted beforehand? Was he changing her? All things she did not want her mind to linger on, but she couldn't seem to get rid of the thoughts.

Finally, she was at his doorstep. Kiera took a deep breath and knocked on the door, putting a slightly shy smile on her face as Dex opened the door. "Trick or treat?" She laughed, trying to sound as confident as she possibly could.
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he dimly lit bar was empty aside from the bartender and the hunched figure of Jackson Crowe, nursing a glass of whiskey, his icy blue eyes cast downwards at the polished wooden bar at which he rested. His expression was vaguely annoyed. He recalled being told off last time for drinking too heavily before an important fight. Kaz had the audacity to tell him he seemed ‘sloppy’, despite the fact that after four short rounds he’d managed to knock the big loser they’d had him fight for six.

“You were meant to get him in the first three rounds”

Psh..What does he know about boxing anyway? He’d like to see the guy in the ring. But, being who they were, they had no need for fists when they had firearms. Jackie had been made aware several times that he was fully under their control. He was truly stuck in a pit. But it was a pit he was intimately familiar with by now. He was good at what he did, they paid him for his trouble- albeit far less than what they stood to make off of his blood, sweat and tears. But if it meant he could afford to stay housed, fed and sufficiently numbed from the feelings he would rather not feel, he didn’t care. He didn’t care much… about anything that was said or done to him these days. He figured he’d die young… either by misadventure as they like to put it in the news whenever there was booze or drugs involved… or perhaps they’d finally give him the fight that would end it all.

Jackie took his last sip of his whiskey, savoring it before setting the glass down and pushing the glass towards the barkeep “One more can’t hurt. The same.” He said casually, waiting for his boss to walk through the door and give him a disapproving look. The door opened and Jackie looked up, wondering if he’d just summoned him somehow. But no, it was a couple of still bleeding men coming in to drink after their fight. One of the armature matches. These men still thought they had a choice… or they were reaching for fame and glory, he could see it in their boisterous, unbothered expressions. As the door opened the bar came alive with the sound of the roaring crowd from the ring that was a few rooms away from the private bar.

Disinterested, Jackie turned away from them. He wondered if Shia would ever show at one of these things. He hoped not. As much as he liked to tell himself he was no one’s friend, he liked the woman. She was kind to him without trying to pry too much into his life. He generally tried to keep her at arm’s length, yet he found himself at her place more often than his own sometimes. Why she put up with it was a mystery to him. Then there was Knox, a recent acquaintance turned training partner. They’d struck up a sort of mutual respect for one another, since they often sparred at his father’s boxing gym.

Perhaps I’m allowing myself too many weaknesses

The thought made his expression harden somewhat. His very human need for connection sometimes broke through his careful standoffishness. But relationships could so easily be used against him in the world he’d found himself involved in. And who was he to think he deserved any of it anyway. Trying to banish the distracting train of thought and get his head back in the game, he took a large swig from his now full glass. He had a major fight later that evening that he couldn’t fuck up.
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Sora right it was just another boring night of Halloween. Kids running around and teens getting drunk. It wasn't particularly his favorite holiday, but certain things made up for it. Seeing the costumes, especially from someone who is attractive..well you get the point. It was all supposed to be peaceful and quiet and yet there he was stalking a house.



Now if it wasn't for his job then he wouldn't look like a creep, but Sora liked to think of himself as Batmans helper. That's the only term he could ever come up with at least close enough to what he was thinking. Weeks ago he got a tip that there was another witness to a cold case he'd been doing. It seemed like they really didn't want to be found, but Sora knew the right people to ask, the right buttons to push. All he needed was time and that's what brought him here on Halloween.





As Sora was waiting for the guy to come back he pulled out his phone to text Sulan. He felt as though the past two weeks has had to distance himself. Half of it would be because of his job and the other would be because of trauma. What if she got too close? She wouldn't even want to look his way after. He figured it would be fine, but it was proving to be difficult. He found himself thinking about her constantly and even moreso now that he wasn't communicating with her. He couldn't help that his face relaxed when she replied to his messages, having fun at a party.



If I was there. If only I could be there.. he thought as he got more distracted.



Unfortunately, for Sora he ended up having a rough rest of the night. It seemed like even when Sora went up nicely to the guy to inquire about the case he freaked out. After some yelling and the other said things like "don't bring that mess here" and "why can't you people just leave me alone?" Sora told him. That he would have to take him in for questioning because he obviously has been holding something from the police. Probably some valuable information, but Sora couldn't take the chance of him running off again. He knew that apprehending him wsnt going to be that simple, but what he wasn't expecting was the lunatic to headbutt him while trying to put the damn cuffs on the man. He wasn't expecting to get into a fist fight with him either, but there they were on his porch. It didn't take long for things to get more out of hand. A bottle that Sora didn't calculate was sitting right on the windowsill. If he would've saw it first he could've dealt with the situation. However, Sora didn't see it, that man did. One second they were both trying to overpower each other and the next Sora had a broken bottle to his side. He could feel the warm crimson,but he couldn't fall short now. The man was pushing Sora on the wooden porch railing. He felt like his ribs were caving in and about to break.



"Sorry" Sora exclaimed as he grabbed the man with full force and hit his head against wall. It was enough to make the man unconscious and Sora finally got to steady himself. He cuffed him to the porch and started to walk away. He needed to make some calls. It was only when he started to feel dizzy and in pain did he realize the damage that had been done. "Fuck.." he hissed out. Luckily for him his team said they were on their way to get the man, but now he's in a predicament. He didn't know where he was. He thought he was only walking around the corner, but it looked like a different area entirely. He ended up texting Sulan and going to her place. He couldn't think of anywhere else to go. He held his side and just sat in front of her door waiting for her. He didn't realize how much blood there was and he didn't realize how tired he'd gotten.



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The boy in front of her went through a series of expressions as Mei greeted him. The first one was genuine horror. This was- potentially- due to her sudden appearance. Mei nearly said something else, thinking he might not realise who she was, but then he tilted his head into a pleasant smile as recognition washed over his features. Thank goodness.

Oliver then wasted no time in getting to business. Her greeting seemed to be ignored but Mei reminded herself that she had spent an extensive amount of time learning how to speak to others in the expected way. Maybe Oliver had not had that chance, or simply was unable to. She also noted that he seemed younger than her. She wondered how it was that such a young man had come to be homeless, as Vinny had told her, in such a big city. She did not want to bring it up, she didn’t know how he’d take it.

She watched silently as he demonstrated the… frankly extensive, amount of problems with the device. Uh oh… that thing might need new parts. She thought to herself grimly, wondering if she was in over her head. Didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try. She’d done as much research as she could before coming in. She was excellent at finding information online.

She had a lot on her mind she was trying to avoid. She didn’t mind any excuse now to procrastinate seeing her father. She was still waiting on her uncle to let her know he’d made contact with him. Her stomach twisted painfully at the thought of seeing him. It had been easy with her uncle, yet even that she’d been so nervous about she almost hadn’t called him.

Mei waited until Oliver was done speaking, banished her negative thoughts and smiled at him nervously when he asked where she had learned how to fix sound equipment.

“Oh… I’m just a good researcher… I’m not certain I can fix it Oliver… but like I said I will try” she pulled out the troubleshooting manuals she had printed and placed them to the side “I found these on the web… I have access to some academic databases but I didn’t need them for this.” She looked down at the tape recorder and began to look at all of the bits and bobs that had fallen off.

“Let’s see…” she said, more to herself now. Fist step in her manual required looking at the belts. If they were askew, that might stop the deck from working she took off the tape deck and tape and then, ignoring some of the loose bits that had come off for now, she followed the steps to carefully pull out all the belts, clean them, and tighten and put them back.

Mei’s small fingers were very steady, and she never dropped anything. She used a little pair of tweezers to remove the thin belts without damaging them. A lot of them were very loose. In fact a lot of things came away too easily. If there was no cracked plastic, perhaps everything just needed tensioning!! It was an optimistic thought but caused a tiny bit of hope to flourish within her.

As she got into the swing of this task she glanced up at him “Have you known Vinny and Jordyn for long?” She asked him “Jordyn needed a roommate to help pay the mortgage, and well I had some business here anyway, so that’s how I found myself in Vegas” she was blabbing a little more than usual because it was all just.. on her mind. She wanted to ask him a question but at the same time, she couldn’t really think what to ask without prying, so her eyes settled downwards again as her nimble fingers worked on the tape deck.







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ippa sat at the counter of the Stardust hotel and Casino, her best customer service smile- highly sarcastic but the patrons couldn’t tell- plastered across her face. Her hair brushed neat and pulled back into a tight bun that had givenher a headache, so she’d taken it out in the first hour. It was moments like this when she felt Jimmy had a point, but NEVER would she tell him that. A disgruntled customer was currently giving her a hard time- Complaining about the fact that we would not refund them for their first night just because they hadn’t showed up till the next day.

“Ma’am, I appreciate your frustration at the situation, however as I have already said. It’s just not possible” She said politely, hoping the customer would miss her twitching eyebrow as she wrestled to keep her composure. “Luckily for you, you’re room is still available but we will need you to pay the balance in full.” The customer was a large and short woman whose face had gone the same shade of red as her crimson high heels. She seemed equally upset at the lack of reaction she was getting from Pippa. “I spend a lot of money here, and I have never been treated-“Pippa cut her off mid screech “Ma’am. If you continue to yell at me, I will gladly get security to escort you out. Otherwise, I am happy to give you the key to your suite so that you can enjoy your stay at our fine establishment!” She said, voice sickly sweet. The woman, out of sheer frustration, relented and swiped her credit card “Sebastian!” She called ringing the bell “Please take the lady’s bags to her room” She said, shooting him an eye roll sneakily and miming slitting her own throat as the customer turned away from her. “suite 2002”

She allowed herself to make a rude gesture towards the woman as she waddled away. This job was temporary, she reminded herself. Just until she’d finished her studies and could actually make a difference. There was a new girl on that she was training today that had just left for her break, missing the show. Jenny. Pretty young thing. Seemed to have some… prior dealings with her current friend and ex fling Sebastian. She’d seen her shoot certain jealous looks towards her when she spoke to Seb. She felt it was something that needed clearing up. She had very little interest in the politics of women coworkers competing for the male gaze. They were in the home stretch of their shift now. She had managed to glean that they were all finishing at a similar time today. Perfect. They were all going to Halloween together. She didn’t even see the possibility that they might say no or have other plans. In her mind, it was settled. She could feel every passing second of that last half a hour like an itch she couldn’t scratch.

Having worked for the last 5 hours without taking her break so that she could take it at the same time as Seb and Jenny who had been rostered on later than her today, she sidled towards the breakroom, brushing past sequinned dancers and suited up blackjack dealers, she located Sebastian and put an arm around his shoulders, rubbing his head vigorously with her fist in the classic ‘Noogie’ she’d seen in American Trash comedies. “Sebster, got ya! Come on!” She breathed between laughter and grabbed his hand before he could protest. She’d seen Jenny enter the brake room first, so she dragged the stunned boy in with her. “Jennifer! Thank god for you, first girl I’ve trained in a month with a sense of humor and more than two braincells to rub together” She said as she casually sidled up to the new girl with a big friendly grin “Since the two of you don’t have better plans, lets all go out tonight!?” She suggested, looking between the two of them “Whatever the heck is going on between you two is nothing a bit of alcohol and some spooky costumes can’t fix, I’m sure”

Satisfied, and not really giving them much of a chance to say no, she sidled over to the fridge retrieving her pickles and ham sandwich and sitting on one of the empty tables “You’re way hotter than Sebby, anyway Jenny~” She said patting the chair next to her and winking at Seb, knowing full well that contradicted her own behaviour towards him before Frankie had come into the picture.
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While Mei got to work operating on the broken recorder with near-surgical finesse, Oliver watched intently, wide eyes fixed on her hands and trying to memorize each movement. He knew very little about technology, at least about devices that didn’t often come up in contemporary marine biology literature, but Mei seemed to inherently grasp the quirks and fault lines of the obsolete and nearly-dead audio machine in front of her, and she slipped into a fascinating rhythm of precision with the repairs.

Watching her made it easy to forget everything else: the other increasingly-irritated patrons of the library scattered around the room staring at them, the slight flicker of the overhead lights, the mild dehydration, the lingering concerns about the incredibly dangerous endeavor they were about to embark on, the dread of not knowing why Wil would choose a party over risking her life breaking into a military base in the desert… all of it seemed to get quietly moved aside in his brain to better take in the delicate retensioning of the belts.

Mei’s ease with the task she was working on permitted her to keep talking, filling what might’ve otherwise been several minutes of silent staring at a broken machine– not that Oliver would’ve minded that. But she asked, perhaps a bit out of the blue, if Oliver had known Jordyn and Vinny (two of their co-investigators for the ill-advised Area 51 mission) for very long. While Oliver stared blankly and tried to formulate an answer to that, Mei seemed to anticipate that the conversation would have a slow pace, and so she continued by adding in that she was living with Jordyn… as well as having some other business of her own in the city, whatever that meant. Oliver wanted very badly to ask what kind of business she was up to, but couldn’t think of how to phrase it, so he instead attempted to answer her initial question. “I know Vin,” He said in a flat whisper, with a shrug and a quick glance around the library as if to see if anyone was listening in, “Jordyn not so much.” As the thought trailed to an end, he suddenly fell quiet, realizing a few seconds too late that he’d failed to answer the actual question that Mei had asked him. Flinching in embarrassment, he circled back: “...A few months, maybe. Less than a year but more than a season. I lived somewhere else. What kind of business?”

He had blurted out that last bit without really intending to.
He shifted awkwardly in his seat, bent over at an odd angle, arms tightly crossed and fingers clawing into his elbows.

“I… you said you had business here. But you didn’t say what you did. I just wondered if it was…”

Oliver suddenly remembered the first rule of being a pawn in an organized crime syndicate: you can’t just ask people if they work for the mob.

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When Oliver finally answered Mei nodded slowly but his sudden blurted-out question made her stop mid task. She looked up at him with surprise, her hands hovering above the old recorder as if frozen. The intensity with which he asked—and the immediate regret that followed—made her blink, trying to parse what he thought she had meant.

Her lips twitched into a smile before she could stop herself, and a rare giggle bubbled up. It was unintentional and she quickly tried to stifle it with her free hand. The laugh wasn’t directed at him- There was no malice in it- but at the absurd drama of the misunderstanding

“Oh I’m sorry!” She said, her expression rapidly shifting to worry “I’m not laughing at you! I just think I may have misled you with my choice of words.”

Setting her tweezers down, she exhaled quietly. The humor had passed, leaving behind a tangle of nerves. Why had she said “business”? The word carried far more weight than she’d intended, and now the conversation had steered into uncomfortable territory. Her thoughts flitted uncomfortably to the convoluted letter from her father and the emotional weight of her reasons for being here, and the growing realization of just how much she’d uprooted to deal with… what, exactly?

The silence stretched, and she felt the need to break it. “I don’t mean work,” she said softly, shrugging. “Honestly, I don’t even know what kind of ‘business’ it is.” Her hands moved instinctively, sifting through the scattered components of the recorder, but her focus faltered. The text in front of her, perfectly readable just a moment ago, now seemed blurred as her mind strayed.

Sighing, she abandoned the attempt to read it and stared instead at the levers and screws that had fallen loose.

“Someone I’ve been estranged from for a long time reached out to me. They wanted to see me. It seemed urgent so- well I’m here” Mei admitted finally, keeping her eyes on the recorder.

But as the silence returned, curiosity struck her “I’m curious, though. What did you think I was referring to?” The question hung in the air as she busied herself with the recorder again. Mechanically controlled, no switches, just rods and levers. Her fingers skimmed over the text in the manual, highlighting possible causes of the issue.

She attempted to gently remove one of the other rockers to see how it went on. She was starting to understand “Ah sorry, before you answer give me some time to concentrate”she requested with an apology in her smile before she cast her eyes down again.

Forward and reverse were both operated by the rockers in her palm. She followed the flow of belts and cogs to the metal studs that spooled the actual tape. The manual explained how oxide buildup from lack of cleaning could cause the mechanism to bind up. Now she knew what needed to be done.

As she gathered the necessary supplies, she looked up at him again. “Okay, I’m good now,” she said, her tone lighter. “So, what was the dramatic thing you thought I meant?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.








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Ophelia usually loved Halloween, but not this year. She had gotten into a massive fight with her boyfriend and was now going out alone. Well, Monty was picking her up and taking her to Luxe of all places, but she still felt alone. She was proud of her costume as she had dressed as Mia Thermopolis from the Princess Diaries. When she got the text that Monty had arrived, she smiled lightly. She really enjoyed being around Monty, despite her dad's protests which had shown earlier in their texts to each other. She knew she would be getting an earful from him when he inevitably found her at Luxe later on.

She walked downstairs to the lobby and walked to Monty's car.
"Hi"
She said to Monty as she got in the passenger seat of his car.

She then gestured to herself and grinned,
"Does my costume live up to your expectations?"




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Her night was supposed to be simple. She was supposed to get high (which she did) and spend the entire night with her sisters, people-watching at a bar. They weren't in costume or anything, but they were watching everyone else who would be, judging. Still - the trio of pretty women attracted a lot of attention, but it didn't matter much because they weren't giving anyone any amount of attention. Well at least Sulan wasn't, what Koko and Mimi were doing was their business.

She was having a good time, until she got a text from Sora and she furrowed her brow. The conversation was strange and it made her very concerned, so much so that she sobered up quickly. She took a deep breath telling her sisters she had to go before getting an uber through the app. The ride felt longer than the 15 minutes that it was, probably because she was agonizing the entire time. She was worried, something she didn't usually like to be, but here she was. When she finally got to her house, she barely waited for the uber to stop before she got out and rushed to her door seeing him leaning next to it.

"Sora," she said gently cursing under her breath as she noticed the blood. She slid her sweater off, before taking her top off and leaving herself in nothing but her bra as she used the cloth top to put pressure on his wound. As blood soaked her shirt, she began calling around for someone to help, before eventually someone directed her to Aaron Chua who got over there quickly. He was the chief of trauma surgery so this was exactly what his job was, and he carried Sora into her home and into her bed. He pulled out some tools and addressed his wound, making sure to sterilize and stitch it up. When Sora was groan and squirm in pain, Sulan did her best to hold him down or comfort him.

He was hot so she put a cold compress on his forehead to keep him cool as Aaron left with some antibiotics and instructions on how to take care of the wound, he bandaged him up, and left. Sulan took a deep breath as she sat on the side of the bed watching him, trying to make sure she looked for signs of infection and help keep his fever down. She stayed up all night eventually falling asleep exhausted.




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It. Hurts.
Sora was in pain. He hasn't felt like this in a really long time. He wasn't even sure if he could feel pain anymore and it was almost intoxicating. Reminded him that he was alive and not a robot on auto pilot. Great reminder, horrible experience. He didn't really understand too much of what was happening. He was in and out, feeling his body dripping with sweat. His throat felt like it was on fire and he felt so drained. He couldn't even tell it was over until he felt something cold on his forehead. It helped soothe his body and the smell of the perfume coated his senses to lul him to sleep.



When he woke up in the middle of the night he looked around, seeing a sleeping Sulan next to him. He almost forgot why he was there in the first place as he tried to get up. Immediately he was met with a foul pain in his side and he twitched violently. "Fuck..!" he let out. His fingers felt gauze that was wrapped in his side and then all the memories started to flood back all at once. He didn't mean to be loud and he didn't mean to wake Sulan, but he quickly recovered by talking to her. "I-I'm alright Sulan....my head is spinning at the moment-" he groaned, looked her over and saw she didn't look well herself. "I made you worry.. I'm sorry. I just didn't know where else to go" he admitted while laying his head back on the damp pillow.



Sora was thinking how pathetic he must look to her. It made him feel more disgusted with himself. It made him want to disappear. All these negative thoughts started to spiral in at once and yet he still had room to spare for thoughts of Sulan. Maybe she will see how dangerous my job is and leave me the hell alone...no-she isn't like that. She's stubborn and that's something I can't help,but love about her..


He could feel the beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead into his hair. He felt sick and like he couldn't really move anyway. What was he going to do? Rely on her more? Feel like a burden? It seemed like he didn't have much of a choice right now.

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"I... not dramatic..." Oliver started, trying to wind up his thoughts to get an answer out faster. All the while, he remained visibly uneasy; shifting back and forth, feet hooked around the legs of the rickety wooden library chair. He kept coiling locks of his dark hair around his fingers to distract himself from the urge to bite his knuckles.

Mei's explanation was hardly edifying.
She got a message from someone she was estranged from? Who? Why were they estranged? How long had it been? Why were they reaching out now? What did they say that convinced her to uproot herself from wherever she was before and travel however far away to Las Vegas of all places? She said it sounded urgent, but did she mean urgent like 'time-sensitive' or urgent like 'life-or-death?'

Oliver didn't dare ask any of those questions, though the curiosity was pounding the walls of his skull.
He had to answer her question first. She wanted to know what it was he thought she had meant... and he desperately didn't want to tell her.

"I just was... well, I-I'm trying to-- I mean actually..." Continuing to talk while still trying to think of an acceptable answer was probably a bad decision. He kept stopping and starting like a broken cassette tape, unable to form a coherent string of words, until he finally decided to give up and try a slower approach. He blinked forcefully and tilted his head, as if trying to mechanically reset his thought process, but it seemed to work. With a tentative look back towards Mei, he continued: "...So your business is... this person, right? And they wanted you to come here. There's..."
Oliver couldn't think of a subtle way to say what he was trying to say, but it was too late to change his mind.

"You know them. I mean, I was just curious how you...I mean. I work around here, right? Things are kind of... connected." The feeling of knowing he wasn't making any sense was making him sick with worry. Nevertheless, despite wanting more than anything to run away from the conversation and go hide in the storage basement, he kept talking. "You don't have to tell me anything, but it's-- i-it's really quiet here, and I don't think anyone's... y'know." He gestured vaguely to the room-- most of the other library patrons had moved on back to the shelves, unlikely to overhear anything that was said quietly over at their study table. "I was just wondering if... if this person..."

Clearly nearing his wit's end, Oliver looked down to the floor and tried to remember a phrase from work.

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As Oliver continued to shift in his seat and stumble over his words, Mei grew increasingly confused and concerned. She had absolutely no clue what Oliver was talking about. She stayed silent, her hands frozen over the recorder again, Q-tip soaked in cleaning solution in hand, but her task was neglected. She tried to make sense of what he was saying, but when she couldn’t, her mind began speculating.

Oliver was involved in something.

The way he spoke, he seemed to think either she… or her father… or both might also be involved. The thought sent a flicker of unease crawling up her spine. What had her father gotten himself into? Was this somehow tied to his letter? Oliver hurriedly told her she didn’t have to say anything, but at the same time pointed out that they could speak without being overheard here. Mei kept her mouth shut and stared at him, still highly confused and beginning to feel alarmed.

‘I was just wondering if this person…’

And then he said something in… she thought… maybe Russian?

The unfamiliar language made her stomach twist for reasons she couldn’t quite place. In the context of what he’d just said, it sounded like some kind of… codeword. A password, maybe. Something that would mean something to someone in the know. But Mei didn’t even know what it meant in English, much less what Oliver was implying.

She cleared her throat and put down the Q-tip so she could clasp her hands together, trying to keep her stress from showing. She had to think about what to say. Her nails dug very slightly into her skin as she tried to manage her emotional response and instead respond with tact.

“I—” she paused, trying to phrase it gently. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about—but- Are… you okay? Are you in some kind of… danger? Do you need help?” Her concern was genuine- though she wasn’t sure exactly what she could do if he was.

Her voice was low, but her mind was racing with a wild imagination of what Oliver… and possibly her father… could be involved in. She cast her thoughts back to her time in her father’s care.

He was always out, always somewhere else.

He’d never brought sketchy individuals home, but then again, he’d never talked much about where he went or who he saw. She had no idea what he could have gotten himself into, but the tone of his letter still lingered in her mind—it had sounded like life or death.

“As for this person,” she said carefully, “again, I… I don’t know. I haven’t- seen him yet. His name is Lei… ah, well, his English name is Aaron Chua.”

She only gave the name in the faint hope that Oliver could offer some kind of… insight. Her eye-contact was probably intense right now. But she didn’t want to miss signs of recognition if there were any.








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The motivations behind any given person's actions can normally be ruled down to a handful things. Politicians want power. Celebrities want fame. Bankers want money. For most of us, our ambitions and the things that motivate them are plain for us to see, though whether or not we acknowledge them is another issue entirely. Kanen James, however, stood in wicked defiance of logic. A beggar, turned lawyer. A lawyer, turned criminal. A criminal, who for whatever reason, had decided to stay a criminal.

Kanen's rise to power in Montana's northern city of Kalispell had been a bloody one, marked only by the bodies that began to appear with the seasonal spring-time thaw. The tundra wilds had been Kanen's graveyard, and the Killer of Kalispell had been ruthless in seizing authority and control from the pre-existing gangs that had operated there. From Kalispell, the Barren North Motorcycle Club's influence rapidly expanded in the power vacuum until it was trafficking drugs and weapons from Billings in Montana, to Salt Lake in Utah, to Spokane and Cour'd Alene at the northern Idaho-Washington border. And then, as if Kanen had inexplicably remembered his self-imposed code of chaos, Kanen just left?

The Northern Rockies exploded into another round of criminal violence when the Barren North MC left just as quickly as it had arrived, leaving ATF and DEA alike puzzled and at a loss.

Months later, the Barren North MC seemed to appear again out of thin air, only it seemed that the bikers had decided to trade in snow for sand in the City of Sin. Viva, Las Vegas.
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Smoke of unknown origin hung in the stale air like a moment stuck in time, spotlighted by neon lights from a beer light on the wall. The curtains hanging in front of the window were dirty and stained, held closed by what looked like a woman's hair clip at the top, and a wire hanger that had been stabbed through and twisted into a knot at the bottom. A medium-sized figure lied passed out on a futon in the corner of the room, with his beard still wet with vomit from the bender the day before. The man stirred lightly at the sound of heavy boot steps coming down the hallway.

Boom! Boom!

Two hard knocks pounded the outside of the door and then it swung open, hitting the inside wall with a loud CRACK! An empty beer bottle came arcing through the doorway, shattering against the wall just a few feet above the man who had been drunkenly sleeping just moments before.

Kanen came in next, throwing a second bottle at the man as he roared at him to "Get up before I castrate you with your own fucking teeth!" The second bottle struck the man's shoulder. Kanen's pupils were huge, looking wildly between the man and the floor like he was searching for something else to throw, probably something heavier than a bottle. He was obviously high already on... something? In all honesty, Kanen might not even know at this point.

In the months since the gang had left the Northern Rockies, Kanen had been leading the gang aimlessly. He knew it. The gang knew it. Most importantly, Kanen knew, the gang knew. This only resulted in him lashing out with continuingly more violent outbursts to try and keep control, but Kanen was slipping, and he knew it. The drugs helped to dull the knowledge. Or at least, dull something.

Tonight's little heist, if you could even call it that, was Kanen's Hail Mary. His last chance to re-establish control over the Barren North MC or risk being ousted with the same violence he had used to build the gang turned against him.
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Silence was the only thing that hung in the air now, with Kanen sitting in the back of an old white cargo van, with two nobodies Kanen was too fucked up to remember the names of in the driver and passenger seats respectively. They sat out back behind Minx, far enough away to not be immediately noticed, but close enough that Kanen could still hear the music echoing from inside the club.

"That's not her, dumbass. She's too tall." Kanen heard a voice from the front seat say as he sat in the back trying to sober up.

"What about her then?" Kanen heard a second voice continue. Kanen looked at the palms of his hands and his fingers seemed to wave and dance at him. The visuals were at least less than they were an hour ago.

"No, that's not..."Kanen heard the voice trail off "Fuck! That's her! Let's fucking go!" Suddenly whoever it was who had been speaking threw the van into drive and Kanen could feel they were moving. "Yo! K! Wake the fuck up man!" Kanen heard the voice from the front seat yell at him.

The van jerked to a halt again, and Kanen quickly opened the sliding door as was planned, reached out, and grabbed the dark-haired girl just outside. With one hard jerk, Kanen ripped her off the sidewalk and into the van and the driver peeled off, leaving the pavement where she had just stood blank and empty.



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What a day.
It had started far too early for her liking. Her mother calling her at the crack of dawn to remind her about her fathers concert later in the day. As if Scarlett would forget. It had been on her calendar for months at this point, ever since her father had asked her if she wanted to be one of his opening acts. She had talked it over with Alex, worked through the setlist. She was ready.

Scarlett knew it was just the way her mother was. Worried. Nervous. She was obviously suffering from empty nest, still focused on her children's wellbeing and insisting on being a part of their lives. Not that Scarlett minded, of course, she was always happy to hear from Lilith and encouraged her to visit and reach out whenever she wanted to. Lilith was a good mother, a good friend to her adult children, just an all around good person. Who was Scarlett to be upset about something so trivial.

It still didn't help her day improve, though. She didn't blame it on her mother. She blamed it on fate, a twist and turn of the day, a balancing act considering she knew that the end of her day would be wonderful. There was nothing like participating in a concert, especially one that her father was headlining. It was a rare occasion and a gift considering her father wasn't the type to ask without reason. He didn't give her charity just because she was his daughter. She had to work for everything that she had. Her cushy lifestyle was curated by herself.

So when her car struggled to start in the morning and she spilled her coffee on her shirt, Scarlett didn't complain. She just laughed it off and chalked it up as karma serving her before the elation of the night. When her heel broke she didn't get upset, when her hair refused to cooperate she didn't lash out. She took it in stride and reminded herself that her day would only be as bad as she let it be. That if she focused on the bad then her day would be bad. She focused on her coworkers, on her friends, on the excitement she felt as she walked out of the club, headed toward her car to meet up with Alex before the concert. A light dinner with her father, soundchecks, warmups, then the main event. She knew the day would look up.
She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. Too busy replying to a message from Alex, telling him that she would be there soon and to make sure that he had evgerything ready to go for when she got there because it would be go go go from that point on. So, to pair with her already shitty day of course, Scarlett didn't have the chance to fight back when she was snatched. Her arm ripped at so forcefully she felt as though it would tear from her body. She felt her feet leave the pavement, her phone slip from her hands and tumble onto the ground of the vehicle that she had been forced into.

"C'est quoi ce putain de bordel?!" She squealed, confusion in her expression that slowly simmered into anger. "Are you out of your minds? Mad? What is this?" She hissed at the man, ripping her arm from his grasp and reaching for her phone, muttering under her breath as she did so. "Connards."

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As the cargo van Kanen and Scarlet stood in drove away from the scene of the kidnapping, the bright lights of The Strip cast their light through the ever-so-slightly tinted windows of the van, giving the back of the vehicle a dull strobing effect. Despite the lights, the back of the van was still dark enough to, in combination with Kanen's hair, hide his abnormally large pupils. Kanen stared at her as she spoke and seethed, but instead of the stereotypically aggressive expression you might expect to see from a kidnapper, Kanen just looked confused. Scarlett's facial features moved and shifted before his eyes, changing ever so slightly each time the van would pass out from under the streetlights and her face was obscured in shadow. Her decision to sprinkle in some French was like a sucker punch to Kanen's consciousness and he struggled to understand whatever the hell she had just said, let alone see her face clearly.

When he saw her reach for her phone, Kanen snapped back out from the confusion of it all, realizing the situation he was in and what was demanded of him. "My name isn't fucking Connard!" Kanen spat, though it sounded like he may have had some issue producing the 'F' noise. Kanen lifted his left leg and brought his oil-stained boot down on her phone, twisting his toe and grinding it into the floor of the van.

Kanen's eyes returned to Scarlett's face again, and Kanen made a face like he smelled something foul. "This isn't the right fucking girl!" Kanen barked, turning his attention away from Scarlet to yell at the two up front. "It's the wrong fuckin..." Kanen struggled to try and explain what was off about Scarlett, but he was certain they had grabbed the wrong person. His eyes flicked between her and the driver again as the driver tried to argue that they were certain, but the words fell on deaf ears. Kanen's attention was fully on Scarlett again, who's eyes were shifting in opposite directions, one moving up her forehead, and the other drooping down her cheek. His hands flexed open and closed in frustration and Kanen's gaze intensified as he tried to make Scarlett's face stop moving.

Kanen gripped his own hair with both hands and pulled it back to try and get a better look at her, in the process revealing his enlarged pupils, but still, her couldn't seem to get a good look at her. His eyes continued to play their drug-induced tricks relentlessly. Kanen snapped seemingly without warning. "I already told you to stop moving!" he roared, fully unaware of the fact that he had not said anything prior. He moved like he was going to grab her face and physically hold her still but stopped before his large hands ever made contact with her skull, hovering their for a moment.

Kanen recoiled from Scarlett then, grabbing his own head with both hands. "No! No! This is fucking her! I am telling you this isn't fucking Scarlett!" He continued raging against the two up front who tried to convince Kanen otherwise, to little effect.

Kanen however, still stood firmly between Scarlett and the back door of the van.

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It had all happened so fast.
She barely had time to register the situation, barely had the time to snap her hand away, the forests in her eyes obscured as she narrowed them and seethed, hissing insults under her breath. She took pause as he started yelling, his confusion and anger making her hesitate. This wasn't random chance, she knew it then. This was planned.

She continued to glare, dropping down onto her ass on the ground and watching him. It almost pleased her seeing his frustration, listening to him trying to argue that she wasn't who she was. A part of her wanted to play along, pretend she was someone else just to confuse him further and spur him on. Instead her gaze just snapped to her destroyed phone laying on the ground, the screen thoroughly shattered. Bad mistake. Her shared location would shut off. Her brother would know something was up. Scarlett sat back, raising an eyebrow, listening, planning, knowing that she wouldn't be in this situation for long. All she had to do was wait.

"You didn't tell me to do shit and I'm not fucking moving." She snapped back at him, crossing her arms. "Some kidnapping, huh? Don't even know if I am who I am. Doesn't seem like you planned this out very well, did you?" Teasing despite knowing better than to egg on an already frustrated man. Scarlett couldn't seem to help herself, finding it all too humorous that she was there in the back of some sort of van with a man who was as wholly confused as she was.

When he moved toward her, Scarlett didn't even flinch, all too used to people making moves to touch her. She knew that if he wanted anything out of her that he would have to keep her safe an unharmed. Injuring her wouldn't get him anywhere, really it would only piss her off and make her unwilling to help him in any way. Possibly even spur her on to be as difficult as she could possibly be.

"Maybe I'm the tooth fairy." She continued to jest, "or perhaps I'm wearing Scarlett's skin. Regardless you're going to feed me because I just got off an eight hour shift and I'm fucking starving. I want a Chicken Cesar Wrap."


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Routine. Most of the job was routine for the Firehouse assigned to the busiest district of Las Vegas. Today was slightly different, they had just finished pulling doctors they knew and respected out of a very bad accident, but outside of their personal connection, it was routine. Routine was good though because exciting meant that someone's life was in danger, whether it was their's or someone they were trying to rescue. So despite monotony, leaving the scene of the incident after helping clean up and heading to the grocery store for a restock was good for the rescue squad made up of firefighters Lt. Noah Severide, Dante Gibson, Daphne Nicole, and Jose Arraez.

Routine was great as the other three split off while Gibson texted his pregnant girlfriend about pregnancy cravings, and trying to decipher her words that seemed like riddles. Routine was the rest of the crew teasing him as he argued with her about who spoke english the best. Routine was getting another call as they exited the grocery store.

Squad 4, we have a structure fire at 345 Eastwood Rd and Squad 6 is still on their call.

Noah furrowed his brow, brining his radio close to his mouth, "Hey dispatch, we're only a couple blocks from that locations, we'll take the call. Come on squad, mount up."

Gibson groaned throwing the gorceries in the back of the truck, before they each got in with Jose driving and Severide in the front. He look a deep breath, "I don't know if you've ever had a pregnant Romanian girlfriend who can barely speak english, but she's not going to be happy about the delay of her weird snacks."

The rest chuckled shaking their heads before shortly the sirens and lights were turned on, before they drove off. It would be only a couple of minutes before they arrived on scene, and the team began putting their turnout gear fully on. They were the first on the scene so until a batallion chief showed up (if they did) Noah was the incident commander and began to bark out orders,"Engine, get me two attack lines and start pressing the fire one on the delta side and one on the bravo. Truck, get the aerial to the roof and vent and as quick as possible and prepare to make any rescues with the aerial then help out with the search. Nicole, Gibson I want you start the preliminary search on the bravo side. Start at the bottom and make your way upstairs, Arraez and I will get to the top, sweep and clear and meet you in the middle. It's a lot of smoke on their so mask up, go go !"

They all acknowledged his orders as the four of them began to put on their SCBA (oxygen tanks and masks) and enter the building. Before Severide got in a battallion chief came to the scene. Severide explained to him what was going, conceded the IC position to him, before continuing on with his plans.

Shortly after Annie and Melody pulled up, having just got back from dropping the Brisons at the hospital when she got out the batallion chief barked that they set up not far away.

Annie acknowledged the order getting the gurney out and she and Melody both grabbed a jump bag. Annie turned to her battallion chief, "Sir, with the amount of smoke that's in there it might be good to have another team of paramedics on the scene."

The man nodded ," Good call Santana, dispatch can we get another ambo on the scene."

Acknowledged, ambo en route.

Dante and Daphne were making their way through the first floor, ushering the people who were running out making sure all who got out on their own could, before getting to the second floor, "Fire department, call out!" the would call before they ran into an older woman using a walker who was moving slowly,"Daphne get her and help her out...I'll continue the search." She nodded to him, putting the woman's arm over her shoulder and beginning to help her walk out.

Dante continued his search, calling out for anymore survivors before he heard a scream. There was a fire in front of him that was blocking the door, but engine hadn't made their way to the second floor with the lines to suppress it. He glanced around spotting a fire-extinguisher in the wall behind glass and used the halligan in his hand to break it open, before grabbing the it and using the CO2 to put out the fire.

He dropped it down and yelled out,"Hey stand back from the door, I'm coming in!" he took the halligan and drove it between the door and it's frame, using the leveraged to crack it open before kicking it in. He looked around before seeing Gavriel in the corner and running to her,"Here put this on." He took the mask off his face, over her head so that she could breathe in some clean oxygen for a second,"It's Gibson, I got one on the second floor, about to walk her out seems like heavy smoke inhalation." When he said that the building shook a bit and he glanced around.

On the outside, Severide and Arraez had just brought someone out of the building and Daphne was near the front, but the lady had fallen which Annie saw and she rushed in the building think she was close enough to the front that it wouldn't matter, but the building began to rumble and their chief called out, "It's about to collapse everyone out now!" but before he could get the full word out Melody had already ran towards the building to help Annie.

Severide was about to run back in,"Gibson!" he called out, but the chief grabbed him before he could and there the building went. Collapsing on top of everyone inside, and just before it did Gibson put his body over Gavriel to cover her from the debris as much as possible as both of them fell down with the floor beneath them as the rest of the building crashed on top of them.

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Kanen and the two up front kept their argument over Scarlett's identity going over top of Scarlett's jests, but Kanen couldn't stay focused on any one thing. His co-conspirator's arguing mixed and jostled with Scarlett's words, and Kanen alternated between grabbing and rubbing his face, and staring intently at Scarlett. He had stopped trying to argue with the men up front, but not because he believed them, he just couldn't bring himself to respond. He was settling from the outburst just moments ago, but now he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"You're not the fucking tooth fairy." Kanen grumbled, rubbing his own forehead. He might not have been entirely sure who she was, but he felt comfortable ruling that out at least, and as absurd as it was, that silly little fact gave Kanen some sense of stability to rebuild his composure from.

With the arguing mostly ceased, the driver from up from called back, "You never said where we are taking her..." He asked. His tone implied he was cautious of sending Kanen on another tantrum. Kanen dropped his hands from his face now at the question, looking back down at Scarlett sitting on the floor. Kanen didn't immediately respond to the driver's question. He didn't know where they were supposed to go now. They could just go back to the clubhouse, but that seemed a little bit too on the nose. While Kanen thought about what to do next, all while staring at Scarlett, his mind drifted to her request for a chicken wrap, and Kanen got an idea.

"You can get your chicken wrap, but I ain't paying for shit." Kanen spat, though he was trying to temper his words and be as amicable as possible. He was trying to strike a deal here after all. "You want your wrap; give me your wallet and I'll send one of these two...people in somewhere to get you food." Kanen proposed, hesitating oddly when he said 'people' like he wasn't sure how to refer to the two up front.

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She could see his distress.
It made her strangely pleased to watch him unravel while she sat there, shifting in her spot as the van moved. All she did was grin as he grumbled back at her, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Whatever you say Ariel Castro." She hummed, digging through her bag to find her rather underwhelming wallet. "I don't know about you but I live in the 21st century. You smashed my debit card but I've got a shit ton of ones. Go ham." Scarlett tossed her wallet toward him, not really caring about the hundreds of dollars in cash tips she had gotten from work. Most of them being dollar bills. The joys of stripping.

She watched him sit down, still guarded as if she were going to run at any moment. There were a few things she was sure of in that moment. One, that her attacker was seriously fucked up on something which she wasn't going to comment or judge. She had been there before. Two, she had little to no chance of getting into a physical altercation with him. Even fucked up on whatever drug he had taken, the man was at least a foot taller than her and based off of how easily he ripped her off the ground and into the van he was likely much stronger than she was as well.

The smart move was to sit down and shut up. Scarlett wasn't all that smart, though, and she knew based off of how quickly he had agreed to getting her food that she had the upper hand at least in some sense. If he didn't treat her well, she would give him hell... well... less hell than her brother and her father would when they found out about all of this, but she would be a pest regardless.

"So what exactly do you want from me anyway?" Scarlett attempted at conversation, leaning back and attempting to make herself at least somewhat comfortable. "Is it money? Are you one of those stereotypical kidnappers looking for a hearty ransom?" She antagonized, offering him a knowing grin.


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