sugar pink, liquor lips

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It was definitely something Clara was not used to seeing when her eyes landed on Abigail and the state she was in. And even if some in their job would say it is only a broken wrist, for Clara it was that much of a bigger deal when it was Abigail who suffered the injury. “How is that possible?” She asked with a serious tone and furrowed eyebrows, letting the crease in the middle of her forehead to be visible while her eyes studied her friend’s face. “Was it the Dahlia’s? Because I swear – they are definitely good actors.” She tried to control the venom that she spitted through her lips with her words. If they were in on this all this time and she had no idea, looking at their faces in the cell, that would be different kind of rage she would unleash. “Thank you, Abi.” The brunette’s voice softened at her words, reaching with her hand to gently squeeze the other’s arm in comforting manner. “Do you need anything? I’m here for you, you know that.”

✦

   “We have no idea. No one knows. It all kind of set off and surprised every one.” admitted Abi, who could not supply her with the answers just yet. All she knew so far was that the library had caved, some of their fellow Syndicates were handcuffed and sent to jail, the garden had turned into a minefield, and that the pool house shattered to bits. Even then, it wasn’t enough information, she believed, to pinpoint the cause of it all. “As much as I want to blame them, I don’t think it was.” From what she’d heard, some Dahlias were hurt just as much; wouldn’t it be stupid to risk one’s own members just for a chance to hurt their rivals? “I don’t think the Whitlocks have it in them to hurt a fly, more so their own.” she pointed out. “Either way, I’m still on the hunt for answers. I’ll let you know when I get ‘em.” Not that she would ever hold anything back from her friend; she trusted Clara too much to keep secrets from her. With the gesture, all Abigail could do was smile softly. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. A broken wrist can’t stop me.” At least, she wouldn’t let it. “I’m a tough girl. I’ll manage.” she reassured Clara once more. “What about you though? I heard you got stuck there with some others. Were they civilians? Or Dahlias?”

There were too many things going on in Emma’s head. The overwhelming sense of dread was starting to take hold of her and she knew that if she let it take hold, she would have broke down. That was going to happen later, but she at least needed to hold it together to try to help everyone get out. “ Shit” Emma replied realizing she was in a bind. She wanted to help other people, but she also wanted to try to clear a path. If she went to help would that take too much time and work against getting people seriously injured the help they needed in time? But she could leave people either. The panic was setting on earlier than expected and Emma looked around unsure what to do. “ I would say split up, one of us look for a way out while the other gets the others. What do you think?”

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   “I can help look for the others.” blurted the brunette. She was already hurt enough as it was. If there was only one person afforded time to leave the building and off to safety, it was certainly Emma. If anything, the last few moments would be of Abigail helping others, and wouldn’t that be quite the way to go? “There’s no reason you should have to.” she quickly explained, clutching her broken wrist close. “If anything happens, run out and go, you hear me?” She wouldn’t drag the both of them down, no. But just as much, she wouldn’t give up either. “I’ll help out whoever I can. Okay?”

Mirah: Excuse me?! How long've you been back?!

Mirah: So have I. I've been in town a little longer, so maybe that's my fault.

Mirah: Bar Masa for lunch?

Abigail: Like, a month or two now!

Abigail: I'm gonna go with that we're both to blame for this lapse.

Remi: Don't apologize to me, baby girl. I'd still be in there without you.

Remi: Plus, the hot guard kept me company.

Abigail: Thank Easton, too. His fat pockets got you out just as much as I did.

Abigail: Besides, we couldn't afford to leave you guys there. You all know too much lol

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“Aww,” Lorelei patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, love. If you break your other wrist, I’ll give you a discount”. Not many people appreciated her dark sense of humor or her sarcasm. Only her friends were used to it and the people she worked it. Lorelei believe that it was because of the work she had. Being at a funeral home 24/7 wasn’t for everyone and she had seen a lot of things there, nothing could scare her anymore, unless you were a tree. “If you want a muffin, I can get it for you. Same if you need a coffin, but how about we get something yummy to eat? Drinks after that? If you’re in a mood of course. You can practice using your other hand or I’ll take pity on your soul and feed you.”

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   “If I break my other wrist, I swear to God I’m not gonna stay around this place much longer. All the years and this is the first in my lifetime I get hurt this bad. I’m blaming it on this place.” huffed the brunette, irked by the injury that had come to her. “I could do with both, but definitely the former for now.” She could certainly make do with something to eat, and especially with goo company. “Oh, and a hell yes on the drinks. Fortunately my right hand works perfectly, so all’s good for the most part, really.” Making use of her good arm, she promptly hooked her arm and clung onto Lei. “And because you’re pitying me, you must as well as treat me out, no?”

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“The funeral house recieved a lot of…customers, so to speak” Lorelei said. “Yes, morbid to say but death never stops and the world keeps on moving as well, no matter how much we want things to stop for a second.” She looked at the cast on the woman’s hand and winced. “How did that happened? Did someone pushed you down some stairs? You fell on your own?” She opened her bag to look inside and sighed. “I should have brought a coffin to make you feel much better. I mean muffin,” she smirked. 

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   Dark humour was rather common with the raven-haired, which was why Abigail merely shrugged coolly at the tidbit. “Not everyday you get quite the quantity, no?” The casualties from the night’s event were a handful, at the very least, and the brunette could only be fortunate that she was only wounded in the deadly night. “Floor of the upstairs library collapsed. I think it was the impact of dropping to the floor that just broke it.” Not that she could remember how it happened exactly; it all happened in a split-second or so. Rolling her eyes at the ‘mistake’, she merely found it amusing. Lorelei was a much better conversation partner than most. “A coffin, a muffin -- either way I’ll appreciate it.” 

“Abi what the hell.” The woman exclaimed once finally stepping out of their jail cell. It was really hard to say how long she stayed inside of there and even if it lasted days, the thought of that completely disappeared once her blue eyes fell on the woman’s wrist that was wrapped in white cast. “What happened?” She pushed for the explanation since it felt like she was cut from the outside world for long enough for the world to actually go into shit once again. “We couldn’t call anyone. They said the lines were down.”

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   Given the unruly sight of her, suppose there was reason for Clara to be taken by surprise; it wasn’t always that she looked like a mess. “Yeah...” To be fair, she made sure to process their release as soon as she could leave the hospital, which only had them staying in jail for hours. “Floor collapsed. It’s a good thing we got out before the library caved in.” she coolly remarked, aware that her hand cast was such a hideous sight. “It’s true. The lines were down. Only got back up and running like an hour ago.” she shared, timid in her stand as she gave Cee a timid smile. Being in such a state was a moment of weakness for Abi, to be seen anything other than impeccable, that is. But it was no matter, as long as she got her fellow Syndicates out of jail, she would be content. “Easton bailed you guys out. I only arranged the paperwork and everything. You’re all free to go.”

Justin: I'm at home, I'm all good.

Justin: Just a small injury, nothing too bad. How about you? Are you okay?

Abigail: Broken wrist. I'm wearing a hand cast for the next six weeks.

Abigail: I'm annoyed.

   In her relentless pursuit for answers, the lawyer went back to the station. Though she knew no one there, she would still forge on demand to know names, if not information about a number of unanswered questions in her head. Hopefully, the ones who had seen her legal prowess when she bailed out the lot of the Syndicates were there to be intimidated still.

   “Who can I speak to about the event? I’m sure there should be an investigation on the way for that night. We’re demanding answers for it.” uttered the brunette, raising an inquisitive brow with her serious expression. As if to back her statement up, she lifted her casted, left hand for them to see. “And I’m not the only one injured. Someone needs to be held responsible for the damages done.”

   In the absence of one Soran Medina, the rest of the Golden Syndicates looked to Easton for leadership. And while it was true that the command of succession befell unto the appointed VP, Abigail had always wondered if Angela, the second Medina, would ever step up as an alternate of sorts. 

   The second Medina child had always been the elusive type, particularly after her notable snap after her fiance was killed. Though he was a Whitlock through and through, their union had somehow kept the peace, one that Abigail had experienced for the longest time. With Michael gone, everything had changed overnight. Only now was the whole arena of Las Vegas tense yet again, and little did Abigail know how deadly things could truly get. 

   For now, however, she was focused on being in good terms with the rest of the Medinas, and with Angela the most. It was why in the brief moment she found the Medina daughter about to leave the Syndicate headquarters that she ran after her, cutting her conversation short with another. Quick paced as she did a little jog, Abigail soon caught up to her. 

    “Hey, Angela. You, uh, got a minute?”

   “You’re a debt collector, right?” queried Abigail, promptly interrupting the current conversation Aidan was involved in.

   Her intrusion was alright, only because his conversation partner was one of the new prospects, a younger lady, in particular, who looked too keen to only be talking about the Syndicates as a whole. They could always flirt later, as she had more pressing matters that needed attend to Getting in the middle of them, she promptly turned to face the younger girl, faux-sweetly noting, “You two can talk later. You can go now.” Giving her a big, fake smile with a matched head tilt, she waited until the other left.

   With that sorted, she turned to face him again. “Now, are you a debt collector or not? I need your help.”

Abigail: Hey. Sorry you guys took longer than needed in jail.