clover mancini.

                    SHE’S PRESSING AN      ice pack against skin, a band aid already attached to their upper brow.           ❝       i have sort of this idea to honor john.       ❞            a bit lost in thought, her mouth upward in a moment of reminiscing.   .             ❝       it’ll be sweet.  light a few candles, sing a few songs.  a proper burial, you know ?        ❞         she couldn’t help but think, had she not already been found by adrian    -   would she fit in better with the SPADES ?    a thought to delve into some othe time.         ❝       i don’t know, just a thought.       ❞          

Eloise had not expected the night to go as it did, surely they had been expecting them so had it all been a set up or the spades had someone on the inside? It hurt to think someone from the 212 could betray them so she pushed those thoughts aside. She felt bad for the rookie, she had just talked a few times with him but he was a good kid and asset, And she was very worried about Corvina, though the selfish part in her was just glad she had came out safely. “So… what now?” She asked “I know we can’t just go and kill them but…we have to do something.”

             despite the fact that clover had only joined the 212 a handful of months ago, the shooting had shook her to the core. it wasn’t wrong to say the 212 was a family. everyone was intertwined and knotted in so many ways, one death affected all of them. while she was concerned for her trainer, john was a rookie by her side. they trained together. he was her sparring buddy.

             “ maybe we can blow up kristoff’s stupid hotel. dunno who they are, but we know where they are. ”

          ⟡ DISTRACTED BY FABRICS AND JEWELS, faye is in her element. superficial as it may be, she finds solace in piecing an outfit together. their work was grim, and not always pleasant, so she’s sure to make the most of a party. “ okay two things. first of all, i’m stuck between the black backless and the red lace. secondly, this would look killer on you. ”

            “ uh, ” she starts  i n t e l l i gi b l y , “ i like the black dress. ” clover fidgets, the usually confident girl was seemingly uncomfortable with the opulence surrounding her. she’s used to second hand clothes from GOODWILL -- nearly everything she owned as a kid was bought stained one place, or scuffed in another. when faye holds a secondary red dress to light, clover admits that it’s a HOT NUMBER, but on her ?? she’s not too sure. “ honestly, i don’t even think i’m going... ”

      he considers this for a minute. “that’s fair,” he says, before shutting the fridge door on the gun and joining his sister at the table. he nods to the lucky charms. “where’d you find those?”

the way that the water glistens has the moonlight r e f l e c t i n g in her eyes, the grin on her face ALIGHT enough to brighten the space by itself if she had to. crystalline hues flick towards the other, a brow cocked in an almost challenge. “ so — are we gonna take a dip, or are you too CHICKEN ? ”

      he was searching the kitchen for something to eat – it had been a while since he’d last had anything, thanks to the distraction that was work. he didn’t much care for the state of it, nor for any of the food he could find, and… “who left a fucking GUN in the fridge?”