status: closed for @aleksei-ingels location: alleyway downtown salem time & date: 2am, friday the 29th
despite her concern for ofelia, and even cole, questionable choices aside, aaliyah felt pretty safe and secure as far as hunters went. in her jealousy and bitterness over the whole “you’re one of 15 witches” thing that genevieve sprung on them all (as if, what, two years of friendship hadn’t been enough to get a heads up?) aaliyah had kept her distance, somewhat.
she did what genevieve asked, of course, and would make herself present as needed, but unlike many of the other witches, the bartender had yet to truly align with them or put much effort in her support. everything was different now - two hunters... in custody? aaliyah snorted out loud as she lugged the heavy bags of trash over her shoulders, ready to fling in the dumpster. amazing how your life goes from normal to some shitty movie in a blink of an eye.
aaliyah turned to grab the second bag to hoist up into the dumpster, when a shadowy figure close by startled her. “holy shit! what the hell are you doing?” aaliyah complained, her nerves fried ever since the threats on the witches had been made known. she was confident they knew nothing of her... but still, in the dark, wee hours, it was easy to find the spooky nature in everything.
