#c:ximena

She is tapping and knocking at his door frantically. Ximena isn’t even sure it is the right door. Her mind is blurry, the city pushing from all sides, cars hiss past outside , someone shouting down the block, everything stacked on top of everything. Her head feels stuffed in cotton and static. She tries to breathe through it, in trhough the nose, out through the mouth, it doesn’t help. Ximena remembered the instructions very well, she had explained them, slow and clear, even made them repeat them to her, but they kept insisting, laughing it off, swearing they could handle it. Apparently whatever Merris was cooking was real good stuff, plus she needed the money, so she sold him a little more. The next thing she remembers was the guy foaming at the mouth and his body jerking on her living room.

Abaddon had settled herself in 2017 rather easily and blended in just as easy as well. It didn’t take her long to walk back into WDPA after spending her time re-energizing for the next hit on the snot-nosed brats. The school was officially up in arms, the tension in the air was so tight, she could slice it with a knife. A smirk curled on her lips as lights flickered and the wind picked up with each stride. She wanted to let them know that she was here and that it’d be better for them to all cower in fear. 

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It was her favourite place in the world to be sometimes, Tatiana’s, the cafe that she had spent most summers growing up at. So it was no surprise that she was in line for her coffee fix and a bagel, when she noticed Ximena was working. “Oh hi Ximena.” she began a little awkwardly, the other woman someone she would always associate with Ryan, “I didn’t get a chance to say hi at the ball, but you looked great.”