#clarentcall

 | | Oh great. This one looked like a fully-fledged huntress.

  With teeth gritted, the crimelord kept his view kept carefully from around the corner of a wall, cane in hand while twirling in anxious fingers. Stealing dust from a specialty store was quite the risky choice on his part- especially when his henchmen were more focused on dealing with silencing the employee managing the shipment in the back of the store, quite the distance from him. ‘Oh, you can rely on your men Roman,’ that overzealous woman.. ugh, no, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about the matter like that.

  But he couldn’t stay here forever.

“Heh! See, this one gets it--”

It was a normal concert like many others but it was also the first under their new name, and the fans were cheering loudly when it ended. Still Chris was exhausted and went back to her rooms, refusing another encore....they had done three already, and plopping onto the couch in her dressing room. She didn’t even look up when Nat entered the room, just reaching into the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, she downed the entire thing. “Did you enjoy the show?” Unlike when she was on stage Chris was back to her normal self, on stage she appeared cheery, energetic, excitable, almost her total opposite from her real self, determined, angsty, and a bit cold. 

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