#collette.

location: anarchy's new hideout.

when   paz   asked   collette   to   do   something,   it   wasn't   a   matter   of   if   she   would   do   it,   it   was   a   matter   of   when,   so   it   was   no   surprise   that   she   seemed   to   be   the   first   one   to   arrive   at   their   new   hideout.   it   was   very   fitting   to   their   shadowy   leader,   high   ceilings   accompanied   by   cold   architecture   and   brutalist   concrete,   as   unwelcoming   as   it   was   practical.   she   looked   up   and   around   as   she   walked   into   the   space,   taking   in   as   much   of   it   as   possible,   mapping   out   exit   routes   and   hiding   spots   in   her   head   before   she'd   even   blinked.   finally,   her   eyes   fell   back   to   the   large   metal   table   in   the   middle   of   the   room,   dex   occupying   one   of   the   surrounding   chairs   with   that   usual   stupid   look   on   his   face. ❛   overachiever.   ❜    she   scoffed,   hiding   the   fact   she   was   somewhat   disappointed   that   she   wasn't   the   first   after   all.    ❛   what,   you   run   here   or   something?   ❜

By the time Andrew finally passes out from his pain medication and Reina’s done her familial duty in visiting him, she’s ready to go the fuck home, but of course she can’t leave without saying goodbye to the newest member of their family. She’s not sure what she expects when she approaches the nursery but it certainly isn’t to see Collette hanging out, holding Benny and talking to him like his brain isn’t the size of a fucking pea. “Knock knock.” She doesn’t go in, merely lingers in the doorway with her hip resting against the frame as she watches Collette interact with her nephew. It’s not that she’s against it anymore, it’s just a strange sight to see given her history with the family and the club. It seems that Rowan and Andrew have officially gotten over her stunt with the Trojans and while Reina may not be able to totally say the same, she can feel her hatred melting little by little, especially now that Collette’s proved herself loyal — to Andy, at the very least. “I’d say I can’t believe they’re letting a confirmed killer hold the kid, but Rowan can’t exactly talk anymore, can she?” It’s a joke, considering half of their family wouldn’t be allowed to hold Benny if that were really the case — including Andrew — but Reina can’t help but get the dig in. She doesn’t say it with malice, though. If anything, she’s a little bit proud. “The apple doesn’t fall far, I guess.”

The minute Reina got the text from Rowan that she and Andy were coming home with a child, of all things, she sprung into action. She’d enlisted Rhea’s help, of course — even Reina couldn’t do all that needed to be done on her own — but somehow everything had come together as planned in the short amount of time she was given, and an entire nursery was now being delivered into Rowan’s home. It’s not shocking, really; the woman is a force to be reckoned on a good day and when she’s on a mission, she’s unstoppable. Rowan’s neighbors are probably loving the show they’re getting, with Reina standing in the front lawn barking orders at the obviously dumbfounded delivery men. She didn’t hesitate to let them know exactly what they were in for the moment they arrived, and they quickly got the message that they were not only there to deliver, but to assemble as well. Her one and only problem of the day has been Collette, who annoyingly decided to stick around for the entire ordeal.

Reina had immediately banished problem child #1 to the backyard with the dog when she got to Rowan’s, but she hasn’t even bothered to acknowledge Collette’s existence. It may be petty, but Reina still still holds a grudge about her prospecting for the Trojans, and even if she’d been just as irritated with Ryder for almost the same reason, at least they seem to have come to an understanding. With Collette there’s been nothing but radio silence and while that’s exactly what Reina wanted, it’s just made her hate the younger woman that much more. Still, Lettie’s very presence eventually grates so deeply on her nerves that Reina finally caves and breaks her silence, annoyed that she hasn’t just taken the hint and fucked off already. “You know, you should probably get the fuck out of the way,” she says, looking over to where Collette is sitting on the porch from where she’s been rooted to the ground in the front yard. “It’d be a shame if one of these pieces of furniture were to smack you in the head while they’re being brought in. Nasty business, concussions.”

location: player's choice!

❛   are   you   asking   for   my   permission,   or   for   my   help?   ❜

location: a quiet street, nighttime.

most   of   the   thornhill   residents   stayed   inside   at   night   now,   rocked   to   their   core   by   such   a   violent   attack   in   their   quiet   little   town.   for   the   rosewick   transplants,   though?   this   was   just   another   week.   just   another   day.   another   ceramic   piece   of   violence   to   add   to   their   fucked   up   mosaic.   at   least   it   meant   that   it   was   quiet,   though,   and   quiet   was   what   collette   liked   the   most.   it   meant   that   she   was   free   to   move   through   the   streets   unbothered,   that   when   she   left   that   little   dorm   room   that   paz   had   paid   for,   she   was   free   to   go   wherever   she   wanted   and   do   whatever   she   desired.   the   only   thing   she   hadn't   accounted   for,   however,   was   tj. there   he   was,   all   of   a   sudden,   twenty   steps   ahead   of   her   and   entirely   unaware   of   her   presence.   she   didn't   blame   him,   being   silent   was   sort   of   her   thing,   but   rather   than   hold   a   knife   to   his   throat   some   semblance   of   her   old   best   friend   possessed   her   to   yell   to   him   instead.    ❛   you   didn't   get   the   memo,   rose?   it's   dangerous   to   be   out   on   your   own   at   night.   ❜

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