#event.thread

That’s what Aurora had become so use to until tonight. The only voices she heard were those who had taken her and maybe might’ve heard other victims? Who knows. None of them were O’Sheas and she didn’t fucking care. When Aurora was finally able to see the light for the first time in who knows how long -- FUCK, she felt a rage overcame her. A rage she hadn’t felt in her years, this rage was the rage she felt for only one Irish and that was Mason fucking O’Shea. Oh how she lived off the thrill that goddamn man is six feet under. It’s almost too bad though, he can’t be here now and face what he had done, what he had created. 

She still sported the clothing she went missing in except it was now completely dirty where she had been held. It was stained with filth and her blood from the torture. The most place that seemed to have the most damage was her chest where she sustained a gunshot wound at it. Of course her kidnappers did their own little special surgery on it. 

The missing Irishwoman stood there and remained completely still. Her eyes darted throughout the crowd to find the faces of those on her hit list. Sure the whole damn clan is, but there are five certain ones at the tip top of her list in no particular order. Aurora began to see pure red in seeing those faces. To everyone who watched the Irishwoman almost appeared to be calm, too calm in fact as she stood there. It was that deadly calm before a big storm. 

Her eyes fell on those beside her and didn’t see them at targets though two of them she normally would have -- not today, not ever maybe. With no warning Aurora darted into the crowd into anyone who was of the O’Shea clan, blood or not. She had an order to execute and she will do her best to follow through it. After all this new Aurora -- she felt nothing. She was emotionless and the complete opposite of the Aurora that disappeared over a week ago. This was new territory for everyone.  

Sending a final punch to whoever it was she attacked first, it didn’t satisfy Aurora because it wasn’t someone from her top targets. Rising from the ground and listening to the screams all around her, Aurora turned to face whoever it was behind her. 

It might be a party, but he'd be damned if it wasn't all-around stressful. Sam's demeanor can be summarized as tightly wound — tonight isn't about fun. It's work. Discussions are had, boundaries laid, and he must be consistently on his toes, ready to read between lines and say all the right things. It's why happening upon a friend is such a relief. Five whole minutes of peace, and not quite so much said that must be thought over five times fast before it is uttered. And, as this is such a heavy business night, he finds himself reminded of certain details. Should have considered them months ago, before painting his whole apartment. "Do you want to work for me?" It's playful, presented to Audra with a fond smile. "Something tells me that you can down a man with a single kick to the shin."

It's when the light switch is found, fingers fumbling to illuminate the room with a shoddy light, that he realizes it isn't his nerves making this impossible. It's the floor. "What the fuck." One deep breath in, Lev counts to four, sights locking onto the others in the room. Breathe out, on the count of three. "Fuck this. Fuck this."