@fivefates​ liked for a starter. this action will have consequences...
the last day of chloe’s life had been jarring, to say the least. imagine being right in death’s clutches one moment, and then ripped away from the worry the next. no max, no arcadia bay, no storm... where was she? was this a byproduct of max fucking with the fabric of time, or was this the afterlife? whatever it was, it was driving her crazy. she’d been wracking her brain all night (after the three hour long breakdown) trying to figure out why she was in this weird fantasy-like city. she’d gotten no sleep, and she was very mad that whatever the hell had brought her here had taken her dime bag. at least when she was medicated she could sleep anywhere, but without her dear friend mary jane she was at a loss. she was not sleeping a wink until she got her fix, or until she made peace with the situation at hand. neither would happen anytime soon, she knew. which was exactly why she was outside of her big, lonely townhouse. if she couldn’t escape her problems, she’d get answers; and since she was at a loss, she’d ask someone else. someone who didn’t look like they were on their way back to the hotel after a late night anime con. there were a few candidates, but they all seemed to be moving too fast for her to even think about stopping. frustrated and tired of being ignored by passerbys, chloe rose her voice and chose to chase someone down. she would make someone pay attention to her, even if it was probably a mistake. what was the worst that could happen? she did have a gun in the waistline of her pants. ❝ Excuse me? Hello? ❞ chloe took a step forward, stopping in-front of the red-head. although chloe tried to seem somewhat friendly, the zero sleep, adrenaline buzz, and her inability to hide her emotions really just made her come off as aggravated. luckily, she caught on for once, softening her brow and trying to even her tone. ❝ Uh, shit-- I didn’t mean to-- sorry, can you help me? ❞
