#whitney.

[ open starter for bloodngloryhq ]

There was almost nothing in Los Angeles that could strike Whitney; she was hardly ever surprised, or frightened, or at a loss. The events- as they unfolded at the Hope Charity Gala- put those feelings of hers into a bit of turmoil. For a moment, a flash of uncertainty washed over her mind. The woman couldn't seem to jam the pieces together in anyway that would make them fit-- how did this directly relate to the business she was in, and how would she be affected?

Her single greatest concern at the end of any day, always.

It was easy enough to get lost in the edges of the crowd. She was gone because anyone official showed up and started to ask questions. Getting caught up in the who was and wasn't there of any situation was not her cup of tea. Once she'd arrived back at her high-rise apartment, her fingers were practically cramped from the speed at which she'd been dialing.

"Where are you?" The urgency in Whit's voice was unmistakable. The woman pulled an aching pin from the top of her hair and flung it into the kitchen counter. "Have you been home all night?" Alone, so no one can question the validity of your statement?? She worried absently at her bottom lip, "Can you come over?

"umm...hi," coraline stated awkwardly, shoving their hands into the pockets of their hoodie as they tried to form the right words. "so...i um...heard you were one of the....welcome back!" they didn't think they could sound more socially inept, but they were trying to get some answers to some heavy questions so they figured maybe they just needed to get right into it. "i was wondering if you umm...if you didn't mind me asking where you went? was it...like evermore...but not at all? i can explain why i'm asking i swear i just....need to know."

“Hey Whit, come check this out!” Alice had called the girl over to one of the various locked rooms in Wonderland. She knows Whitney probably has access to like, every single door, but Alice doesn’t and she knew that Whitney would never ever break a rule and let her into one of these rooms. Where they went? Alice was eager to find out. “I figured out how to pick the locks here. Isn’t that wonderful?” Before her friend could protest she had opened the door proudly...only to frown when all she saw were brooms and mop buckets. “Another janitors closet? How many does Wonderland need?” she pouted, turning to look at her friend. “This game would be much easier if you unlocked the doors for me, y’know.”