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Ara glances over her shoulder as soon as the door opens. Her who hoped to not cross a single soul when taking the risk to come back in here. Here, the first floor of the garage, a place that used to be her home too, a place that seems to have been deserted little by little. A month now passed ever since the Taiyang and Ara decided to take different paths or well, ever since he took that decision for the both of them. The vengeress did not want to cross paths with him nor with the rest of the gang, truly. All dressed in black, a tight tech attire, bulletproof, far away from her usual latex, leather, fur and jewelry. 30 days have passed since she has not heard Yoona's annoying voice, and even though a part of her wanted to tell her to fuck off, to go away, the shut up, to leave her alone, the words the other spoke did touch her. "Have you?" Questions the ex leader, emptying the cabinets from what to seemed to be silencers for guns that she waited long enough to come and collect. If the Quinn has fallen deep in sadness and despair for days, slowly it has been replaced by something else, something that has been crippling under her mind, waiting to break through her skin. "Thought you would be happy to know the crazy bitch making your life a nightmare would be gone, Doll." A sardonic laughter escapes from her mouth. A laughter from a voice that seemed to have dropped a few octaves than usual, ever deeper, raunchier, on the edge and yet every single one of her gestures were controlled. Her features, if anybody would look from too closed, seemed disturbed as well. Not in a manic phase type of way, but as if this dormant pain has suddenly marked her features harsher and harsher. No red lipstick, no loop hearings. Turning around, the vengeress clocks the silencer on the gun in the fast mechanic move of an assassin ready to execute her target. Ara did not want to stay, actually on her way to a mission, her own missions now. Many would think she did drop the vigilante life not having the gang by her side : well, quite the opposite, The Quinn has become entirely something else, an entity amputed from her minions and wealth, radical, extremist, one who did not come to play nor negociate. The moon is reflecting on the disturbing lines of half of her face, the other hidden in the shadowss she now faces Yoona from afar. "Haven't you heard? I am absolutely Fine. The voices in my head are so loud, apparently everyone can fucking hear them now. Isn't that beautiful?" Ara explains pointing at her own forehead, her eyes widening with a grin as she taps against her skull a few times to indicate her brain. " So why would you be worried huh? I have never felt so free." Her words sound like relailed bike, a rusty chain, a mechanic doll on repeat. We are free, we are free to do as we please, the voices were right all along, we are going to set everyone else free, nobody is going to stop us, they are all so close minded, they were just slowing us down. "You. You okay?" The gun is shoved down the pocket by her thigh. The question is harsh, but meant. Yoona and Ara used to spend their days together, besides their complicated relationship, Yoona became someone to her, someone she has been deprived of when having to cut herself off the gang. @uroborosymphony

her hands, manicured with a white-and-pink glow, waved anxiously to protest Quinn's suggestion. " no! i'm not happy you're gone, Quinn-nim! " Yoona hears her own voice echo back at her (unintentionally loud in the garage) and thinks, now she understands why everyone called her annoying... the girlish, nervous, squeaking of a woman who was used to serving a temperamental queen. so she straightens her posture and stands in silence. hands tucked in front of her, brows furrowed... a loose bullet falls from the cabinet that Ara is raiding, and makes a shing noise when it hits the floor. far away from the public showroom, tucked away in the back of the garage where only 'employees' could access, was this room. the acoustics serve as a reminder that there was not another living soul here besides the two of them. Yoona thought she would be happy to see this day... Quinn had always been harsh on her . . . and even if she hadn't, Yoona had always envied her, and everything she had . . . but now she stands frowning, feeling heavy gloom in her stomach as she watches the Queen of Black Fang work on her own. her newfound independence was enviable, too, perhaps, but... Yoona can't help but think everything about this looks so wrong. What had happened to Black Fang?! Weren't they supposed to be a family?! Yoona doesn't understand. and why ( despite their time apart, no matter their disagreements ) did Taiyang and Quinn still have to work in some kind of treacherous tandem ? because even apart, they had both changed. gone were the sly, surefire smirks she was used to seeing on her bosses' faces. the careless and thoughtless barbs they threw her way were no longer; they were both too lost in a DARKNESS to waste time on such petty things. they walked like dead, greyscaled versions of their former selves, both of their eyes and voices blackened . . . and of course, nobody would tell her why ! nobody told a lowly girl like her why everything was falling apart... leaving Yoona behind to serve them in a constant haze of confusion. tears burned in her eyes as she watched Quinn; she was frozen in stunned paralysis as the woman rifled through the garage's armory.

until finally, she answers Quinn's question. " I'm not okay... " she answered with a strange sort of certainty, and shook her head fervently, her face contorted into a scrunchy pout. her lips quivered as she tried to hold it together. she wants to launch herself at Quinn and throw her arms around her, cling to her— not for comfort, no, and not even to comfort Quinn . . . but to keep her here, to force her not to go. it wasn't the same without her ! everything felt so empty . . . ( especially him. ) but she knows it is not her place to do so . . . and Yoona would never do something that Quinn forbade. she never even dared to speak up against Quinn, not once... but there's a subtle defiance in her answer. so subtle that one might have to squint to see it... but it's there. Yoona was saying 'I'm not okay and neither are you. neither is Taiyang. none of this is okay! COME HOME!' silently pleading for it to be so. but she cannot say that, so she says what she can:

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