Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
The Exodus of Fables
Emerald City. An ever moving, ever evolving metropolis of bedlam. Mobs, gangs and drug rings reigned, little wonder given the corruption deep within the heart of the law enforcement, and at the center of it all was a man so dastardly, so cruel… utterly devoid of even a shred of common decency, morality or good will. A self-absorbed, egocentric deviant… a monster.
And the people loved him. Senator John Sharp was less than halfway through his first term and his popularity had never been higher. He had the citizens wrapped around his pinky finger. Of course, it was easy to be loved when you were a brilliant con artist, and those who really knew him... who knew his true nature would hardly complain, given his penchant for taking the uttermost care of his staff. Or putting a bullet in the back of their heads…
Standing before the podium, listening to the murmur of the media crowd gathered below, John smirked, shuffling his notes. Among the throng of scoop-hungry journalist wolves were the mayor… Oz McKing, looking pinched and nervous as always, the nuisance of of chief, and Guy Gisborne, John’s sallow faced, sinister head of a security, a man whose ties with the mob had proven measurably beneficial. Not, however, amongst the crowd was the face he had been hoping to see... She hadn't come, again. He was going to need to speak to Coeur about her girls...
The speech was another sap-filled piece about community and family values… the usual schlock the media vultures and idiotic sheep lapped up with fervor. The last speech he had given had brought him up another twelve points in the polls.
Tapping the mic, John watched with a hollow smile as the crowd fell quiet, all eyes trained on him.
“Good morning, Emerald City… I stand before you today, a man plagued by concern, torn by indirection but determined to bring to you the solution to these tribulations which have for too long afflicted our precious city. When I was elected, I admit I found my hands often times tied by the political nonsense one in my station inevitably comes up against, but I will stand idly no more. You deserve better. You deserve the solidarity and strength of a community… the safety and structure of a city where your children can grow and flourish in peace, with unlocked doors and open hearts. You deserve better, Emerald City, and that is what I am proposing. That… from this moment on, will be my foremost goal. You deserve a family, and that… is what we shall become!”
Applause erupted from the crowd and John grinned…
Wrapped, good and tight…
The Royal Palace Hotel | Restaurant
Collab between Elle & Effervescent
Work ended as any shift might - a small rush and then three or four tables, tapering off into quiet as she and the others... though mostly she... cleaned up and closed up. The weather was cooling down, but the rain from the morning had died out. Taking her things from her cubby, Ella made her way out into the alley that would lead her to the street and her long walk home.
Backing out, she twisted the key in the doorknob and tugged it shut, startled upon turning to come face to face with a bear of a man. He was tall, too tall and with a broad frame, solid and strong, he blocked out most of the light from the sodium vapor lamp behind his head.
Heaving a startled yelp, Ella dropped back against the door she had just closed, hand to her chest as she cocked her head up to the man's face. He was smiling, and it wasn't a smile one made for family photos, his grimy teeth bared as he gestured to the purse she had slung over her shoulder.
"...Give it here... and maybe I'll reconsider my curiosity 'bout how loud I can get ya to scream for me..."
This was not what Ezreal was hoping for. Gabriel Pinkard was a repeat offender for a myriad of different crimes all of which related to theft. Ezreal couldn't quite pin point his motives, for he wasn't addicted to drugs and his targets varied from the wealthy to middle class. It was almost as if he had targeted this girl just because she was there, and it complicated matters.
Ezreal peaked out into the alley from behind the dumpster further down and adjusted his bandanna over the lower half of his face. His thumb pressed the call button on his burner cell, the number dialed being the police. Gabe made him nervous targeting a woman. The burly man had never been convicted of rape, but then again that seemed to be a neglected crime by the precinct and often overlooked. The young vigilante was close enough to catch the criminal's words and formulate his connotation.
"Nine-one-one, please state your emergency," a voice chimed softly through his phone. Ezreal put it to his ear and lowered his voice to a whisper.
"I'd like to report an ongoing mugging," he said before giving out the address. He ended the call promptly as a sudden realization hit him. They would never make it in time. Ezreal could possibly follow the man to retrieve and return the girl's belongings, but Gabe's grubby hands outstretched towards her made him incredibly uncomfortable, and he rose from the shadows.
"Hey!" he called out to garner his attention. The hood of Ezreal's jacket provided enough coverage over his eyes to make him appear almost faceless in the darkness.
The bear-like man spun, his dark eyes narrowing, the outstretched hand dropped by Ella's ear, essentially pinning her to the door. She flinched as his gruff voice barked out at the intruder, "Mind your own damn business, punk, or you'll get what's comin' to ya!"
"I think you should mind your own business," Ezreal challenged as he took a step forward. He didn't really think to mask his voice, though it's not like anyone would ever recognize it. He never had to confront anyone vocally during his night life before, and since he was reacting so quickly the thought never crossed his mind. "I've already called the cops. You should run while you have the chance, Gabe." He took slow, careful steps towards the situation as he talked, his hands within the pockets of his jacket to give off the appearance of a possible concealed weapon.
"I ain't done nothin' wrong, yet!" Gabe said with a smirk, looking back down at Ella, who cringed, "...Cops can't arrest someone what ain't broke the law!"
"She doesn't look like she's consenting to anything you have to offer," he pointed out. "So it looks like, if anything, you'll eventually do something illegal. You can thank me later."
"How about thanks, but no thanks." His voice dropped the intonation of amusement and, without moving his arm, he turned again, "Get lost, kid. Before I'm inclined to get angry."
Frustration in the man's stubbornness threw Ezreal into action. Within three methodical steps he was at Gabe's side attempting to push the rather heavy man away from his target. "Back off!"
Gabe was quick, though, for a brute... shifting at the approach with a grunt of frustration. His arm came away from the door and instinctively, or perhaps lacking instinct altogether, Ella tried to bolt. It was a meaty hand that grabbed her wrist and with a squeal she was yanked backwards against the wall of his chest, the breath nearly knocked out of her lungs. Her arm was twisted, looped behind her back at an angle that would undoubtedly feel miserable in a few seconds and as gave a startled gasp, Gabe stepped backwards, eyes narrowed.
"Stupid move, Kid. Stupid! Now you gone and pissed me off! I'd've let her go, too... but now, now I think I'm gonna have find a way to get my good mood back..."
The blonde's gasp ignited fear in the boy's mind. Gabe was easily twice his size both in stature and in weight, and judging by his hold on the girl one wrong move could result in unfortunate injuries for her or worse. Ezreal held out his hands and took a step back, hoping that he could somehow alleviate the escalation.
"Hey, hey. Calm down, buddy." As he spoke, he glanced over to Ella to see if she was okay and to try to assess just how badly Gabe might be hurting her. "There's no need for this. Just let her go. I'll buy you a beer. Or do you just want money?"
There was a significant lack of sirens thus far, the air stagnant in the alley where the distant hum of the city's night life could not quite reach. Ezreal had planned to either scare the mugger off or keep him occupied until the cops arrived, but at this rate they could come to late...or possibly not at all.
Gabe's lips split in an ugly grin and he shrugged, "Not so tough now, are ya. I don't drink beer. I'm a whiskey man. The expensive kind... what comes in glass and all. You get me a bottle and we'll see how loose my grip gets, hmm?"
"I'm not going to just leave you here with her," Ezreal said. "Just you and me go to that bar down the way and I'll get you a whiskey." His eyes stared at Gabe in hope, his hands continued to hover outstretched before him as if to coax the man into submission.
"Ah... But what's to keep you honest? Way I see it, we've got a bit of a standoff here, Kid. So we go to the bar... but I'm keeping my pretty little bit of leverage close in case you try to get stupid again..."
Ella made a soft noise as Gabe tightened his grip, leaning in close, his eyes leaving Ezreal to follow his thick sausage fingers of his free hand as they rose toy with the button at Ella's collar, "You don't mind, do ya sweetheart?"
The hooded vigilante paused for a moment in assessment, his arms lowering to his sides as he straightened his stance. There wasn't much of a choice left but to act. Like a basketball player going for a layup, Ezreal jumped around and onto Gabe's back, hooking his arm around the mugger's neck in as best of a choke hold as he could manage from the man's height. His legs dangled a few feet off the ground, but the hold could still be effective if he could get the angle just right on his throat to cut off circulation.
When Ezreal moved, two things happened. Ella, almost as if she were anticipating what he might do propelled herself forward while stomping backwards with her heel, onto Gabe's toes... and, as this occurred and Ezrael leapt onto his back, Gabe gave a loud, guttural howl and released his grasp on Ella's arm to reach behind him, grabbing wildly. Her foot smashed down, hard and the howl turned into a scream of pain. Ella dropped onto her hands, with nothing left to keep her balanced and in tandem, Gabe stumbled backwards, swinging his arms like a wild ape, cheeks reddening as his air supply was temporarily kinked by the arm round his neck.
Ezreal tried his best to keep his hold, bringing the hand other upward to try and tighten the choke. The man's thick throat proved difficult to be completely effective, but it looked as though the vigilante's efforts were effective as it brought the man stumbling backwards.
"Run!" Ezreal called out to Ella as he continued to occupy Gabe's attention, the man gasping for air. There came a distant sound of sirens several blocks away.
Looking up, eyes wide, Ella frowned. Her gaze darted one way, then the other, but Gabe's crazy flapping around made it impossible to pass by. Soon, however, the enormous man gave a choking cough, sputtering, his face purple, his eyes wide and with a grunt he dropped to his knees, then fell forward onto his face where he lay, unconscious at last.
Amidst the chaos and Gabe's flailing, Ezreal's burner phone had flown from his pocket and skidded across the asphalt several feet away from the tussle. As the large man fell to his knees, Ezreal released his grasp to insure he didn't actually kill the guy. Even then, there was a hesitant pause as he stood over Gabe's unconscious body, and he stooped down to check his pulse on his neck. At least, that's what he tried to do. It was a lot more difficult to find than it looked like in the movies, but the man was breathing.
The sirens grew closer causing a sudden rise in panic in the boy. He looked up at Ella with concern before taking off in the opposite direction of the scene.
Ella watched him run with a detached sense of shock. He'd saved her. There was no way around it. He had saved her, and then he had taken off like a scared rabbit. There was something so familiar... so ironic to the entire thing, but in her state of surprise and confusion she couldn't put her finger on what or why...
Bending down she picked up the phone which had landed by her feet. It had somehow survive being thrown... He wouldn't come back for it, but maybe... maybe there was a way to get it back to him. Tucking it into her purse she looked up to see the lights of the squad car as it pulled to a stop in front of the alley.
It was going to be fantastic... trying to explain what had happened. Just fantastic.
She’d had the dream again… the one in the cottage. She’d woken, covered in a sheen of sweat, her breath sucked from her lungs by a strangled scream of panic. For a moment, for only a moment, she could still see them huddled on the floor, their torn, broken bodies… cold, sightless eyes staring up at her, boring into her, their cries for help, for mercy ringing in her ears.
Her client, sound asleep beside her, his snores rumbling from his wide set nostrils, did not stir as she shifted, her bare feet hitting the plush carpeted floor of the hotel room. She tugged the sheets around herself, and unbidden, a tear slid down her cheek, making a small puddle on her bare thigh. The images faded from her mind, as they often did, but only gone, not forgotten. The atrocities that were committed that day, no matter how hazy the details, would never be forgotten.
A second tear followed the first and Roxie caught it with the back of her hand, brushing her cheek dry. The client had paid in advance, so she had no obligations to stick around, but the idea of leaving the bed, let alone the hotel made her stomach contract, and so she laid back down, her eyes staring blankly into the darkness of the ceiling.
It was another two hours until light bled through the canopy of curtains shut over the window, the foggy haze bringing promises of another rainy dawn. Roxie walked out of the hotel with a splitting headache, but no other remnants of the dream lingered. A cup of coffee and she’d be good as new…
A brisk chill cut through the air and she pulled her sweater down over her hands, shivering. To the left, a car pulled up along the curb, slowing to a crawl beside her. With a sigh, she glanced over, catching sight of the middle aged man behind the wheel, his dark suit and even darker shades giving him the appearance of someone of importance. His sandy hair was cut short, and as he pulled her glasses down to the end of his too-long nose, flat blue eyes stared out at her, his lips curved down in a scowl.
“…John was expecting you at the speech last night…”
“…Sorry, Sugar… Had business. John knows our contract isn’t exclusive. If he wants to reserve time with me, he needs to call me more than two hours in advance.” She straightened and waited, the man frowning thoughtfully, his expression somewhere between bemused and frustrated.
“You’ll be at the masque, though, right?”
“Yeah, Guy. I’ll be there.”
“Alright. Be good, Roxie…”
“You, too, Guy…”
The car pulled off and Roxanne sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Some days, her job was difficult… Other days, it was hell.
The Mundane World
Date:
May 3rd,
2015
May 3rd,
2015
Time:
Early
Evening
Early
Evening
Weather:
Warm and cloudy
65°
Warm and cloudy
65°
Event(s):
Senator's
Speech
Senator's
Speech
Senator John Sharp
City Hall
And the people loved him. Senator John Sharp was less than halfway through his first term and his popularity had never been higher. He had the citizens wrapped around his pinky finger. Of course, it was easy to be loved when you were a brilliant con artist, and those who really knew him... who knew his true nature would hardly complain, given his penchant for taking the uttermost care of his staff. Or putting a bullet in the back of their heads…
Standing before the podium, listening to the murmur of the media crowd gathered below, John smirked, shuffling his notes. Among the throng of scoop-hungry journalist wolves were the mayor… Oz McKing, looking pinched and nervous as always, the nuisance of of chief, and Guy Gisborne, John’s sallow faced, sinister head of a security, a man whose ties with the mob had proven measurably beneficial. Not, however, amongst the crowd was the face he had been hoping to see... She hadn't come, again. He was going to need to speak to Coeur about her girls...
The speech was another sap-filled piece about community and family values… the usual schlock the media vultures and idiotic sheep lapped up with fervor. The last speech he had given had brought him up another twelve points in the polls.
Tapping the mic, John watched with a hollow smile as the crowd fell quiet, all eyes trained on him.
“Good morning, Emerald City… I stand before you today, a man plagued by concern, torn by indirection but determined to bring to you the solution to these tribulations which have for too long afflicted our precious city. When I was elected, I admit I found my hands often times tied by the political nonsense one in my station inevitably comes up against, but I will stand idly no more. You deserve better. You deserve the solidarity and strength of a community… the safety and structure of a city where your children can grow and flourish in peace, with unlocked doors and open hearts. You deserve better, Emerald City, and that is what I am proposing. That… from this moment on, will be my foremost goal. You deserve a family, and that… is what we shall become!”
Applause erupted from the crowd and John grinned…
Wrapped, good and tight…
Eloise Soot
The Royal Palace Hotel | Restaurant
Collab between Elle & Effervescent
Work ended as any shift might - a small rush and then three or four tables, tapering off into quiet as she and the others... though mostly she... cleaned up and closed up. The weather was cooling down, but the rain from the morning had died out. Taking her things from her cubby, Ella made her way out into the alley that would lead her to the street and her long walk home.
Backing out, she twisted the key in the doorknob and tugged it shut, startled upon turning to come face to face with a bear of a man. He was tall, too tall and with a broad frame, solid and strong, he blocked out most of the light from the sodium vapor lamp behind his head.
Heaving a startled yelp, Ella dropped back against the door she had just closed, hand to her chest as she cocked her head up to the man's face. He was smiling, and it wasn't a smile one made for family photos, his grimy teeth bared as he gestured to the purse she had slung over her shoulder.
"...Give it here... and maybe I'll reconsider my curiosity 'bout how loud I can get ya to scream for me..."
This was not what Ezreal was hoping for. Gabriel Pinkard was a repeat offender for a myriad of different crimes all of which related to theft. Ezreal couldn't quite pin point his motives, for he wasn't addicted to drugs and his targets varied from the wealthy to middle class. It was almost as if he had targeted this girl just because she was there, and it complicated matters.
Ezreal peaked out into the alley from behind the dumpster further down and adjusted his bandanna over the lower half of his face. His thumb pressed the call button on his burner cell, the number dialed being the police. Gabe made him nervous targeting a woman. The burly man had never been convicted of rape, but then again that seemed to be a neglected crime by the precinct and often overlooked. The young vigilante was close enough to catch the criminal's words and formulate his connotation.
"Nine-one-one, please state your emergency," a voice chimed softly through his phone. Ezreal put it to his ear and lowered his voice to a whisper.
"I'd like to report an ongoing mugging," he said before giving out the address. He ended the call promptly as a sudden realization hit him. They would never make it in time. Ezreal could possibly follow the man to retrieve and return the girl's belongings, but Gabe's grubby hands outstretched towards her made him incredibly uncomfortable, and he rose from the shadows.
"Hey!" he called out to garner his attention. The hood of Ezreal's jacket provided enough coverage over his eyes to make him appear almost faceless in the darkness.
The bear-like man spun, his dark eyes narrowing, the outstretched hand dropped by Ella's ear, essentially pinning her to the door. She flinched as his gruff voice barked out at the intruder, "Mind your own damn business, punk, or you'll get what's comin' to ya!"
"I think you should mind your own business," Ezreal challenged as he took a step forward. He didn't really think to mask his voice, though it's not like anyone would ever recognize it. He never had to confront anyone vocally during his night life before, and since he was reacting so quickly the thought never crossed his mind. "I've already called the cops. You should run while you have the chance, Gabe." He took slow, careful steps towards the situation as he talked, his hands within the pockets of his jacket to give off the appearance of a possible concealed weapon.
"I ain't done nothin' wrong, yet!" Gabe said with a smirk, looking back down at Ella, who cringed, "...Cops can't arrest someone what ain't broke the law!"
"She doesn't look like she's consenting to anything you have to offer," he pointed out. "So it looks like, if anything, you'll eventually do something illegal. You can thank me later."
"How about thanks, but no thanks." His voice dropped the intonation of amusement and, without moving his arm, he turned again, "Get lost, kid. Before I'm inclined to get angry."
Frustration in the man's stubbornness threw Ezreal into action. Within three methodical steps he was at Gabe's side attempting to push the rather heavy man away from his target. "Back off!"
Gabe was quick, though, for a brute... shifting at the approach with a grunt of frustration. His arm came away from the door and instinctively, or perhaps lacking instinct altogether, Ella tried to bolt. It was a meaty hand that grabbed her wrist and with a squeal she was yanked backwards against the wall of his chest, the breath nearly knocked out of her lungs. Her arm was twisted, looped behind her back at an angle that would undoubtedly feel miserable in a few seconds and as gave a startled gasp, Gabe stepped backwards, eyes narrowed.
"Stupid move, Kid. Stupid! Now you gone and pissed me off! I'd've let her go, too... but now, now I think I'm gonna have find a way to get my good mood back..."
The blonde's gasp ignited fear in the boy's mind. Gabe was easily twice his size both in stature and in weight, and judging by his hold on the girl one wrong move could result in unfortunate injuries for her or worse. Ezreal held out his hands and took a step back, hoping that he could somehow alleviate the escalation.
"Hey, hey. Calm down, buddy." As he spoke, he glanced over to Ella to see if she was okay and to try to assess just how badly Gabe might be hurting her. "There's no need for this. Just let her go. I'll buy you a beer. Or do you just want money?"
There was a significant lack of sirens thus far, the air stagnant in the alley where the distant hum of the city's night life could not quite reach. Ezreal had planned to either scare the mugger off or keep him occupied until the cops arrived, but at this rate they could come to late...or possibly not at all.
Gabe's lips split in an ugly grin and he shrugged, "Not so tough now, are ya. I don't drink beer. I'm a whiskey man. The expensive kind... what comes in glass and all. You get me a bottle and we'll see how loose my grip gets, hmm?"
"I'm not going to just leave you here with her," Ezreal said. "Just you and me go to that bar down the way and I'll get you a whiskey." His eyes stared at Gabe in hope, his hands continued to hover outstretched before him as if to coax the man into submission.
"Ah... But what's to keep you honest? Way I see it, we've got a bit of a standoff here, Kid. So we go to the bar... but I'm keeping my pretty little bit of leverage close in case you try to get stupid again..."
Ella made a soft noise as Gabe tightened his grip, leaning in close, his eyes leaving Ezreal to follow his thick sausage fingers of his free hand as they rose toy with the button at Ella's collar, "You don't mind, do ya sweetheart?"
The hooded vigilante paused for a moment in assessment, his arms lowering to his sides as he straightened his stance. There wasn't much of a choice left but to act. Like a basketball player going for a layup, Ezreal jumped around and onto Gabe's back, hooking his arm around the mugger's neck in as best of a choke hold as he could manage from the man's height. His legs dangled a few feet off the ground, but the hold could still be effective if he could get the angle just right on his throat to cut off circulation.
When Ezreal moved, two things happened. Ella, almost as if she were anticipating what he might do propelled herself forward while stomping backwards with her heel, onto Gabe's toes... and, as this occurred and Ezrael leapt onto his back, Gabe gave a loud, guttural howl and released his grasp on Ella's arm to reach behind him, grabbing wildly. Her foot smashed down, hard and the howl turned into a scream of pain. Ella dropped onto her hands, with nothing left to keep her balanced and in tandem, Gabe stumbled backwards, swinging his arms like a wild ape, cheeks reddening as his air supply was temporarily kinked by the arm round his neck.
Ezreal tried his best to keep his hold, bringing the hand other upward to try and tighten the choke. The man's thick throat proved difficult to be completely effective, but it looked as though the vigilante's efforts were effective as it brought the man stumbling backwards.
"Run!" Ezreal called out to Ella as he continued to occupy Gabe's attention, the man gasping for air. There came a distant sound of sirens several blocks away.
Looking up, eyes wide, Ella frowned. Her gaze darted one way, then the other, but Gabe's crazy flapping around made it impossible to pass by. Soon, however, the enormous man gave a choking cough, sputtering, his face purple, his eyes wide and with a grunt he dropped to his knees, then fell forward onto his face where he lay, unconscious at last.
Amidst the chaos and Gabe's flailing, Ezreal's burner phone had flown from his pocket and skidded across the asphalt several feet away from the tussle. As the large man fell to his knees, Ezreal released his grasp to insure he didn't actually kill the guy. Even then, there was a hesitant pause as he stood over Gabe's unconscious body, and he stooped down to check his pulse on his neck. At least, that's what he tried to do. It was a lot more difficult to find than it looked like in the movies, but the man was breathing.
The sirens grew closer causing a sudden rise in panic in the boy. He looked up at Ella with concern before taking off in the opposite direction of the scene.
Ella watched him run with a detached sense of shock. He'd saved her. There was no way around it. He had saved her, and then he had taken off like a scared rabbit. There was something so familiar... so ironic to the entire thing, but in her state of surprise and confusion she couldn't put her finger on what or why...
Bending down she picked up the phone which had landed by her feet. It had somehow survive being thrown... He wouldn't come back for it, but maybe... maybe there was a way to get it back to him. Tucking it into her purse she looked up to see the lights of the squad car as it pulled to a stop in front of the alley.
It was going to be fantastic... trying to explain what had happened. Just fantastic.
Date:
May 4th,
2015
May 4th,
2015
Time:
Early
Morning
Early
Morning
Weather:
Light rain
55°
Light rain
55°
Event(s):
Currently
none
Currently
none
Roxanne Copper
The Royal Palace Hotel
Her client, sound asleep beside her, his snores rumbling from his wide set nostrils, did not stir as she shifted, her bare feet hitting the plush carpeted floor of the hotel room. She tugged the sheets around herself, and unbidden, a tear slid down her cheek, making a small puddle on her bare thigh. The images faded from her mind, as they often did, but only gone, not forgotten. The atrocities that were committed that day, no matter how hazy the details, would never be forgotten.
A second tear followed the first and Roxie caught it with the back of her hand, brushing her cheek dry. The client had paid in advance, so she had no obligations to stick around, but the idea of leaving the bed, let alone the hotel made her stomach contract, and so she laid back down, her eyes staring blankly into the darkness of the ceiling.
It was another two hours until light bled through the canopy of curtains shut over the window, the foggy haze bringing promises of another rainy dawn. Roxie walked out of the hotel with a splitting headache, but no other remnants of the dream lingered. A cup of coffee and she’d be good as new…
A brisk chill cut through the air and she pulled her sweater down over her hands, shivering. To the left, a car pulled up along the curb, slowing to a crawl beside her. With a sigh, she glanced over, catching sight of the middle aged man behind the wheel, his dark suit and even darker shades giving him the appearance of someone of importance. His sandy hair was cut short, and as he pulled her glasses down to the end of his too-long nose, flat blue eyes stared out at her, his lips curved down in a scowl.
“…John was expecting you at the speech last night…”
“…Sorry, Sugar… Had business. John knows our contract isn’t exclusive. If he wants to reserve time with me, he needs to call me more than two hours in advance.” She straightened and waited, the man frowning thoughtfully, his expression somewhere between bemused and frustrated.
“You’ll be at the masque, though, right?”
“Yeah, Guy. I’ll be there.”
“Alright. Be good, Roxie…”
“You, too, Guy…”
The car pulled off and Roxanne sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Some days, her job was difficult… Other days, it was hell.
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