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Post by Naru on Oct 25, 2020 14:51:03 GMT -6
(Just starting from where we are)
Mimi pulled her shirt down over her gun, strolling outside and towards the club, trying to stay casual, as though only going for a walk to get acquainted with the area, despite it being the evening.
Itsumi was back in Skyla's house, just sitting quietly in living room. She was silent, unmoving in the dimly lit room as she was lost in her thoughts, but also listening. A small pile of cameras and wire taps sat before her on the coffee table, after she conveniently found one of the hidden cameras while she was cleaning. This spurred a rapid sweep of the house, and a quick silencer thrown together to wipe out any that she missed, that was active and humming quietly on the table next to the pile.
Tyler observed the small pack, looking like nothing more than a matchbox, but within were tiny strips of very thin paper. He recognized them immediately, a more discrete way for him to see Violet again. He placed one on his finger, before placing it against his tongue, where it dissolved quickly. He laid back, pocketing the matchbox, and closed his eyes as he waited for the effects to kick in.
Skyla rubbed her face, her head throbbing in time with her heartbeat as she tried to adjust to being awake and not drunk. A quick glance at her too bright clock told her she'd slept the entire day away, and on the floor no less. She picked up her shirt, tossing it on the bed as she stood, brushing herself down of any dirt from the floor, before sitting down on the bed with her head on her hands. The cold chill of the underground was somewhat soothing against her bare skin, but it did little to detract from the events of the evening before.
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