Closed RP Inside of the House

[Crow]

There was no denying it. Not anymore. Sam was tired. She was tired and she was tired of being tired. After her hunt with Adelyn, she’d been so thoroughly done that she’d slept a full eight hours. Knowing where Todd was was a help. Adelyn had been incredible, and she would owe so much to the girl forever. But that was the second thing on her mind that day. She had gotten a texted invite to her normal phone from Mary. Mary, who’s family she had killed.

She sighed as she walked from where she had parked the Bug, a few blocks away in a nice neighborhood, and scratched the back of her messy curls. She’d taken a long shower and spent a few extra minutes working on recovering her hair after the last few weeks. The curls weren’t perfect ringlets, but they were closer to that than the frizzy, stringy mess they had been. She was at least presentable, even with the dark circles that hadn’t faded from her frenzied time looking for her soulmate. Between that and the nice sweater and skirt she wore, she was hoping that she could pass off for being put together that day.

She slowed down as she looked ahead. She could feel a lot of vibrations coming from the building she was approaching, but what was more concerning was the two armed guards outside. One of them was watching her, but the other wasn’t. And the one watching her was watching like he knew who she was.

Her secret identity had never really been secret in the areas she worked in. A good vigilante was unidentifiable. Sam was not that. With her wild orange curls, her face full of freckles, and eyes that matched her gold lenses on her mask- it was hard to hide who she was. If he knew her, though, it was as Phoenix. Not as Crow, her new costume and identity, thanks to the folks at Dual Flame. She could say without lying she wasn’t Phoenix. Because she wasn’t, anymore.

Surprisingly, the guard didn’t say a word or try to stop her as she started into the building and up the stairs, following the signs. The building was fully gutted, with exposed support beams to widen rooms. She swallowed, trying to pinpoint Mary’s vibrations in all the sensory noise. After a moment, she didn’t need to. She could hear her voice, echoing through the building. She followed it.​

 

[Ira]

There were no anti-meta militiamen past the fourth floor. It wasn't that there wasn't a sense of danger or a need to protect their leader. Mary even had many arguments with her most trusted subordinates, Bill and Avery being the most vocal, as to why she could not allow them onto the fifth floor without her explicit permission. It always boiled down to, in the end, 'If you trust me, you'll do as I ask.' And they did.

Today, things would change. As Sam began climbing the stairs, she'd hear Mary clearly having an intense shouting match.

"NO! NO NO F*CKING NO! DO YOU'S HEAR ME?! I'M FED UP WITH THIS!"

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"Our DEAL?! I DON'T NEED YOU! I NEVER NEEDED YOU!"

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"DON'T CALL ME THAT! LISTEN TO ME YOU WORTHLESS MONSTER-!"

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"THEN LEAVE! GO AWAY! GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!"

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"I DON'T NEED YOU! I NEVER NEEDED YOU!"

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As if to punctuate her statement, Mary shot putted a four-foot piece of rebar through the nearest wall. The metal rod drove through a stud and snapped it in half, reducing some of the support to the wall above. Not enough to be a problem, but enough to look awful. The walls around Mary's 'office' floor were still partially drywalled, so no one walking in the hallway could see directly inside. Unfortunately, even the insulation wasn't enough to dampen Mary's screaming and throwing.

Then, if Sam hadn't yet knocked on the steel door to Mary's office, Sam would certainly hear the other woman begin sobbing. It was loud, ugly crying. But, perhaps if Sam was attuned enough to these sorts of things, she'd know it wasn't from grief. Mary was breaking down, surely, but in relief.