somewhere in del sol valley 3:45pm
after a LONG and dramatic summary, eden has finally caught up with with anthony, (yes THE anthony, the guy the author has been vagueing about for months). hearing about your ex's slow and steady decline is not something you want to get into on your ONE day off, but anthony, doesn't have a choice...
eden: (inhales sharply)....and that's where we are at.
she fidgets while waiting for a response
eden: a-are you there? because you've listened to me talk for like, an hour and i don't know if the call dropped or...
she hears a stifled laugh on the other line
eden: (frowns) that's not the response i expected.
anthony: (snickers) i'm sorry i've been holding that in, but this is a lot. what you told me could be like, at least a 2 season arc on some cw show.
eden: (smirks) i know.
anthony: i mean. it sounds like something she'd do and yeah i truly feel for her but at the same time, i'm having trouble getting over the fact that tabs was having an affair with a man that was alive when cars had no seat belts.
eden: (stifles laughter) dude, this is serious
anthony: yes. it's serious...
he begins to snicker again
anthony: serious...elder abuse.... so she met this guy at work? was he yelling at a copy machine the way old men do when they're frustrated at technology?
eden: (smiles) no he's a huge donor to the private school she's working at (pauses) or was working at. he's a part of their board of directors or some shit.
anthony: damn. you know it's a rich kid school when it's ran like a fortune 500 company....
eden: yeah. according to her, they met while they worked together for the winter pageant for the school...
anthony: that corny talent show that takes over the meadows every winterfest? they got all those rich people singing off-key in the snow. work goes into that?!
eden: (smirks) yes well, it's gotten better and that's tabs' doing. working together on the winter program got her involved with other projects and um, then they started meeting more and more...and well, this happened...
anthony: (shakes head) what did she think the end result was going to be?
eden: she thought it'd work out, he'd leave his wife and kids that were (dramatic mockingly) "bleeding him dry" and they'd get to travel the world (muffled laughter) while having lots of weird, aggressive, and passionate sex
anthony: (disgusted) ok see, i don't need to hear about this old man blowing my ex's back out. you could have left that last detail out.
eden: (smirks) i easily could have but today, we are sharing this ridiculous burden, my dude.
anthony: (looks down) anyways, i guess coming out here was the only option since i know she's not telling her parents about any of this. and the feng skynet doesn't reach out here. think he has other dirt on this guy already?
eden: i'm thinking no. at least not solid dirt. tabs would be that solid bit of dirt he could use in a pinch. with some gentle manipulation (ie a subtle threat if we're talking about carson's family), she'd tell her story...
anthony: ...only to get completely dragged over it. i still cannot believe that worm is that type of rich but...it does make sense.
eden: what do you mean?
anthony: (smirks) i didn't think dressing up skinny rich people up really paid all that much. like any time i go to some industry party, i'm fully capable of dressing myself because no one really cares who the fuck i am. i just thought he sold drugs, or was some gigolo or some dumb bullshit. is it weird to say that it's a relief that he's just...regular rich?
she tilts her head
eden: you know what...no...not at all.
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The Capitol was already freezing in January, and despite being well nestled at the center of the Tower, the heating had sputtered and died on the sixth floor in the early hours of the first morning.
Jubilee hadn’t been sleeping anyways- how could she?- and jumped at the opportunity to investigate. The wiring in the control panel seemed to be hooked up to some larger system elsewhere, so wrapped in a thick hoodie, she tracked down a toolbox under her floor’s sink and followed the likely leads out into one of the main, shared halls.
The metal panel had been bolted shut, but no worries- she got the lock picked in under a minute, and tongue between her teeth, flashlight pinned between her cheek and shoulder, started carefully sorting through the wiring for the disconnect. She was pretty sure she found it after only a few minutes, but found her hands stuck holding the offending wiring and head stuck holding the flashlight. Fortunately, someone rounded the corner, and she called, nudging the toolbox with her foot, “Little help? Pliers?”
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"Here, Merry Christmas. -- Hopefully it doesn't disappoint you for not being alcohol this time." Sarcasm aside, cladded digits offered an ebony box with a cerulean bow weaved around it. Subsequent to Fang untying, & popping the lid, she'd be greeted with a rather intricate blade. The entirety of the weapon been mostly black, aside from the golden details etched into the handle along with the precipitants name. -- Apparently, this year, she didn't withhold on the pizzazz.
Fang wasn't expecting anything grand as she was given the gift. Opening it, she was left with her jaw slack and open in complete silence. There were words stirring in her brain but none came out from her tongue as she handled the new weapon to great care.
With a quick shift of her right hand, the weapon was removed from its sheath and left to be tested away from harming anyone for a moment. The balance was precise and felt like an extension of her arm. She had no idea that was what her good friend had been up with with asking certain questions months prior.
In time, the weapon was properly put away while Fang embraced Olivier in a firm hug. "Thank you."
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