Post by The Anarchist on Jul 16, 2018 23:42:25 GMT -5
OOC: I prefer to keep the followers how I always had them. So I'm solving a creative conflict.
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“Where is she?”
Seromine impatiently watches time dwindle away. There was a flight that needed to be caught, but not everyone was accounted for. Destiny restlessly moves her foot while having her right leg crossed over the other.
Evelyn was nowhere to be found. In fact, she hadn’t checked in since they introduced her to the others.
“I should’ve known better. This is my fault. Sorry, babe. I thought---”
Destiny pauses with a sigh. Seromine puts a comforting arm around her. They were still at home in Anaheim as this goes on.
“Don’t beat yourself up. Evelyn is a grown woman. She knows what she's doing.”
Before a response can be had, Destiny receives a phone call. Guess who? Seromine shoots straight up, but Destiny denies him the opportunity as she moves into another room. Seromine cracks his knuckles while trying his best to find his inner peace. There were three opponents who should be at the forefront of his mind. None of them easy to put down for the count or submission.
Destiny’s scorching anger was filling every nook and cranny of the home. No less than ten minutes would be lost before she comes walking out with the very dress and apron Evelyn had last worn. Seromine takes one look and instantly has the only answer he needs.
“She's sorry, but was afraid to tell us she changed her mind.”
“How in the world did she leave that here?” Seromine quizzes while pointing at the dress.
“She gave it to Kristen before she left for my mom’s house.”
He sighs.
"Unbelievable."
“So...now what?”
“We have to get to the airport. I’ll have the others find a replacement before they come to the show."
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“Where is she?”
Seromine impatiently watches time dwindle away. There was a flight that needed to be caught, but not everyone was accounted for. Destiny restlessly moves her foot while having her right leg crossed over the other.
Evelyn was nowhere to be found. In fact, she hadn’t checked in since they introduced her to the others.
“I should’ve known better. This is my fault. Sorry, babe. I thought---”
Destiny pauses with a sigh. Seromine puts a comforting arm around her. They were still at home in Anaheim as this goes on.
“Don’t beat yourself up. Evelyn is a grown woman. She knows what she's doing.”
Before a response can be had, Destiny receives a phone call. Guess who? Seromine shoots straight up, but Destiny denies him the opportunity as she moves into another room. Seromine cracks his knuckles while trying his best to find his inner peace. There were three opponents who should be at the forefront of his mind. None of them easy to put down for the count or submission.
Destiny’s scorching anger was filling every nook and cranny of the home. No less than ten minutes would be lost before she comes walking out with the very dress and apron Evelyn had last worn. Seromine takes one look and instantly has the only answer he needs.
“She's sorry, but was afraid to tell us she changed her mind.”
“How in the world did she leave that here?” Seromine quizzes while pointing at the dress.
“She gave it to Kristen before she left for my mom’s house.”
He sighs.
"Unbelievable."
“So...now what?”
“We have to get to the airport. I’ll have the others find a replacement before they come to the show."