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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel &amp; Tobias 》// KOA campground // Rebel, Clive, Owen​</div><br/>If there ever was a time where Rachel found it appropriate to scream and stomp her feet out of frustration, it was right fucking now. Every single word that fell from her lips garnered some response - typically in opposition - from Rebel. Rachel scrubbed her hands over her face. Remnants of mascara flaked from her skin and she wiped her hands on her scrub trousers with a look of disdain. Mascara - what a frivolous aspect of her past life.<br/><br/>“Fuck, Rebel, why don’t you go down there and find out instead of offering your<i>what ifs</i>and<i>maybes</i>.” Rachel finally snapped, but not for the first time today. Rebel tirelessly voiced his disagreement, perhaps even trying to rile the woman. It was not a difficult feat. The man seemed to constantly appear at her side without as much as an invitation from the nurse.<br/><br/>Rachel was trying to formulate a plan amongst grown boys who had nothing better to do than interject with their opinions and storytelling. All they needed was a place to lay their head for the night, despite the night being partially over. She was not searching for the approval of any of these men. She simply sought out their guidance built out from experience, not opinion.<br/><br/>Beside her, Tobias spoke with the brothers.<br/><br/>“Three others and two guards.”<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/759971188837fcc404ab09b70810cb36-jpg.127046/" title="759971188837fcc404ab09b70810cb36.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/>“<i>Just about as useful as Rebel</i>.” Rachel thought.<br/><br/>Tobias nodded to Owen and then Clive as they were introduced. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can bring the other three here and leave the guards.”<br/><br/>Her brother’s voice did little to mask the buzzing of Rebel’s voice in her ear.<br/><br/>“You give up? You act as if your opinion matters in the first place.” Rachel responded. The thought that she needed Rebel’s permission to receive direction from these men was laughable. Maybe the funniest thing she had heard all day, beyond Hale’s announcement that they were being given the opportunity for independence. “Your thoughts on our plans are just about as useful as your ability to keep us safe.” Was it so difficult for Rebel to admit that moving on would be their best option - with or without Clive and his brother? Rebel didn’t confidently know who the shooter was, he could only surmise as to the reason for the shots.<br/><br/>“You claim there are people out there that will put us to work. It is clear that you meant the men will work the drug fields and the women will work the beds.” The nurse stared daggers at the man, her stare perhaps hidden by the darkness around them. “I am not demanding that Clive and Owen rescue us. But they are our only hope.” She wet her lips and shook her head. “I am asking for their help because they know this area. If it frustrates you that badly, then by all means, point me in the direction of one of those beds because that is exactly where I will end up without their help. You are sabotaging our chance for safety, Rebel. Does that make you happy?”<br/><br/>Instead of a response, Rachel heard the same rustling sound that incited a sudden response in Rebel. The man reached for his belt and Tobias yanked Rachel back as Clive charged forward. Rachel snapped her eyes shut as Clive’s weapon cracked through Clair’s skull. Blood poured from the wound and her body collapsed to the ground. Rachel waited until she heard the thump of the body weight before she opened her eyes to the unfortunate scene<br/><br/>“Clair, yes.” Tobias swallowed, glancing down at the dead body before he blinked and returned his gaze to the brothers. “Not one of the three.” They needed to make their party as small as possible. Those that had managed to make it to the KOA in one piece were not all his responsibility. There were others scattered around the park that would soon be left to fend for themselves. Maybe Tobias could leave the bag for them and pay his luck forward.<br/><br/>“Deliberate? What do you mean deliberate?” Owen’s observation didn’t make sense.<br/><br/>“It means someone attacked her.” The voice came from down the path. "Someone human."