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</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 22px">NAME: Adaleigh Christine Daughtry</span></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Alias: </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Cabal Red, too many personal aliases to list<br/>
<b>Primary Nicknames</b>: AC, Addy<br/>
<b>Age: </b>26<br/>
<b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 @ ~12:00pm<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Outside the Manor =&gt; Manor Entrance =&gt; Operations Room<br/>
<b>Wearing: </b>See Picture<br/>
<b>Mood Music:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DiC7wWFQUUqU%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D17&amp;hash=3dabc10ad39631c48e3999c037b3a45a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC7wWFQUUqU&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=17" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Coming Home</a><br/>
<b>Tagging: </b>Chris (<a class="username" data-user-id="9607" data-username="cressray" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a>), Kenji (<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>), Emmy (<a class="username" data-user-id="4962" data-username="BetterThanNone" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4962/">BetterThanNone</a>)<br/>
<b>Mentioning: </b>None directly</span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Chris. The redhead realized after hearing the voice call out to her. Of course it had to be Chris... If there was anyone who was going to make sure AC stuck around a little longer, it was him. Still, Addy wanted to hug the older guy who had been around through most of her life. Then, she remembered...he had trusted her...and she had failed him... AC's heart sank as she heard Chris's soft approach to telling her she needed to give this thing a chance again.<br/>
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Then her lips curled up as a chuckle escaped her throat. Her hand lifted in a motion intended to indicate that the redhead didn't want any of the cigarettes. At least she knew the "older brother" of the family still wasn't perfect either.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You're gonna corrode your lungs with those things, plantboy."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> AC teased sarcastically as though not a day had gone by since the last time they had seen each other. It was Chris's smirk at that comment that finally mind up the redhead's mind. Shaking her head and turning her chin slightly down towards her shoulder, the ginger returned the smile. Adaleigh Daughtry was coming home.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">"Besides, aren't you supposed to be a 'good influence' on me?"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> She continued, using her fingers to put quotation marks around the words "good influence".  referring to the older guy's consistent pursuit to be the older brother of the family. They both knew, however, that AC didn't view Chris like an older brother. As much as the redhead had bonded with all of her "siblings," she had also been too old not to remember the family she had before the hospital was destroyed. She could never replace that family, not truly.<br/>
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It was during this exchange that another familiar voice brought AC's memories back to running around a hospital, carefree. Then the surprise that Mother brought home when she was fifteen. It was the voice of one of her best friends...one of the Musketeers...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Kenji!"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> AC cried out, her small smile widening across her face, diminishing some of her "badass" attitude. The girl, who had been leaning against her motorcycle through most of her exchange with Chris, suddenly jumped to her feet. Without a moment's hesitation, the redhead pounced onto Kenji in a huge hug. For a moment, Addy had truly forgotten that he too had been abandoned when she chose to leave...</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">"I mean 'hi.'"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> Addy said, pulling herself back as she remembered what she had done. Straightening out her leather jacket and black shirt, Addy's smile vanished into a look of regret as the memory hit her again. It had just been Kenji, Chris, and Emmy at the time. Tristan had abandoned them again in his hunts for Alissa. That night, AC couldn't handle it anymore. Mother was dead, everyone else had left, the Cabal was falling apart, and...it was all her fault. Waiting until everyone had fallen asleep, AC had disappeared without a word to anybody. Sure, she had thought about going back...She had thought about it a few times. But how could they ever forgive her, when she couldn't forgive herself... She had held some resentment for everyone who had abandoned them before... And then she went and abandoned them...<br/>
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Turning towards the Manor once more, Addy pulled herself from the dark memory. It really was time, wasn't it? After all these years, she would finally reenter the house which turned her into a woman...a hero to some...and gave her a new family and her best friends. She would finally see her family again...live her life again... She would have people who cared about her again... She would finally be home! After all these years, she would no longer feel alone... Or would she?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"The only thing that's crazy is that we ever left in the first place."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> Regaining her confidence and determination, the redhead picked her head up, put her shoulders back, and strode up to the old door of her childhood home. It was beautiful, decorated to look like a wooden door of older days. Mother always did have an eye for detail, surrounding the red, wooden door in old, grey stones. The house looked unassuming but all three of them knew the secrets that lay inside. All three of them were part of that secret, a bond that AC still could not understand the full power of. With a final deep inhale, the redhead grabbed the handle and pushed the door open to find...<br/>
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That the life of the house had darkened even more since she left. The bright ray of hope that shone through the darkest of times stormed angrily up the stairs in front of her. It was clear to the redhead who lost everything when she was just 8 years old that her beautiful gem of a baby sister had been corrupted by the darkness and hate of tremendous loss and trauma. Had Adaleigh caused this? Could she have stopped this?<br/>
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Looking back at the two "brothers" who had driven her to this doorway, a realization came upon the young woman. As much as she wanted to catch up with them, her sister needed her more than she needed forgiveness. Besides, if Addy had anyone she needed to beg forgiveness from...it was Emmy. And in this state, AC doubted a coddling brother would be the best thing for her upset sister. So, badly though she wanted to stay with Kenji and Chris, she searched for any sort of distraction for the two and it was easily found.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Hey, it sounds like some of the family is hanging out in the music room. Why don't you guys go check it out and I'll catch up with you later? I have something I have to do first."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> The ginger spit out, before dashing off without offering either a second to respond.<br/>
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When AC turned around to find her sister again, she had only barely caught a glimpse of the young girl's dark clothes disappearing around a corner. That was enough, though. AC's memory of the house kicked in and she knew exactly where to go. Taking off at a sprint, Addy dared not pay any attention to the siblings in the music room. She couldn't allow herself any distraction from supporting Emmy, be that by taking the hits Addy herself had wanted to dish out when everything had been stolen from her or being the ear to listen that Terry and Chris had provided to her.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">"Do you want to hit me? I can take it..."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> The redhead said in the most soothing voice she could muster when she finally caught up to her raven-haired sister. Although AC had made great relationships with most of the family, this was new to her. She had been great at figuring out the best path and even second and third option when it came to missions. She had been a strong fighter and loved to both play with and train with her siblings. She had been protective of the family and even tried to support Emmy for as long as she could after Mother's death. But getting involved when one of them had a problem and didn't come to her? That was a new one...Still, it seemed Emmy needed someone who could understand...or at least who could try to...</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">"Or scream? I'll scream with you if that's what you need. Cry? I'm right here."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"> The ginger went on, taking a short beat between each question. After a deep breath, Adaleigh sat on the table in front of Emmy and pulled her legs beneath her. AC stiffened, almost expected to hear Mother scold her for sitting on the table again. But the scold never came. Brushing a loose red strand out of her face, Addy softened for her baby sister. All she could think of was the night she herself had lost everything and the devastation that had rained down on her.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">"Look, I know there is nothing I can do to fix everything you've gone through...everything <i>we've </i>put you through... But if there's anything I can do to try, even just to support you in this moment, name it."</span></span>