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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Veronica Sterling</span><br/><b>Time:</b>July 20th, Early afternoon<br/><b>Location: </b>Darke Manor, Casoria, Italy<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DbOcXB_Kj0BE%26list%3DRDBevws2UDtpw%26index%3D9&amp;hash=11f42e412a370a511e7234302ec29c9c" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOcXB_Kj0BE&amp;list=RDBevws2UDtpw&amp;index=9" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">115 - Elena Siegman</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>As picture, plus Tristan's jacket<br/><b>Tagging: </b>Auriella (<a class="username" data-user-id="10864" data-username="Anaris" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10864/">Anaris</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Vincent<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Even Auriella's slight motions towards her gun caused red lights and sirens to flash inside Veronica's brain. The woman wasn't even going to wait for her guard to go down... And she couldn't very well kill her mother just minutes after meeting her. Even if it was all a lie, Auriella had shown her kindness and love despite the damage that surrounded Veronica.<br/><br/>And then, Auriella slid the pistol toward her, giving up her obvious defense. Maybe she had a backup gun on her ankle, or was hiding one behind her... No, there was too much care in her movements. They were calculated, sure, but only so Veronica could see everything she did. The ashen-haired girl swallowed hard, picking up the gun in a similarly slow manner as Auriella spoke, quickly unloading the magazine and clearing the chamber, then sliding the firearm back across the floor.<br/><br/>The magazine, on the other hand, zipped behind Veronica and shotputted itself into the wall. No force of nature or human interaction had any hope of unsticking the magazine from the wall, shy of Veronica's power, but that too was simply a calculated display, this time from daughter to mother. For now, Veronica was willing to trust Auriella, but wanted the older woman to know that she was capable of immediate violence if necessary.<br/><br/>And then Veronica registered the words coming from Auriella's mouth. She tried to wipe away the blood on her cheek, only serving to smear it instead. She felt even more uneasy now... Nobody had ever cared that she was a bloody mess before, not like that. It was always screaming from victims as she proudly wore their loved ones' blood, or Vincent giving her praise when she first proved to be a barely emotional killing machine. Blood had been a badge of honor to her, a signal to others to stay out of her way or pay the price...<br/><br/>And a hot meal too... Veronica couldn't remember the last time warm food had been cooked for her. Her own skills in the kitchen were rudimentary at best. Enough to survive in a pinch, but she relied heavily on microwave dinners and premade meals from the oven. Her meal today had just been fast food, and she barely counted that as someone else cooking for her. There was no love in that, just a wage slave doing their job.<br/><br/>"I guess I could use some clean clothes... Other than the jacket, I've been wearing these for... When was the 10th?" Veronica replied. She blushed slightly, suddenly becoming aware of how unladylike she had become with time. In her desperate attempt to rebel against her father, to reclaim his praise and attention, she had been laser focused on killing for months, only stopping when her body could no longer handle existing. It was a miracle her hair still looked decent, but Veronica was sure brushing it would be as painful as ever.<br/><br/>And then her stomach growled softly, telling Auriella that food was a good idea too. "Just promise me... If we go home together, you won't lock me up too..." She pleaded. It wasn't like she had ever been put in a cage or told to stay in her room. At least, not since she learned etiquette enough to no longer need timeouts. But Vincent's order to stay at that mansion, alone... It was more powerful than any lock Veronica had ever encountered. And it completely broke her... until she broke her promise with him.