<div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Addressing: Marcia, Dr. Frasier <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b-jpg.133067/" title="91203a8d88c449c3b5acbaccccbcf48b.jpg">
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</div>Everything that Marcia asked for was reasonable. Rebel could have Armando's back; that was something he was good at. He could also share with him what Hale had said, and they could plan together. Just because Alvaro was in charge now didn't mean that it would remain that way, and Rebel figured he could have more than one iron in the fire.<br/><br/>He just had to keep himself from being laid upon the anvil.<br/><br/>He nodded solemnly at her request that he support Armando, and at the question about Sou, he hesitated. "I never got to ask her," he said. "Everything was happening so fast that she was already gone before I found her." He didn't mention that they'd been fighting. It hurt enough that Marcia was right about him refusing to see what was right in front of him. He didn't want to believe there was anything wrong, so he couldn't see it.<br/><br/>"I'll come by in the morning if that's okay," he said. "Tomorrow we'll talk and see where that takes us." He found out what room they were in, then made his way back into the communal areas of the main building. After picking up the list from Dan, he went back to his room to clear it out of the memories.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.dailymail.co.uk%2F1s%2F2022%2F02%2F28%2F16%2F54648875-10551621-image-a-37_1646065182551.jpg&amp;hash=bb641f206f9af0c935685ee21ab7ba88" title="54648875-10551621-image-a-37_1646065182551.jpg">
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</div>There was so much of Sou's belonging strewn about the room it was hard to see where the bed ended and the floor began. Little by little he sorted through the mess. Her clothes went back into suitcases to be washed by the laundresses and redistributed. Same with her makeup, perfumes, hair dryers and curlers; everything she might need had been packed, as if they had intended to stay for a month instead of a long weekend.<br/><br/>He found a small stack of pills in a bubble pack and almost tossed them aside until he noticed the weekdays on them, and the different coloration behind one of the rows. Turning them over he saw only silver; there was no identifying marks on them. Frowning, he gathered them up and headed down to the clinic, heart beating angrily, the frown on his face making more people move aside then when he meant them to for crowd control.<br/><br/>"What's this?" Rebel tossed the packets in front of Doctor Frasier. "What kind of pills are these?" He was beginning to have a sinking suspicion, but in his experience birth control pills were always in a circular disc, not in a rectangular package. "Is this birth control?" he accused. "Why did Sou have birth control?"<br/><br/>He paced in front of the doctor's desk, hands on his hips as he tried to fathom what it meant. "Why did Sou have birth control pills if she had an IUD? And don't give me any of that patient privacy crap; she's gone. She's not your patient anymore."