<div style="text-align: center">《Sou》<br/>
<i>Inside her room in the resort</i>​</div><br/>Rebel had been mad at her for staying out all night. Maybe this was something he had done to punish her. Sou's anger seethed through her picture-perfect teeth as she rummaged around the overflowing sink counter, sliding bottles of nearly spent lotions and make up around, looking for the small satchel of –<i>there it was!</i><br/><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/640px-hoyeon_jung_milan_fashion_week_autumn_winter_2019-jpg.121219/" title="640px-Hoyeon_Jung_Milan_Fashion_Week_Autumn_Winter_2019.jpg">
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</div>Her dainty fingers plucked the tiny clear pouch from among the pile. She swept the bottles aside with her forearm, clearing a spot on the counter where she could tap-tap a small pile of powder onto the tile. Finding a credit card whose usefulness was reduced to this, she drew a line with the powder before flattening one side of her nose and inhaling through the other. The sensation of completeness filled her, spread across the front of her brain like liquor, and wrapped around the back of her head.<br/><br/><i>'That's better.'</i>She licked her finger and pressed it on the remnants of the powder, then licked her finger clean, rubbing some of the residue across her gums. She was ready to go speak to Mr. Hale, now. She'd figure out this mistake, they'd have a laugh, and maybe there would be wine involved. Hell, she'd suck him off in the lobby if he wanted her to. The thought of being outside was inhumane. She hadn't been outside since this whole thing went down, and she had no desire to. Abendblume was her world now. She might not be a media darling any longer, but she could be one here, where the population was slowly growing.<br/><br/>Curling her fingers against her scalp to lift her hair, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror.<i>'I'm hot,'</i>she thought.<i>"I can make this work." </i>Every man had their weakness. She just had to figure out what Hale would want to keep her here.<br/><br/>Checking her backside in the reflection, she reached back and lifted her cheeks to make them fill her pants better, then grabbed her overly-large sunglass and slid them on, as she left the room to find her mark.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">《Rebel》<br/>
<i>Outside the Abendblume main building</i>​</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/12-jpg.121220/" title="12.jpg">
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</div>Rebel couldn't believe this was really happening. First the announcement, then bloodletting. They were serious enough to actually kill one of their own, and he felt stuck between enforcing the whims of their leader and what justice demanded. But there were no more courts, no more law; this was basically the Wild, Wild West with very little separating the haves and the have-nots except the rule of the strongest.<br/><br/>For whatever reason, he tagged along as Armando began to locate family and friends for those concerned. At Armando's announcement that provisions were at the gates, Rebel turned to the others.<br/><br/>"Listen, Mr. Hale's announcement was that people had to leave today, not<i>right now,</i>" he said. "Don't panic. Breathe, take time to access what you have that you might want to take, and let's get everyone to meet outside the gates to make a plan. Stay in a group."<br/><br/>He thought about his job and how that might affect those cast outside. "You have time to do this right. Don't panic."<br/><br/>And for God's sake, don't raise your voice around Hale's trigger happy lackeys.<br/><br/>There were family units, like Ezra and Anise, who would be better off than the older single ones who had no one to look out for their welfare. He remembered studying the Donner Party in college. Those without a family were the ones who died first. This would be no different. He needed to get into his 'uniform' and get down to the gates.<br/><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/jonathan-gyllstad-jpg.121218/" title="jonathan gyllstad.jpg">
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</div>He saw Dan Thompson jogging towards him, the blond's blue eyes reflecting the same worry and confusion that most of the residents of Abendblume wore. "Hey we're gathering up," Dan said. "Meet us at the main gate."<br/><br/>"What do you mean, 'gathering up'?"<br/><br/>"Escorting the groups down to the river camp. That'll give them a defensible spot for the night," he rested his hands on his waist and inhaled, thinking the same thing that Rebel was. If they could survive a few days, maybe someone could talk some sense into Hale. If not…well, they'd deal with it then.<br/><br/>"Hale's okay with that?"<br/><br/>Dan smirked. "He didn't say they<i>couldn't</i>be there. What's not illegal is permissible, right?" They'd had a couple of discussions about law; it seemed that Dan had paid attention. He smacked Rebel's arm as he began to turn to go. "Sorry about Sou," he said. "I saw her heading over to Hale's office – she's angry as a wet cat over the decision. You might need to avoid that area if you don't want to be pulled in and cast out like some of the others."