<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FT0LnKc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Seatle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Shae, Elijah, Kumiho<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Panic<br/><hr/><i>Shit, shit, shit</i>. It finally happened. After seven whole damn years it<i>finally</i>happened and she had no idea how to fix it.<br/><br/>Oh,<i>Womb Emergency's</i>concert had gone down without a hitch, of course. That wasn't the problem. That wasn't why she'd grabbed Shae and dragged the woman all the way back to their hotel room in such a rush like she had. Nor was it the reason why she was<i>tweaking the fuck out</i>while shoving all their shit back into their bags with little damn care of whose shit was whose! The fact of the matter was... Dara had fucked up,<i>royally</i>. You had to know it'd happen eventually. Even<i>she</i>knew she'd eventually fuck herself over but somehow she just hadn't expected to so terribly fuck over her sister in the process.<br/><br/>It all started over seven years ago, back before<i>The Incident</i>that she and Shae<i>never</i>spoke about anymore - After all, telling Shae over and over again that it hadn't been her fault only seemed to make her worse in the end. So rather than make her think about it constantly, Dara had just dropped it. If Shae wanted to discuss, she'd bring it up - right? Regardless, that wasn't the point here. The point was that Dara - or<i>Harmony Pitushka</i>- was a wanted criminal. Her wanted resume as of this date consisted of two counts of grand theft auto, kidnapping,<i>murder</i>and being a filthy<i>Evolved</i>- whether or not she had actually committed any of these crimes were still up for discussion. Well, with anyone but the police and Tac 6, at least.<br/><br/>Speaking of the police, she was pretty sure they'd be breathing down her neck at any moment - if they weren't already. Which they were. She had no idea that there were already a few officers stationed outside of the cheap hotel, waiting and watching. Oh no, they didn't plan on entering the building any time soon. They were strictly keeping to orders, after all. This was a<i>Tac 6</i>affair, and they weren't about to deprive their wives and family of a pay check by trying to tango with murderous infected. They were strictly there to observe and report - to keep headquarters informed on the movements of these scumbags until Tac 6 either showed up or gave them alternative orders.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Dara was still busy panicking.  "He saw me.<i>Oh god, he <b>saw</b> me.</i>" She'd repeated a few times over by now - backstage, in the car, a few times in this very room... "STUPID! STUPID!" She paused long enough to beat at the sides of her skull in abject frustration. "Why do you have to be such a<i>bitch</i>, Dara?!" She seethed at herself, trying not to let the tears stinging at her eyes spring free.<br/><br/>There was a<i>reason</i>Dara and Shae had been so happy to travel with<i>Womb Emergency</i>. It wasn't just because they were generally awesome people and the work was fun as hell, but because they constantly moved and stayed out of North East and Central USA. The chances of running into anyone they knew were pretty damn slim, and they liked those odds! Of course luck would have it that the first person she'd ran into since her<i>never discussed</i>childhood would be one of those unfortunate people she'd taken her misplaced anger out on as a moody, bitchy teenager.<br/><br/>It didn't matter that the fucker spotted her and looked at her with such notably sadistic satisfaction, the fact that she'd proceeded to pummel the fuck out of him in a crowded room full of people in a sudden panic really didn't make her look to innocent either. When she'd finally come to her senses she'd at least had the mind enough to find her sister and<i>GTFO</i>. "I'm sorry, Shae. I'm so fuckin' sorry!" She wheezed out, the brine finally escaping as she raced around like a mad woman looking for their stashed savings - the savings they'd honestly hoped they'd never have to use.