Who: Brielle / Poison Ivy
What: Memories Plot
Where: Brielle's apartment.
Things to avoid: Nothing!
Mornings were preferable, when the sunlight poured in through windows with no curtains and bounced bright off of white walls. She liked the barren living room with the ferns spilling down the windowsill. She liked the cream color of the carpet with its sporadic stains of dirt and water leakage, casualties to the potted flowers and saplings that she'd pushed into most corners. Brielle had spent most of this morning on the phone with her lawyer, organizing the details of a restraining order against her husband, as discussed with Luke. The lawyer gave her instructions for how to file with the local police department, but he followed up with some harrowing news. David's accounts, which she'd been drawing money from in order to pay for the necessities of rent and lawyer fees, had become recently frozen. It would seem that the divorce papers had hit a nerve, and while the lawyer apologized, Brielle was going to have to find new council. She couldn't afford his retainer. Brielle ended the phone call with a thank you of understanding, and she sat cross-legged on the floor for a long minute. A glance to the glass of water beside her proved empty, and it was upon rising that everything began to slip. It felt like a drop in blood pressure, the way vision blurs and your stomach ends up somewhere down by your feet. Swallowing, she staggered, dropping the empty glass rather harmlessly onto the carpet along the way.
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