αℓєχ υ∂ιησν ஜ knows how to live with the pain (russiandoll) wrote in badbloodrp, @ 2013-11-08 09:47:00 |
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It started out as an ordinary day at Rousseau's. Alex had come in early to help Sophie prep for lunch. She didn't mind the extra hours. Anything that kept her busy was good. She appreciated it. And it wasn't like she couldn't use the money here. She didn't have access to her fortune, but that was fine. Alex hadn't ever really wanted it anyway. But here, in order to survive, it was necessary to keep a job. And it kept her from succumbing to her...less healthy urges. Sophie was in the kitchen working on the gumbo. It was popular, a staple of this place, here. Alex was making sure things were nice and clean and everything would be ready. Fridays could be quite the lunch rush, especially. And they were a little short handed now that Ruby had disappeared. It seemed like people were being sent home, but no one knew how or why. Alex definitely wished she could have been sent back home, but that didn't seem possible right now. She was still here. And she felt pretty useless, so at least doing her job helped with that. She was lost in thought when she heard Sophie scream from the kitchen. She probably should have left then, but instinct told her to go and check on Sophie. Some masked people were there, trying to drag her away or something. Alex jumped in to help her fight them off. But there were too many of them. And Alex didn't have a gun right now. She figured it would be frowned upon if she brought one to work. In the end, she hadn't been able to win, and she had gotten her head slammed off the counter, hard enough to knock the little brunette out. Blood pooled on the floor, matting her hair. And Sophie too was knocked out and dragged away. Alex woke up an hour later, alone and kind of confused on what had happened. Why would anyone have wanted to kidnap Sophie? She felt like a failure, because she hadn't been able to save the other girl. And she had no idea where they might have taken Sophie, or why. Her head was pounding, and she probably looked as bad as she felt. She pulled herself to her feet, leaning on the counter for support. She'd been in worse fights, but not since she'd been here. She felt like she was one big bruise. Alex pulled her phone out, to let people know what happened. She could have called the cops, she supposed. But that hadn't been instinct in a long time. And here was so different, she didn't think they'd be able to do anything. So she would just announce it on the network and hope someone would answer that could help. Today was shaping up to be a really, really bad day. |