Re: marvel log: elliott, cee, & cris
Phone in her back pocket and she pressed send, one of those constant relays that she'd told Cris would ensure that everything was fine. She wasn't sure that she really expected Cris to believe that everything was fine or nothin, she didn't believe it herself. And whether it was determined or happenstance, Cerise was walking just toward Elliott when he spoke. She didn't stop walking. There was no outline of gun, although her boots were bulky around the ankle. Even despite likely location, she didn't reach for anything. The sky was beginning to lighten up just a bit. She got closer, and she saw… yes. Ian's son. Ian's something, the genetic similarities were too obvious. Cee frowned, not expecting that really. Who was his mother? She doubted he'd tell her, then realized it didn't matter.
"I din kill'im." She glanced about mausoleum rooftops, like expecting some kinda ninja trap. Best to get that admission outta the way, since it was prolly the only reason this boy wanted to meet her. Ian had liked his revenge to be personal too. She looked back to Elliott, looked at his eyes. Remembered Ian's eyes, then remembered what they looked like after being shot out.