Oh what she wouldn't do for a cup of licorice tea right now. Two or three tea bags in one cup so that it was so strong the taste lingered in her mouth for ages and the kooky but calming advice that each tea bag would bring. "Grace brings contentment" and other things that could of easily belonged in a fortune cookie. Something from one of them would probably make more sense that what they had so far. She looked at chipped glass she had found to drink from and her hands, red and sticky with blood from fretting over Ivan and his hair. Had she argued with him as she did that? She knew with what had been said she should of cried but..she hadn't. Instead she had laughed, softly and bitterly, what she had witnessed here desensitizing her enough not to cry...had she even done so over a death since Raivis when she held Peter?
Tapping on the side of the glass, waiting for Ivan to leave the booth, Rory went over what they had agreed on earlier in her head. She couldn't change her mind now, who knew how everyone else was voting and how that one change would effect everything else. As soon as Ivan exited, she was already in there, casting her vote and leaving as quickly as she came, grasping at Ivan's arm, "Remember," She whispered, "Don't rise up to anything that they say, that's were people have gotten themselves killed before."
Tapping on the side of the glass, waiting for Ivan to leave the booth, Rory went over what they had agreed on earlier in her head. She couldn't change her mind now, who knew how everyone else was voting and how that one change would effect everything else. As soon as Ivan exited, she was already in there, casting her vote and leaving as quickly as she came, grasping at Ivan's arm, "Remember," She whispered, "Don't rise up to anything that they say, that's were people have gotten themselves killed before."
Fuck she hope they got this right...
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