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[ltmuldoon]

The room is hot and sticky, and it's made worse by the fact that they lost. They fucking Lost.. To the left, the tribunal gets up to leave quietly, casting anxious glances at Wray. Corporal Steven Louis had painted a picture of a monster in human skin, a creature of darkness

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[uselesstalent12]

The M.P.'s at the doors had kept the three hour proceeding "Closed to the Civilian Public" and standing no less than five inches from their face, Cherry was spitting fire. That wasn't a proceeding, that was her Wray, and the prospect of not having him around stoked the ire of her fire.

There in the doorway stood Cherry; donning her best professional come-hither attire, the fitted black suit jacket over white button down blouse screamed professionism, but from the hips down, that black mini-skirt and those long legs that went on for miles moaned everything else.

"Wray!" She called, pushing brisquely past the haughty guards as the tribunal dismissed. "What the fuck, Wray?" she spoke, to the casual listener her words seemed unduly brisk, but to those who truly knew the brunette bombshell understood that like her favorite swear that punctuated her normal conversations was concern-laced inquiry strained by dread. She read their defeat-creased faces. "Aw, fuck no..." she pleaded the contrary, shaking her head and sending that luxurious curtain of night into the blanched court room.