| ~♦~ Dark Intrigue ~♦~ |

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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Bree bridged an eyebrow at her hostess for a few counts, but then she shifted her gaze to Rocus. “Thank you...” she rasped in a weak voice.
“Even though this is the only responsible thing you could do at this point by all means... And you’re probably thinking you don’t have the choice... And you’d much rather be doing something else... That is what makes me want to thank you. Even though you don’t give a fig about me...”

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I nodded curtly to Ms. McClinsey before murmuring to Bree with a barely audible hint of mock lining my words, "Ah yes, the sacrifices I make for the likes of you..."

I outstretched a hand for her to take, though I didn't make an actual effort to help her up. I didn't exactly want to touch her, not only because she seemed so fragile in her state, but I also didn't know how well I could control myself. Regardless of my worries, I had to be polite. Especially, if not only, in front of Irène.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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She took his hand steadfastly and smiled tautly up at him as she scrambled to her feet. “So, will we be using my rattly old truck parked outside after I’ve been all washed up?” she told him with a scorn. “In the time that has elapsed, I swear that piece of crap really fell ramshackle, it’s like... Ancient, and senescent, and a little past it’s prime... But you’ll love driving it, though. At least it’s halfway decent.”

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I shrugged apathetically. Despite being a man, I didn't care much about vehicles. If it got me from a to z, it would be fine.

"Okay, that works," I said, picking subconsciously at my chipped nail polish. "I'll be outside waiting for you."

And with that, I gave our hostess a short goodbye wave and whisked out of the building as fast as I could. Rummaging through my pockets, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I flicked my lighter to life in a shaky amber flame, lighting the cancer stick in my hand and taking a deep breath. The rush of addictive, yet satisfying chemicals entered my system, the smokey yet salty taste tickling my taste buds. I sighed in relief, releasing the drug with a puff. It was so nice to finally just have a smoke. Of course I'd have to hurry, but at least I got rid of Bree long enough just for this.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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She waved briskly at her hostess and abruptly scurried for the bathroom. When she skidded into the room, she slammed the door to a close and gave her reflection in the fancy pier mirror over the sink the evil eye. She sought to grasp the towel with the two ends sewn together, which hung on a roller. She ripped it off and soaked it up, before rubbing it over her skin, in attempt to expunge the horrible liquid that was blood. In the long run, she finished up with the sink’s basin full of her own blood and the towel absolutely drenched. She cringed and threw the towel into a pint-sized little garbage can close at hand in the room. As for the basin, she simply turned on the water until everything was clear. She bolted out of the bathroom like the fastest person on a star track team and found herself outside in the cold breeze. Good thing the bathroom wasn’t on the second floor, or the third, or the fourth floor... who honestly knew how many floors there were? She couldn’t have found her way out of the manor if she would have happened to wander away from the ground level. She scrutinized her surroundings for Rocus. “Rocus!” she hollered. If I see a roll of tobacco up his mouth... My fist is going down his throat... she thought.

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I jolted at the sound of her voice, my reflexes causing me to knock the cigarette out of my hands. I stomped it to ashes as quick as I could, kicking it away. I leaned against the wrought iron fence casually, anxiously shoving down the box and lighter deeper into my pockets so they were nearly invisible like before. "Over here, Bree!" I shouted, waving an arm.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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She sauntered forward to meet him with a wry smile. “Hey,”
She came to a halt at a few feet away and stared through the beautifully molded iron of the fence to her crappy 1987 Chevrolet pickup. Air immediately hissed up her throat, spitting through her clenched teeth with a low and forbidding sound, like a swarm of bees. Her muscles bunched and arched, her eyebrows furrowed over her frozen eyes. “Did you even think of smoking while I was gone?” She asked the question without even looking at him, but then she flicked her gaze fixedly right at him.

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I snickered quietly, leaning in close to her. I subtly blew onto her face so she could clearly smell the tobacco on my breath, "Ha, I didn't think you'd notice. You're smarter than I thought!"

I arched an eyebrow tauntingly as I anticipated her reaction.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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Her sweaty palm tingled and her whole hand quivered in anticipation, as she hoisted upwards her hand to impel it with as much strength as she could force out of her body, right at his face. In a venture to smack him square across the kisser. “Rocus!” she growled in fury, thrusting her hand at him brutally, under protest.

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I turned my head to the side, allowing her hand to collide with my flesh. It sent a zap of pain through my entire face, but I held my ground and only allowed a slight slither of a gasp escape my gritted teeth. Opening my eyes, I nodded, impressed, as I massaged my jaw with my hand.

"You hit hard," I commented, a smug but painful smile flashing across my features. "I guess I deserved that."

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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“And you’re rubbing your jaw like they do in the movies,” she countered. Her whole expression brightened as she grinned knavishly up at him. But then her eyes suddenly looked grave, and took a shade of pity as she glared at him. Pain rippled across her face within a beat and heat barely managed to unlock from her frozen muscles, anymore. “I’m so sorry...” She stood rigid and sickly pale, like she was the worst sinner in the world. It was what she felt like after hitting him. “I wonder why I feel so... culpable,” she muttered in an obscure tone. “I’m just sorry, Rocus. You forgive me, right? Please? Do you...?”

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I rolled my eyes, "Oh shut up. Like I can't take a hit from a girl," I snickered bitterly, grabbing her roughly by the hand and leading her to the truck. "Now are we going to head to the hospital or what?"

I hated it when she did that, despite my playful mood. She acted so remorseful for merely slapping me, yet I barely felt bad for nearly killing her. Bree was an odd one for sure.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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“Y-yes,” she responded mechanically. With the hand not lost in his grasp, she rifled through her jean’s pocket for the keys to her vehicle. Her fingers tweaked around them and jerked them up into her field of vision. “I suppose you’d need the keys?” she wondered, agitating them into a slight joggle so they made chimes. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

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Creasing my eyebrows in confusion, I snatched the keys from her. I considered being a jerk and making her get into the truck herself, but instead I swallowed my pride and opened the door for her, looking at the ground in scorn the whole time.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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She entered her truck for the passenger’s side as Rocus nicely held the door open, and she plunked herself into the seat, buckling herself in. She looked apologetically into his eyes, her eyes holding his and refusing to look away. Only because his eyes had the gravitational force of a black hole. Quite preposterously at that, she fervently admired the color of liquid onyx they contained. “Thanks,” she thanked him in a very polite voice, gratified.

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I nearly buried my head in my hands; this was way too easy. Instead, I broadened by smile in an alluring manner before closing the door for her. I then swung into the driver's side, starting up the ignition and pulling out of the driveway. I wasn't exactly sure where to go, so I began in the direction of the hospital. I could pull over somewhere else along the way.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
OOC: You could tell I had a major case of WB, I know...

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She filled her cheeks with air and puffed it out noisily. She needed to occupy herself. “Rocus, what do you do to divert yourself? All I do is try to swallow my tongue and inventing a weird twitch or buzzing noise... Oooh, or Star Trek door noises like ‘Scccccccchwop’...
Am I a bit too random for you?”

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I just cast her a sideways glance, eyes narrowed in confusion. I tried not to let myself be distracted with what she was saying, but sometimes the things that came out of her mouth...

"Well, normally, thinking of dead kittens helps me," I mumbled, "but whatever floats your boat, I guess..."

I shook my head, my lips curving upwards as I tried not to laugh.

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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“Then maybe I should tenderize my tongue... y’know, chew on it for a while... or something...” she mumbled. “In college people used to think I was a little weird just because of my whacky imagination – I mean, I used to wear a lampshade on my head when I was bored, I tried to make a quilt out of used cocktail napkins when I felt artsy, stomp grapes in the bathtub when I felt mad, and balance a pencil on my nose instead of studying... And making schematic drawings... of a rock... Which, believe it or not, I actually pulled off. Do you think I’m... sort of strange?”

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I stared at the road ahead of me with a blank expression, completely dumbfounded. "Well, yeah, I guess strange would be an appropriate word," I murmured, eyes stretched wide. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel as I scanned the sides of our path for a good turn off point. "But I guess I'm not one to judge, considering I have a fetish for blood and rou-" I stopped my sentence suddenly, realizing I was in the presence of a young lady. Instead, I smirked suggestively, casting her a sly glance out of the corner of my eye. But of course, it would be best for her if she was weird; that could potentially make her more open-minded, and that would be best if we continued our relationship as predatorxvictim.

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Broken Wings...

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“Well, I suppose you do have an established mania for blood and whatever you were going to add into that sentence,” she returned in a self-possessed tone. “You’re really strange too, Rocus. But this weird girl is giving you this, and this at the very least that I’ll give you; You’re a fun person to be around and you’re as cool as a cucumber. It’s not what’s most compelling about you, though... But I’ll just save that part for myself. In the meantime, what do you like about me? Am I neat to you? Not the spick-and-span neat, but the awesome kind of neat...”

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Do not heal...

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Character: Breanne Rose
Lyrics: Broken Wings ~ Flyleaf
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