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I miss it here. :(

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What the hell kind of ear cleaning method is this.

Seriously wtf.

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In her mind all she saw was red, red walls, red floors...everything completely covered in bloody red. Cob webs hung along the ceiling and many dead bodies strewn every which way along with various traps. Until all at once, it all disappeared and she found herself in a large library with a few people downstairs and herself on the top stairway surrounded by old books and lots of dust. There was a rocking motion as well, were they on a boat? Was this on the ocean?! Paz gasped suddenly as everything just came right back to her. She had awoken earlier downstairs with an envelope in her pocket and a strange number on the inside. Her memory had been fuzzy and she had been alone in discovering the different passageways of the ship. There had been no one there at the time and it was dark and to be honest a little disturbing.

Now in the corner of her eye did the Latina spot a large red trunk off to the side and finally a figure standing in front of it yelling at the top of his lungs. Arkin! Her head swam with both frustration, confusion and sadness at the sight of the angry male and the red trunk. This was Hell, this had to be Hell. The young woman felt something metal on her finger and instantly spotted a wedding ring there. When the hell did she get married? What was happening? Where was Lucello?

And just like that the other stared at her as if with disbelief and shock. "What the fuck is happening?" the shorter girl leaned up on her toes slightly in order to reach the other mans height. She placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him and hopefully calm him down as the other guests were looking up at him with shock and awe. He was scaring the random civilians. What if there had been security here? Would Arkin be tossed into some random cell? Were there cells on boats? Paz had to collect herself for that short moment and took a deep breath.

"Stop, Arkin." her husky voice exhaled in order to get him to calm down. "It's not helping." she let go of his shoulder and slightly wedged herself between him and the trunk and just like that the brunette kicked out her boot and opened the trunk latch. Her form jumped suddenly and nearly backed right into him as the trunk opened like clockwork but all that was inside were books.

"...What?" her brown eyes widened in shock and confusion and kicked the trunk for good measure like her usual temper had been. She wanted it away from both of them, hell if she got the chance she'd kick it down the grand staircase. There were tears in her eyes when Paz started to realize all that had happened and even saw her own death in her mind. "Knives...so much blood."

The Library: Scene 2.

Splitting up into groups so we’re not all in one giant thread quite yet.

Claire and Amanda

Arkin and Paz.

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It had been only a week since their rescue of Elena and the loss of Lucello. She had been emotionally drained to say the least but didn't want to resort to popping pills all the time. No therapist could have ever taken away the nightmares that plagued her day in and day out from The Collector's hotel, The Sargento. That and constantly waking up at night feeling like her bed sheets were razor blades and that netting from their breach to the abandoned building. For a goddamn empty building it sure did have a lot of crazy coked up 'zombies', traps and more dead bodies than the Latina could barely handle. That shit was for the birds.

Her boots hit the pavement as Paz adjusted the aviator sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and spotted the small white house with the picket fence.  Could that guy possibly be anymore deranged? It looked like a normal family home with a neat front yard, a mail box and a decent view of the horizon. But what was creepy about this picture perfect home was that there were barely any houses next to it and it was as secluded as anything near a large patch of forest.

This was where Arkin had been keeping him, in his own damn house. Honestly she never figured out The Collector's name and didn't want to know it even if you paid her. What if the guy had a family? A wife? Kids? He also seemed to prize the dogs he had set loose on them as well a week ago. They were long gone of course. Only a monster could do such a thing with both people and animals.

Her olive colored hand looked down at the name on the mailbox which had been changed and everything was made to look normal. Little did the outside world know was that the once happy house inhabited by a killer was now a torture chamber for said killer.

The brunette lifted her sunglasses and placed them on top of her head as she knocked firmly on the door but not too loud to startle him.

"...Hey. It's me."

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Life's a bitch.

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A happy Latina in these circumstances is pretty rare. I count myself as one of the few lucky ones.

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His tongue's been chewed off.

His pupils are completely blown out. This guy's been coked out of his mind.

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He said to do whatever it takes to save Elena, but he's dead now... Lucello. I don't think I'll ever be able to recover, but at least someone understands. Arkin, I've got his back and he's got mine.

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Taxi cab drivers can be assholes, especially when you're a woman but this guy was actually pretty cool and down to earth.

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Sass and class.

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What the hell is going on?

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His house, his rules.