#{ event:bbq fest 2.0 }

[crimsonfaux]

@youngnwildx​

Lorenzo in the same cell? Oliver wasn’t surprised about that, but he was overly surprised to see the medic in the cell with them. His mind ran with different scenarios as he heard distance screams of a BARNABY in the distance. Who the fuck was Barnaby?  Oliver leaned against the wall and looked down to Emma with a pensive glance. Arms folded across his chest, so he could hide his hands. “Emma? What did you do?” Oliver whispered curiously, trying not to sound agitated with her.  

[crimsonfaux]

@gwenarnolds​

Zane frowned slightly when his eyes looked to Gwen. One of the more innocent faces here if he had to guess. “It’s ok, we will make it out of here. Just stay low.” He reassured with a loud tone just so he could be heard above the volume around them. He pointed towards the direction they would need to go towards the parking garage. “Did you drive? Or did someone pick you up?” He tilted his head upwards in order to peek down the block. Then got the idea that if she had hired a driver, that she might be alright to go the opposite direction of the mob.

[crimsonfaux]

@crimsxnsins​

It would have been easy to leave the woman behind. To sacrifice her to the gunfire, just as her family had sacrificed his sister. The hatred he had for her name ran deep, but he didn’t know her personally.  She could have been the sweetest person, but that didn’t dissuade his mind from what her family had done. Zane’s mind quietly starts to tick of the different scenarios of the night. Leaving her behind? No that wouldn’t do. The only form of justice in the night would be if he got close enough to frame her for something she didn’t do. 

“Is this your doing?” Zane called out over the hysteria and waved a hand in the direction he had heard the gunfire. The question was poised in such a way, that it was rhetorical. No matter what she spoke, the answer in his mind would be yes.

[crimsonfaux]

After Oliver came to terms that he was stuck within the cell with these other people, he stared down at one figure in the cell. He wouldn’t have given Joey a secondary glance, but she had crossed a line earlier in the night. Approaching him with his children, which prompted Matty to ask for his mom. He loomed over her and placed a hand on his hips. Clearing his throat as he tried to lower his voice to a harsh whisper. The voice apathetic in delivery through his clenched teeth. “It should be no surprise. If you come near my children and me again. I will shoot you in the face.”

@joeyoshea​