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Where: Elevator of local apartment building Who: Anyone

Irene stepped out of police station and into the sun, wincing at the bright, blinding light. Stomach rolling, the very hungover Irene began the walk home to her apartment building. Despite her numerous times in the drunk tank, she never got used to the uncomfortable benches, giving her a back ache that would last for days. Slipping a pair of sunglasses over onto her face, she tried to kept an even trudging pace home. Last night had started out fine, with her just quietly drinking in the corner of the local bar when a call from her mother had sent her spiraling. Go home to see her sick father? She didn’t think so. She’d be damned if she took another step into that town again.

Eventually, her very tired feet took her all the way to her apartment building, leaving her to slip into the elevator after another person. She’d moved her investigative office to Lawrence in the hopes that it might make the transition easier. All she wanted in that moment was to go up to her room, shower off the night’s exploits, light up and sleep for a couple of hours before the next bomb dropped and she had to be up. And after all, Lawrence was a hub of unusual activity. God, though, apparently had other plans for Irene that day - deciding that he hadn’t suffered enough. While the lights flickering caught her attention, it wasn’t until the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop and she slammed into the side that Irene really started paying attention. Eyes wide, she grabbed the bar to stop herself from crumpling instantly, straightening up as the elevator’s lights flickered on and off, the machine refusing to move.

She hadn’t determined whether it was good or bad that she wasn’t alone in the elevator yet.

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Laviah/Simeon!

Laviah: if you could spend a day in the life of anyone, who would it be?

“Maybe my mother, so I can move her far far away from good ol dad and make sure my conception never occurs.”

Simeon: what is a belief you would fight for?

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out myself.”

Amalthea ; Ramiel (:

Amalthea: how do you cope with loss?

Irene’s eye threatened to twitch at the question but she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the asker. “I move the fuck on and don’t dwell. There’s no point in dwelling.” What a load of bullshit. Years later and she was still filled with cold, dark hatred over everything, hands already threatening to shake with the urge to hit something. But, she just dug her nails into her skin, leaving crescent indents. The scars on her chest stung.

Ramiel: describe a moment when you felt all was lost.

“That’s a stupid fucking question.” Irene snapped, eyes narrowed. It was too late though, the question had already invoked some sort of feeling within her. Her heart started to beat rapidly at the memory of fear flooding from her body at the knowledge of being cornered. She hated the feeling of shame at the memory of being curled up on the ground, just covering her head as they kicked at her. She had wet herself at some point but that only made them laugh harder. But most clearly, she remembered the moment that something snapped in her and she had genuinely thought they were going to kill her. And she had just accepted it. But never again. She wasn’t a weak 15 year old anymore.

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Sloane: what little things matter the most to you?

“I’ve never really been the sentimental type.” Irene replied, looking up from her phone where she had been waiting for a call from the local morgue. “And I don’t really stick around long enough to figure out the little things and quirks.”