“I don’t…” She didn’t even finish her sentence but the main gist of it was that at this point she wasn’t sure if it could get any worse or not. Arguably going to prison for a murder she hadn’t intended to commit was worse, but things were pretty shitty on the whole anyway. Putting a hand over her mouth she turned away from the scene for a second to attempt to garner some composure, seriously considering taking June up on that offer because she was dangerously close to doing that anyway here in the bedroom. Hearing her friend speak with such authority about something like this was confusing because the last time they spoke she’d been the sweet sixteen year old that Zadie had been utterly besotted with. Now she was…there weren’t even any words that she could pull together to describe this new person in front of her, but god if she wasn’t glad she was there. God forbid Zadie had run into literally anyone else on the hotel staff in the hallway, or a guest, she would be in even worse shape than she already was. “I’m fine, I’m fine I don’t need to go anywhere.” She finally managed to breath somewhat normally even though she was still incredibly dizzy.
Trying to listen to the instructions she was being given the brunette just nodded, still scrabbling through her make up bag, hands shaking violently. “I came from a shoot…I was in Paris…I just came straight here…” Explaining vaguely knowing full well the other was probably thinking terrible things about her by now. A washed up druggy rich kid, not someone she wanted to hang around anymore, that would make sense. Hell it would be valid. “Right, a slap on the wrist.” Waiting for the switchboard to be called she twisted her fingers together, not needing to pretend to cry because the tears were already coming thanks to genuine fear and stress - so overwhelmed by the whole thing. It felt like something that was happening to her rather than something Zadie had been actively engaged in but…was this her fault? Had she bought shit gear? Hearing someone come onto the line she came in and out of focus as June explained was was going on, thin figure trembling as she looked everywhere apart from the body on the floor, throat thick with guilty tears. They had been friends, not close friends they only knew each other from a couple of parties and shoots, but that didn’t mean her life had no value to Zadie. No one was that cold. People were coming into the room, cops, asking her questions as she sobbed her way through trying to answer, glancing over at June every so often just needing to know she was there. Something comforting even if this was the last time they ever spent a second in each others company she was so blessed her friend…former friend…was here.
Everything was a blur, despite what June wished was a strong hold over it all. She wished to believe that she was clear-minded as the police finally showed up, and as tears streamed down her cheeks, she wished to believe that she was selling it really, really well. June could feel the contents of Zadie's makeup bag pressed firmly against her body under the uniform she was wearing, the way it was oversized thankfully hiding it all. Still, as she was ushered out of the room, her eyes kept landing on Zadie, hoping that the girl wouldn't break, wouldn't say something that would put them in jeopardy. And, most of all, she worried about her old friend, worried that the other would break completely. June had to remind herself again and again that it was she who was wicked, ruined, and dark, and Zadie's life was so much more different than hers. Because, despite the situation she had so clearly been thrown into, Zadie was innocent, and not privy to the world that was home to June.
Minutes turned to hours, and with the police, the hotel management and so many more people present, June kept the facade of a terrified girl up. She knew the police officers could easily look up her record of odd misdemeanors, but they were nothing compared to this- or everything the brunette had done in the past. However, as they were eventually told to leave, with a promise to come to the police station the next day for further questioning should that be needed, June was relieved. They had survived the day, she hadn't been searched, and they were free to go, for now. The management and the police remained in the room as the two girls were ushered out, and for the first time that evening, June was uncertain. Would this be it, would their weird reunion after nearly a decade come to an end, and the two wouldn't see each other again? Oddly enough, June didn't want it. She didn't want to let Zadie go just like that, disappear once more, probably to never reappear again. But then again, would Zadie even want to be around her again? Or, at all? "I, uh- I need to go change from the uniform. Probably burn it too." She'd only hope that it wouldn't be taken as some twisted form of evidence. Still, June glanced over at Zadie, unsure of the other's next steps. "I guess... this is it, then?"
Everything was a blur, despite what June wished was a strong hold over it all. She wished to believe that she was clear-minded as the police finally showed up, and as tears streamed down her cheeks, she wished to believe that she was selling it really, really well. June could feel the contents of Zadie's makeup bag pressed firmly against her body under the uniform she was wearing, the way it was oversized thankfully hiding it all. Still, as she was ushered out of the room, her eyes kept landing on Zadie, hoping that the girl wouldn't break, wouldn't say something that would put them in jeopardy. And, most of all, she worried about her old friend, worried that the other would break completely. June had to remind herself again and again that it was she who was wicked, ruined, and dark, and Zadie's life was so much more different than hers. Because, despite the situation she had so clearly been thrown into, Zadie was innocent, and not privy to the world that was home to June.
Minutes turned to hours, and with the police, the hotel management and so many more people present, June kept the facade of a terrified girl up. She knew the police officers could easily look up her record of odd misdemeanors, but they were nothing compared to this- or everything the brunette had done in the past. However, as they were eventually told to leave, with a promise to come to the police station the next day for further questioning should that be needed, June was relieved. They had survived the day, she hadn't been searched, and they were free to go, for now. The management and the police remained in the room as the two girls were ushered out, and for the first time that evening, June was uncertain. Would this be it, would their weird reunion after nearly a decade come to an end, and the two wouldn't see each other again? Oddly enough, June didn't want it. She didn't want to let Zadie go just like that, disappear once more, probably to never reappear again. But then again, would Zadie even want to be around her again? Or, at all? "I, uh- I need to go change from the uniform. Probably burn it too." She'd only hope that it wouldn't be taken as some twisted form of evidence. Still, June glanced over at Zadie, unsure of the other's next steps. "I guess... this is it, then?"
