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Nathan was thoroughly exhausted. The hours that Rotti had been having him deal with were thoroughly insane, sometimes five or six repossessions in one night. It was beginning to tire him out and he wasn’t sure he could keep it up.

He had decided to head out for a walk. It was still a few hours before he would be receiving his assignments for the night, so he could get out and at least try and relax a little. Nathan’s thoughts began to drift to Marni as they often did when he was able to get away from life.

He glanced down a sidestreet and frowned slightly as he seen the woman stumbling slightly, possibly getting a high from Zydrate though he wasn’t sure.

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If Marni were to look upon her life now, as Rosalie, she would be horrified. However, Marni herself was buried inside of Rosalie. The emotions, the longings, she couldn't have them anymore. Zydrate was a way of escaping those emotions and longings, a less depressive one apart from death. The key to using Zydrate safely was to monitor your breathing, intake it little by little in different areas.

Apparently tonight was not a night of safety, her inner voice mocked.

She began to couch, and not just averagely, profusely. The rapid tickles began to flutter her lungs and her throat, forcing her to hunch over and straddle her palms on her knees. Breathing, she reminded herself. Never had she took it so strong before, but there was no backing out now. It was already in her bloodstream, affecting all of her body.

Round orbs began to blurry, now despite how furiously she fluttered them they did not regulate to normal. Marni grunted past her next fit of ruptures, holding them in her mouth and doing away with them with an exhale of her nose. Numbly, a palm went to her abdomen as she traced her free palm against the wall and tried to find temporary shelter. The Zydrate wouldn't wear off that easily, it was best she close her eyes and rest it off apart from wandering around like a zombie.

#repomannumber1 #verse: resurrection

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Under a new identity, the woman went by Rosalie Ophae. At first, Marni was reluctant to get a new identity but in the end had no choice. Her stomach was ruptured only a year ago due to childbirth and before she knew it, she was mangled with a pile of bodies. Fellow graverobbers of hers sated her until Marni was reclaimed as Rosalie.

Fellow graverobbers; more like family.

Along with a new identity, Marni claimed a stomach from Gene co. The past year, she had been paying as much as she could, and as much as she could was fifty, to forty dollars at a time. Two thousand, she remembered the papers stating, two thousand must be paid full otherwise she would be up for repossession.

After a few months this year, she stopped paying.

Marni knew that any life without her daughter, her lovely little Shilo, would be absolute torture. Even the organ replacement wasn't of her choice, but was thrust upon the idea in her near death. Along with new identities and organs, Marni began to intake Zydrate. Only a little here and there, nothing too drastic. It helped her get by with her troubled thoughts and pained anxiety.

Blue hues curled around each corner, making sure she was completely alone before opening the lid of her satchel and taking out that little glass vial that would magically mist all her troubles away. The needle injected against her forearm and she released the trigger with a panted sigh.

What a fool she must look, but in that exact moment, Marni didn't care.

Hazed and in bliss uncontrollably, the woman stumbled against the wall of the nearest brick building and exhaled. The Zydrate dropped from her hand and onto the cold, wet ground; even that she didn't care of.

#repomannumber1 #verse: resurrection