|| @julietxhawthorne
Florence felt lucky to know where the Red Rose was as she slid in the door, her hair uncharacteristically wild, tangled. She wasn’t sure if it was the best plan in a grander scheme, but it was the only one she could think of in the moment, running from the rays of the sun. For the span of a few human heartbeats, she was still, staring (as she had the first time she’d set foot in the Red Rose) at the collection of supernaturals. She knew they were mostly witches and vampires, though for all she was worth couldn’t calm herself down enough to spend any time trying to tell one from another. Instead, she skirted along the wall until spying and literally reaching out to the first creature that seemed like they might be sympathetic to her plight. She stopped just shy of actual contact, hoping to avoid accidental offense. She just needed someone and the odds of making it anywhere else where she could fully explain seemed slim. The shadows of buildings offered a fickle and shifting protection at best, and her phone had died long ago - no Mark and no Alex.
“Please,” she said in an airy whisper that somehow still seemed too loud, “I ... I lost my charm - my talisman. Can you help?” If the sun didn’t kill her first, Alex certainly would - Florence couldn’t begin to imagine how impossible it would be to obtain another while they were trapped in Braddock, assuming they could even afford the price it took to entice a powerful witch to make one.