The morning after headache and nausea induced by a day of binge drinking was not had by Hana nor Koei, but Athenais, as the events and thoughts of the previous day were much to much for either of the dears. The half-French alter spent most of her morning, ridding herself of the headache most horrible, and pack up Hana's, and Marytyne's things. She almost called dear little Karma to retrieve her little sister's bag once again but she felt it best for the dear boy to stop looking forward to seeing her. She created a look out of the selection of clothing Hana and Martyne had surmised: tight black jeans, an off white sweater vest with a large studded belt cinched around her waist, and heeled boots, buckled up to her calf. She put a few crimps in her hair hastily, quick to comment on her well her little sister's choice of "cette couleur rouge looks framing little Hana's visage. Tres bien." A floppy knit hat completed her attire, bags thrown over her shoulders, and soon she had checked out of the esteemed hotel.
But before returning dear Hana back to her haven, she made a quick stop to hideaway most of the things Hana had gathered in her days away and Martyne's most infamous bag of gear. She chose their resting place with care, one that both Hana and Martyne were sure to visit given the chance but not one anyone else would. Once hidden, she hailed a series of cabs, not only to throw any scent that could have been tracked but to give Martyne an out that made it appear she wanted to take a flight out. Afterwards, she hopped onto a bus, riding it as close to Seoul Psychiatric as she was willing to do then walked the remainder of the way.
Once in the lobby, she pushed Martyne forward and Zinger began to frown, nurses and guards suddenly rushing toward her, attempting to restrain her. "Oh, now you sons of bitches do your jobs. Been gone for how long and you didn't bother to- Lay one finger on me and I swear you will have a reason to tranq me. Today's not a good day to piss of the known killer."
"Miss Jung, we have to send you to get inspect-"
"Zinger. Or M'lady. And do whatever the fuck you need to. I'm not gonna resist unless you give me a reason to."
And with that, clothing was removed and confiscated, a pat down and cavity search shortly followed, and she was given a pair light blue scrubs to put own, then placed in an isolation room, the lock clicking behind her. She put her hands on her hips, yelling as loudly as her lungs would allow. "THE BITCH IS BACK FOR ANYONE WHO GIVES A DAMN!" She collapsed to the floor, propping herself up on one of the padded walls. Of course, no one could here the scream from past the wing she was held. No one would have answered anyway.
"Not that any of you shits gives a damn for Hana anyway."
