@almightymarcelgerard
After being woken up from a decade and a half long slumber, she understandably had an urge the stretch her legs -- an ITCH to get out of the place that had caused her so much pain. Coming back to New Orleans after her travels had been quite the choice, but she was drawn right back in. Rebekah had caught wind of some troubling details, and made her way back. She had ultimately decided on laying low for a week or so, and now she was more than ready to face ( presumably ) the worst greeting of them all. At least she thought she was. Seeing the man with his back turned to her, Rebekah took a deep breath in before taking a few cautious steps forward. “Marcel.” She placed a delicate hand on his shoulder.. allowing him to know of her presence.













