❛ soo.. back to square one. ❜ / from grace to rue ??
SUBJECT: until dawn meme
NOTIFY: @lethalorcouture
CONCERNING: grace ashcroft
rue gets to be friends with grace, like, in the most unexpected way. it kinda helps that they have a whole bunch of shit in common, enough to override all that WASN'T. like how grace wanted to go into the FBI, how she was such a do-gooder, in a way that reminded rue of lexi, it's like, funny, until it comes out that she lost her mom when she was a teenager. it's funny how that shifts the narrative, and gives themselves something to hold to. "i lost my dad, too." she'd said then, eyes lowered. "cancer. what about your mom?"
she doesn't really get the truth back then, but to be fair, would rue have even understood, or believed it? she was never really a part of anything the way that raccoon city forced to the forefront, and even then, all the shit that had happened were more like rumours. those that had escaped and made their way out, talked about how the dead rose, and were branded CRAZY by most people, and suffering from grief by the news. it's funny how easy it was to swallow the truth, to ignore what was the obvious. but grace? grace carried on, and, despite what had happened in wrenwood, managed to become a pretty handy analyst at the bureau. "does this mean you won't smoke weed with me anymore?" rue had joked then, as if grace was even, like, willing to in the first place. yeah. right.
❛ soo.. back to square one. ❜
oh right. grace had asked rue to help her look into something, more like, helping her research something about what had happened in the aftermath of wrenwood, in time for her to go pay a visit to the same place. but wasn't that strange, she'd gone to look it all up at the local library, asking her to come visit with her, but... everything was weirdly GONE from the records. even the stuff that grace swore she remembered seemed purged from the records, rue inhaling sharply, her cheeks inflating.
"i mean, KINDA. but like, here's the thing. maybe we need to move from researching from online, to more shit that people can't get rid of as easily. like don't they have old news articles from the paper around here somewhere? like an archive? maybe... maybe we start with that. because all this digital shit, i'm sorry, i know you said i'm like, paranoid and shit, but look at all this. someone's erasing the records, because they don't want people to see what the fuck happened there. so like. maybe square one. maybe not. come on. let's get some coffee." rue, when on a run, could be insane about this shit. "we got a couple hours before they close this place."