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salma-sinclair is babe
((I need the interaction fff-)) "Irene, hun, you've got flour on your face."
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Irene looked over at Salma, giving her a questioning look. “I-I do?” She tried to rub at her cheek. “Did I get it?”
Salma said she would stop going to the club to sing after that terrible night she was attacked...but she never promised. It was her secret, and she doubted Athena remembered, which made her feel safe. That stage was her place to spread her wings and be herself without judgement and sorrow. It was her home away from home. So when she saw a familiar blonde woman not too far where she stood after her recent number, it was no surprise that the woman tried to hide from Irene.What was she doing there?
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Irene knew she was supposed to wait at work for Romeo to show up; he wouldn’t let her walk home alone after she was attacked by those traffickers looking for payment. But no one could stay with her and wait for him to come and she surely didn’t feel safe enough to stay there alone. So she wandered for a little, staying near groups of people and open businesses. That should be safe enough, right? But following only that restricted where se could turn and ended up on a different street than she was used to. Now where was home from here?…
She was growing more nervous until she saw an open door. Maybe if she just went in instead, she could ask for some directions. When Irene entered, she was surprised to see she found a club. Well this was different…. She looked around, wandering further into the establishment. It was a little shady, but it didn’t worry her too much. She avoided the groups of men, though, hoping that none of them knew who she was.
Irene sat at a booth, trying to sink into the chair. There was a lot of drinking and smoking, but the highlight was the live music. It was a little surprising to her but it seemed wonderful to listen to. Calming down, she moved to listen to the next few performances before asking for directions. She needed to relax a little…
Salma was trying, she should be given that. And with her second child on the way, it was time to turn the tides. So with a smile and her best sun dress on, she was determined to treat the woman she had come to known as a friend (despite certain circumstances) out on a lovely lunch and help Irene with her upcoming wedding...even perhaps find the woman a gown.
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Irene wasn’t sure what to think when Salma offered to go out for the day. She had been so busy of late, she had forgotten to really treat herself. So after thinking about it briefly, she agreed to spend the day with her friend. She could use it…
"Ah…thank you again, Salma, for doing this." She smiled sweetly at her. "I really appreciate it."
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Trying to make up for being a complete jerk to Irene, Salma sighed and with what money she had from the day, bought her a cake. She just wanted to apologize, it seemed fair. So with the tiny cake, she wrote a tiny note apologizing and went on her way to look for the woman with Cornelius in tow...where ever she was.
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Irene had her job at the cafe today, which was completely draining. Running around, balancing tray after tray with food and drink, wore her down much too easily. Her legs felt like they were ready to collapse, but she continued to push herself. She just had to...
The day slowly started to wind down and she was finally relieved of her duties. It was too much for her to deal with sometimes... Right down the street from the cafe was a bench, which was where she parked herself to sit and wait until she could properly stand again. Irene hoped it wouldn't be too long, she wanted to at least beat Romeo home...
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What kind of laptop do you have? O:
Uhm...windows 8 HP??? That's all I know, I took off all the stickers otl.
It works now, but only with headphones, so I'm unsure how to get it back to where my speakers can emit sound as well.
"Breath"
Amelia struggled to breathe in, her eyes wide in panic. “I-I can’t!” She sobbed out, her lungs constricting and preventing from taking a breath. “S-Salma, I c-can’t!” Panic set in and Amelia wheezed in and crying out when it felt like nothing was coming in. She continued to panic and try to breathe in.