dramatispersonae | breeze's heart

[I get the feeling I should leave

...goes to nudge the bucket of concrete]

[ The memory hits you suddenly. Being woken in the middle of the night to hands pulling you roughly out of bed. Trying to fight them off, being unable to. Being hit in the temple and dragged toward the trough of wet cement. Hearing Drake laughing as you beg, trying to change his mind. Knowing that once this is done, you're completely powerless, and nobody will try to help you. ]

[startled and kicking the bucket over in a panic]

What the--

[ Now there's wet cement oozing out onto the courtyard. Gross. ]

...Shit.

[looking around for a shovel...or something to clean it up with]

[ There doesn't seem to be anything you can use, except for the trowel that was sitting next to the bucket. ]

[trying to use the trowel to scoop it back into the bucket '-'b!!]

[ Aaand while you do that... Someone special is walking up the path behind you. ]

[turns around when he hears the footsteps--and freezes with the trowel in hand]

...What are you doing here?

I'm here to get rid of you.

[ He smiles widely. ]

Last time you tried that it didn't work out too well.

This isn't like last time. You only have two choices here.

Fight or run?

[sounds hopeful]

That's right.

...You shouldn't be here anyways. Brianna's going to kick your ass.

Oh yeah? I don't think so. I think I already kicked hers.

[ He gestures to the gazebo. ]

[picks up the bucket half-full of cement and chucks it at Drake]

[ It connects! Now Drake is busy trying to wipe wet, dripping concrete off his clothes... ]

[RUNNING

into Coates]

[ Inside, rather than a lobby of any kind, you're met with a long, dark hallway. There's a door at the end of the hall—this one isn't open. ]

[going to try and open it, looking back every now and then for Drake]

[ The door opens easily! You find yourself standing in what looks like a girl’s dorm room. How cute! Everything is very neat, very un-Brianna-like, honestly. There are no toys or games or stuffed animals to be seen, no pictures on the walls. Just a desk with several drawers, and some plastic containers under the bed. ]

[cautiously poking at a drawer, opening it to see if anything is inside]

[ One of the drawers has a letter inside. The other has what looks like dozens of pictures, all ripped apart. ]

[pulling out the letter, glancing at the door to make sure Drake is not following. heart logic, who knows how it works!!]

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