dramatispersonae | breeze's heart

[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!!]

[ Drake is nowhere to be seen!

The letter says: "Meet at the usual place. Don't be late. Remember, you can't tell your parents anything about what's been going on. Never forget: we're your family now, not them." ]

Where's the usual place...?

[digging through the pictures]

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