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Everything felt like a blur.

She was escaping the depths of imminent demise from the strip club parking lot, to being dragged by Britany in the back of her Coven-mobile. Eve woke up gasping for air in her stupid apartment, her hand shook with jitters of fear and anxiety as she dragged herself to face the cold mirror within her bathroom. Some healing cuts on her face and nose, and bruising around her rib cage. She forgot the details of every injury but it hurt, by the time she met up with the team she would be an addict to that chalice of Sully's. Applying a bandage to her nose and polysporin, and a cocktail of painkillers and pick me ups she got dressed to seize the day just like she did last night. Travel to the park would be by bus and skateboard, Eve hiked up her jeans and took off.

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Late like always, something had already happened and the group was moving into the church. Eve kept clutching in between her digits an extra large cup of St. Brewell's coffee, french vanilla with extra cream and sugar. It made days like to today feel better as she nursed her wounds, cringing in pain with every step that brought her forward in such a sacred and protected place. If only something like True Faith could protect them, instead it was just hope, girl-power and dumb luck. She wobbled into the church a sip from her cheap coffee gave her the energy to move forward just a few more steps as she ran into familiar faces and news ones.

Eve found herself tipping as a hand grasped the pews as she caught up to the group slowly, her mouth drying at the thought of last night and the good, bad and chaotic nature of the whole exchange at the strip club. "I'm alive.." Eve found herself croaking as she made it back to the group finding the strength to stand a little taller, her skateboard pressed into her back as it was sandwiched by a punked-out backpack that rode her back as the straps fell over her tired worn-out shoulders.

"If the confessional is open, I might be there for a while. Not going to lie guys, I didn't think yesterday was real at all. We - I think we killed like.. a few people yesterday. I feel pretty terrible, along with all the other shit that happened. I'm surprised we walked away from that, but I just wanted to thank everyone was there 'n Brit too. She saved us, as well as Stormy and some who didn't make it." Eve sniffled rubbing her nose as she controlled her emotions, for now.

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