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[sup][u][b][color=800000]Location[/color][/b][/u] - Veronica's Home
[b][u][color=800000]Interaction[/color][/u][/b] - Abigail [sup][@Stitches][/sup][/sup][/center]
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[color=800000][sup][u][b]Thursday, November 10th[/b][/u][/sup][/color]

Veronica was wrapped up in the warm blanket like a human burrito, her body sinking down into the couch cushion and her head laying in her lover's lap. They'd been watching old episodes of [i]Martin[/i] since three o'clock that afternoon, the warmhearted young man wanting to make sure that Veronica had completely gotten over her brief illness. Episodes and hours passed, and neither of them moved from their comfortable spots on the living room couch; Tyler had only moved once to use the bathroom. Soon, the clock stuck ten, and it was time for Veronica to head home. When she went to unravel herself, however, the young man held her in place.

"Don't go," he said, not taking his eyes off the television, "stay a little while longer." Veronica sighed and settled back in place for a few moments, before quickly rolling off the couch and onto the floor. The blanket had come unraveled, and her boyfriend, unsurprisingly, did not appear amused. "You're always leaving early," he said, rolling his eyes before reaching for the power button on the remote. Veronica just shrugged her shoulders, unfazed.

[color=800000]"You know I gotta get home before midnight, my auntie doesn't play that [i]shit[/i]."[/color] As she spoke, Veronica neatly folded the blanket and set it down in the spot she'd been laying.

"You're a grown ass woman, V," the young man said with a sneer, "you don't have to listen to your [i][i]auntie[/i][/i]." Veronica laughed and waved her hand, sliding her socks back on her feet. The couple had been together for almost seven months, the longest that Veronica had ever been in a relationship. However, while Tyler thought things were starting to get serious, Veronica was just having a little bit of fun. She'd made her intentions clear from the start of the partnership, but that didn't stop the poor boy from catching feelings. After V pulled her boots and jacket on, she grabbed her car keys from the coffee table and leaned over to give her man a kiss, but he turned his head at the last minute. "I still don't see why you can't just move in with me," he said for the third and final time that month.

[color=800000]"I've already told you that I'm not going to move in with—"[/color]

"Why the [i]hell[/i] not?" Tyler stood up from his seat on the couch, towering over Veronica by a good ten inches. Veronica raised her eyebrows in surprise, her lip curling. Not once since they'd gotten together had Tyler been the one to raise his voice. He pushed her against the wall and stood just a few inches away, his fingers curling and then uncurling again, and his ears turning a deep shade of red. "Why is it that every time I make a suggestion that will benefit our relationship in the long run—"

[color=800000]"I'm not having this conversation with you again,"[/color] Veronica said. She tried to push the boy away, but he would not budge. He'd even put both of his hands against the wall, trapping her in.

That was when she officially started to [i]lose her shit.[/i]

Her hands curled into fists as she looked the stupid boy right in his eye, tilting her head back because of the height difference. [color=800000]"You're fucking with the wrong one, Tyler."[/color] V could feel her eyes and cheeks burn as she thought about what she'd yell at him next, but was surprised and confused when the boy started to back away. His eyes were wide with fear, and his mouth wide open. It was in that moment that she noticed the flickering lights. 

"You a-are a m-monster..." the boy said, his eyes glued on her hands that were still curled at her sides. Following his gaze and lifting her hands to her face, V could see that the tips of her fingers were [i]glowing[/i]. She stared at her hands for a few moments, her anger slowly subsiding. The lights had stopped flickering, and she could feel a cool breeze on her cheeks. Looking up, Veronica saw that the front door was fully open, and the keys had been taken off the hook. Tyler was nowhere to be found.
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[color=800000][sup][u][b]Sunday, November 13th[/b][/u][/sup][/color]

For as long as she could remember, Veronica never had been a morning person. She never understood people who could bound out of bed, put on a pot of coffee and be instantly ready to face the day. For her, the lure of a cozy bed far outweighed that of a hot shower. Veronica was the kind of girl who set her alarm for six-thirty in the morning, planning to get up, go for a run, and still have time to shower and make a cup of coffee before arriving at class early to impress the professor.

But, like all the best laid plans, this one never came to fruition. Inevitably the snooze button was just a groggy swipe of the hand away, giving her relief from facing the reality of the day in 5 minute bursts. After the tenth "burst," however, Veronica decided that it was finally time to get out of bed. Her finger found the [i]off[/i] button instinctively, as if it needed no help from her brain. When her eyes finally peeled open, her vision was blurry. It took her a few minutes of swiping her hands around her bed before she finally found her prescription glasses. Like most days, her very first thought was, “I wish I could sleep longer,” The comfort and safety of her bed seemed to scream loudest in the mornings. 

V dragged herself out of bed and stumbled towards the closet, wiping the sleep from her eyes and, in an almost robotic fashion, pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-Shirt—whichever was conveniently residing at the top of her "clean clothes" pile. Knowing that she wouldn't have the energy to shower in the morning, she'd taken her shower before she went to bed. When her teeth were brushed and her hair fluffed, Veronica took the time to look at the messages on her cell phone.

She picked up the device carefully, letting out a breath when she'd finally unlocked it and made it to her message screen without any problems. She skimmed through the messages quickly, furrowing her brow when she read something about windows being bashed in on Main Street. The only message she chose to actually open, however, was Abigail's.

[color=662d91][quote=Abigail]WHERE U AT[/quote][/color]

V smiled at the simple text, and quickly typed out a response.

[color=#800000][quote=Still home. You hear bout what happened on main street? We gotta go check it out]To: Ab[/quote][/color]