[Center][color=teal][h1]Cleo[/h1][/color]
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[i]”The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds, but they haven't seen the best of us yet.”[/i][/center]
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Cleo had spent the day running errands. The DS headquarters needed food for the kitchen, as well as cleaning supplies. She would have grabbed some things for her house, but in recent months it had been all but abandoned. The Dark Shadow Headquarters was her home now. She had seen the news, but she also had the common sense to keep an eye on her phone. The proper authorities believed Aloysius to be dead, but he had sent a text requesting a meeting, which proved them wrong. 

Arriving at HQ, Cleo made her way inside, arms covered in bags. Luckily, the door to the meeting room was open. Gently shoving people out of the way as she went, the woman made her way to the center of the room, placing the bags on the table. The scene around her was a mixture of emotions. Some people were in corners or lined up against the walls, having quiet conversations and shedding silent tears. Some - such as Lola - looked pissed. Others had their game faces. Last but not least, a particular someone was singing. [Color=teal]”Have some snacks, drink some Bleach. I honestly don't give a shit,”[/color] she announced before turning to glare daggers at Circe. 

[Color=teal]”Get out of Al's chair you incompetent, violent girl. Our leader isn't dead. Don't tell me that you don't have enough brain cells to check your phone.”[/color] Pulling up the sleeves on her teal colored long sleeved shirt, she turned to face the crowd with her arms folded, leaning back on the table to prop herself up. Her eyes would come to their final resting spot as she looked at the door, waiting on Aloysius to arrive.