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Jamie followed Blake into the reception area, coming in behind him in a similar, flashy style. When he kicked the door in, her fists were raised, goggles up. She did a crane kick at nothing, before realizing that they were just in some sort of seating area. There weren't hi-tech holograms or complex machines- there were chairs and a receptionist's desk, bland paintings hanging on the wall. Jamie frowned, disappointed. This wasn't Rumi's fancy lab. She had been expecting the Batcave, and instead, she got her dentist's waiting room. When she saw this, she sighed, slumping, her fierce fighting demeanor gone. She barely noticed Chris's approach, only looking at the man through the side of her eye. He looked boring. He called them 'Ms' and 'Mr', like a boring proper person. Why couldn't they just give the collar to Rumi and go smash... whatever needed smashing? Why did there have to be so many steps? This was boring her already.

While walking through the hallway after Chris and Blake, Jamie played with her hair. It was tied up in a neat ponytail, but branches and leaves from the forest stuck to it stubbornly. She picked at those, yanking them from her hair and dropping them to the ground without a care for the cleanliness of Rumi's office. As a result, various foliage now littered the once immaculate hallway. As well as multiple clumps of blond hair, too- those things had hurt like a bitch to pull out, and some of her hair had been ripped out. She rubbed at her scalp, wincing as they entered what looked like an office. A [i]normal[/i] office. Jamie had to hold back a groan. This was still not the Batcave! Books were smart, yes, but...

[i]Holy shit[/i]. Jamie's jaw dropped as the floor opened up. Now, this was more like what she had been expecting. She hopped to the side, out of the way of the moving floor as it revealed a staircase. Her attention grabbed by its throat, she followed Chris down the staircase, awestruck. This place was definitely the Batcave! There were machines, parts strewn about, projects sitting on the worktables. She poked and examined several things, not really understanding anything but still excited. Seeing Rumi, she waved enthusiastically and drifted closer to him.

[color=Goldenrod]"Hiiii, Rumi! Wow, your lab is so cool- it's like the freaking Batcave in here! Ooh, can I touch?"[/color] Jamie reached out her hand and shoved it in the hologram without waiting for an answer. She twisted around, trying to move the thing as he had just done, but not really getting the handle of it. Her hand moved the hologram like nothing was there. [color=Goldenrod]"That's hard. How do you even do that?"[/color]

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Startling as Martino yelled and the cheering started, Patricia jumped in her seat, hands flying to her purse. However, she quickly placed them back onto the table and twisted around in her seat to face him. [i][color=MediumOrchid]Jesus, that guy is loud,[/color][/i] she thought, internally wincing as he bragged about his pitiful winnings. Although she had close to zero experience in poker, 17 dollars seemed like a low and oddly specific amount to win in a game. Wouldn't buy him anything great, that was for sure, but the people here seemed to be excited by that. They applauded him as though he had just won a million dollars, getting off their seats and cheering as he walked out. Or they were just cheering because he was powerful. That seemed to be a bit more likely. Wanting to seem like one of his adoring fans, Patricia clapped, too, smiling and waving. 

She saw him make a beeline for her but was definitely not prepared when he swept her off her feet- literally. He yanked her off the bar seat roughly, snaking his arm around her waist and going a little too low for her liking. She had to suppress a shudder, instead grinning up at his sleazy, fat face and winking. [i]This[/i] was a guy she wouldn't mind locking up in Coldwater for the rest of time, that was for sure. She locked eyes with Angie as he looked her over, too. Apparently, she hadn't needed an introduction, because within seconds Angelica was on his other side, and they were heading outside to his car. 

Patricia stepped into the car reluctantly, every cautious bone in her body screaming for her to run. This went against literally every piece of advice her mother had ever told her, as she was currently getting into a car with a sleazy older man at a sleazy bar. But she did it anyways, plopping herself down onto the seat next to Angie. The car ride there was silent, peppered only with the occasional flirtatious remark from Martino and Angelica trying (and sort of succeeding) to act motherly. Patricia took deep, silent breaths, clenching and unclenching her fists.

She nodded to Angelica's comment before turning to look out the window at the mansion. It was impressive, to say the least. Opulent and humongous, guarded carefully. Nobody had ever been able to take the Guglianos down and their compound certainly showed it. At a glance, Patricia could see that armed goons patrolled the verdant grounds. As their car entered the gate, she closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath and leaning against the seat. [i][color=MediumOrchid]You can do this, Patricia.[/color][/i] 

She exited the car after Angelica, draping herself over his other arm. She half-pretended to be in awe, her mouth opening and eyes widening. [color=MediumOrchid]"[i]Woh.[/i] You do well for yourself, don'tcha?"[/color] She giggled and nodded, tucking her hair behind her ears, and followed him inside.

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