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[center][sup]The Gay Grove[/sup][/center]

Taking a deep inhale, Mariah didn't need to know entirely what Isla said, because the important bits like [color=f26522]“Aw fuck-- cops-- visa--shite--”[/color] were easy words to understand in any accent. She had seen enough "illegal immigrants: in Miami get dragged off by I.C.E. to know exactly what Isla was going on about. Swallowing hard, her tears falling silently, the clear and present danger was sobering-- how jarring it was to go from "Extra-Normal being threatening your life" to "shitty regular feds threatening your well-being". It wasn't right-- so she felt the need to do something about it-- and it was threatening. Here, the birthplace of that fear-born courage, and Mariah's exhaustion started to wane ever so slightly. 

It was then she caught herself beneath the gaze of a shades-wearing Milf. As Mariah stared at Meifeng, she followed the woman's gaze upon her downward, squinted, then made a face of utter revulsion at Meifeng. Taking a breath, Mariah shook her head and turned her attention back to Isla. Before she even tried, she knew she wasn't strong enough to lift Isla up bridal-style anymore, so she started turning the semi-concious woman about, positioning her into the carry one piss drunk drag-queen gives to another when they've gotta get out of the club. As she stood up slowly, she realized Isla's feet were slightly off of the ground, then scoffed a very Cuban curse at their height difference. 

Patting herself down a few times, Mariah eventually found her phone, wiped some drying meat off of it, then started hobbling along with Isla, while sending a call to Tory. As she turned toward the direction the road was in, of course she didn't get a fucking answer, so she launched Uber. It was in the middle of being distracted , as she ordered her Uber, that the subtle noise of a wet mop being slapped against a wall caught Mariah's attention.  

That mass of flesh and bone was throwing tendrils at nearby trees, pulling itself forward by them, dragging itself along the ground to move more rapidly, as it approached Mariah and Isla. They were far enough away from it that Mariah was confident she could escape in time-- but what about the others? Swallowing hard, Mariah began crying again, as she pulled out her channeler, flourishing the fan as her abstraction powered up. 

As loud as she possibly could, Mariah shouted, [color=#F3128D]"Necesitamos ayuda!"[/color] Hoping that it drew attention as she charged her abstraction, pointing her channeler at the monster, shouting, [color=#F3128D]"Andate a joder,"[/color] so loudly and furiously that her voice cracked. In a display of ridiculousness, Mariah's center stage abstraction practically flared yellow-orange energy, like a damn firework. A stupid amount of orange arrows pointed at the Apparition as it screeched, [color=#FFA7D2]"•?((¯°·._.• ⓗєｗώᵒ 𝐆ｉᐯ𝒆 𝐌ⓔ ᕼⓊﻮǤ𝕀𝔼 ʷⓊᎶ𝕘丨𝐞𝓈 •._.·°¯))؟•."[/color] And then a rather obnoxious "stage light" kept its place over the horror as Mariah's abstraction locked in. [color=#F3128D]"Now.. all th' Coven know you're here,"[/color] Mariah hissed at the creature.

Job done, Mariah proceeded to continue vacating the goddamn premises as fast as she could-- out pacing the apparition even though she was hobbling along with Isla. When eventually she made it to the street, the pool of blood on the sidewalk and scraps of Tory's shirt caused her mild alarm, but the Uber was already there. 

[b]"Wooooah,"[/b] began the Florida Man driving the Uber, as he helped Mariah put Isla into the back seat, [b]"We gotta hide the body or what? I got an gator in the basement..."[/b]