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[center][sup]The Dollhouse[/sup][/center]

Mariah had a temporary lag in attention. After having thrown furniture at Luis to no effect, a lot of things kept happening, and it was all a bit much for her to pay attention to, especially after having witness whoever-the-fuck-knows what drag someone into the floor. That was some spooky shit. Reality was that Mariah had stared at the spot in the floor until the sprinkler system went off. This somewhat snapped her out of that laser focus and into the present-- immediately she noted that Isla was not where she'd last saw her.

And Claudette? 

Where did they go? More importantly what the fuck were they doing right now-- as in herself and the others in the room. What were they doing? Yes, these spooky Dollhouse people had attacked them, but didn't they have a traitor on their hands instead? Hadn't two of their friends disappeared? Wasn't this deal in shambles with no hope of repair? Clearly they had some kind of previous beef with this "Babbylawn" but that wasn't important right now. If Kimberly was here then the possibility that Vashti had been harmed back in Tampa presented itself-- and that's three. 

It was then, in her loudest Latin-Tia voice that Mariah shouted, [color=#F3128D]"Why the fuck are we fightin' them when we should be guttin' that KIMBERLY BITCH?!"[/color] 

[color=#F3128D]"They ain't givin us no cures-- that's her damn fault-- fuck this goddamn shit--"[/color] Mariah whipped around, then made her way quickly toward the door they'd come though. Channeling the volume and fury of every Latin parent when their kid wssnt home before the street lights came on, Mariah shouted, as she left the room, [color=#F3128D]"ISLA?!"[/color] 

And thus did she see Maya, Emily, and Kimberly downstairs. In an instant Mariah was running, gracefully as hell considering the six inch heels, with a murderous look in her eyes, as she made a path toward Kimberly. The whole way, she dripped water and left puddles, seemingly only growing in anger as she went. Spanish-curses and rage left Mariah as she closed her fan up, balanced on one foot, and withdrew her knife from under her dress. Oiled and sharpened, the switchblade opened with a flash in the light, as Mariah marched toward Kimberly. 

[color=#F3128D]"--fuckin' explain yoursel' GRINGA--"[/color] was thrown in her curse filled shouting, but did it really matter? If she was able to close the distance with "Kimberly", she was going to shove past Emily and Maya and beat the shit out of her with the straight edge of her fan, if not begin some classic Latin Gangster knifing-- the fuck your face up forever type of knifing.