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10:15am - Rosaline Hall - Parlor

“Critical information has been acquired! Report to the meeting room!”

“Critical information has been acquired! Report to the meeting room!”

Sitting in a comfortable chair, legs drawn up to her chest with her eyes shut, Blake remained unmoving, not trusting that she could stand and walk anywhere without breaking something. Not with Ronan's voice hammering into her head in time with the pounding ache that resided right behind her eyes. 

“Critical information has been acquired! Report to the meeting room!”

"Ronan... shut up already..."

On the outside Blake looked as presentable as a princess. Her long pale blonde hair fell down her shoulders and back in perfect waves, her long black dress was perfectly pressed and completely covered the chair she sat in. Her makeup was flawless, and the color of her nails matched the silver in her necklace and single ring she wore as her only jewelry; save for two pearl studs in her ears.

“Critical information has been acquired! Report to the meeting room!”

Groaning again as the words kept pounding in her head, Blake opened one of her sky blue eyes momentatilry before closing it once more. Sure, on the outside she looked as though she stepped out of a magazine, on the inside she felt about as ugly as the beggars on the side of the road.

You know, those ones that are missing a few body parts and lunge at you as if they want to steal yours?

It took the consumption of a massive amount of alcohol the previous day to wash away all that ugly she felt inside. It would stay away for a while, a few days maybe she would be back to her normal, chipper, full of energy and annoying self... but then like always, that other side of her would creep up and start to stain her heart until she washed it away again. And for now, the other Ashes only knew her as a hyperactive struggling alcoholic. And that was good. If they knew the truth--

“Critical information has been acquired! Report to the meeting--”

Her eyes opened and she blinked as the sound finally cut off. Was the torment finally over?

“In case you didn’t catch that, please come to the meeting room. Now, please. See you in a moment.” the voice of Alberta rang through the mansion and Blake winced again as it brought another painful ache to her head. 

Sighing and extending her legs off the chair and to the floor, Blake would finally make an attempt to gather herself and report in with the others. Just for a few hours until her hangover wore off would she have to hold her pieces together. After that she would be fine.

"I'll be fine.... I'll be fine...." she mumbled as she stood fully and began to make her way barefoot to the meeting room. She actually looked down to make sure her feet were there, as if she was a child. Though it was odd not hearing the familiar tapping of heels as she walked. As she passed a large staircase, she looked up and tilted her head to the side a bit. Would it be worth it to go on a hunt for her shoes right now? She was probably already late anyway.

"What to do, what to do?" she spoke aloud, her voice now sounding as it usually did. Distant and dreamy...

Snapping her fingers, she smiled at the wall.

"I'll go barefoot!"

Lifting up her dress a bit at her hips so she didnt trip, she started skipping her way through the mansion until she reached the meeting room. She dropped her dress before walking in so no one would see she was without shoes, and as she entered, she saw most everyone was there, save for a few. So she was late but not the last. She could deal with that. Heaving a big sigh, Blake smiled at everyone as she walked past them to find a seat.

"All in favor of never hearing Roro speak again, raise a hand." she raised her arm high and smirked at Ronan after calling him by his nickname she'd given him. Taking a seat, she still had her arm raised awkwardly before lowering it suddenly as if she'd forgotten it was raised. After that she crossed her arms across her chest and closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat and trying not to seem as wound up as she was. 

"Really? I can't be the only one who thinks his voice is seriously whiny." she teased once more before falling silent.
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