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Yes, dad <3


Sorry for taking so long. I think my baby is finally finished. Amen. Might change it up if I do find something I'm not happy with. Do tell me if there's something bugging you, dear DD.
Is this still open? The interest check really caught my attention!
I could create another chat?
Really interested! Currently planning my CS so I can start working on it.
I'm really interested but I have to check if I'm able to involve myself in another RP unu

Shall be able to let you guys know what's up tomorrow afternoon.
Alex Rodriguez

September 5th, 1969.
1104 HRS

Her sharp eyes had met with Lisa's when she had looked over and caught sight of the strange liquid on the floor. After watching the other girl leave with not much to say, Alex's mind began going through several things she could do. She tried thinking but there was a voice that whispered in the back of her head, not really giving her a chance of rummaging through the options sprawled out in her brain as a single thought kept being pushed to the front of her mind. The answer appeared to be pretty clear to her subconscious, at least. It kept repeating in a rush Usa tu poder raro, pendeja.

Hands rapidly holding the pale student and the stupid old man made Alex react. It was her cue, apparently. She concentrated for a moment, visualizing the spot on the floor where the bright substance was chilling and then making it disappear in her mind. She looked over at the two cops and whoever was near enough to catch a glimpse of it and question it or even go as far as touching it without really giving Alejandra a moment to analyze it and pushed that same image unto their minds. She had never tried her power on so many people but she had to make do because they were handcuffing her client and just que mierda creen que hacen.

Stepping forward, hoping her plan was actually working, the immigrant called the cop, who was grabbing Nick, out. "Hey, why are you handcuffing him?" The latin senior questioned, brows raised and a fierce gaze that was locked on the cop's back matching her not welcoming body language and expression. Alejandra looked over at Nick and noticed the dermis on his chest irritated- red contrasting against his paleness. Her brows raised further while her mouth moved on its own, a que mierda? being clearly mouthed. Her eyes widened when two and two were started to be put together because doesn't Nick usually have a gold, shiny chain around his neck?
What. The. Fuck. Was. Going. On. Here.

Blinking and shaking her head a bit, deciding she was going to leave that subject for later discussion, she tapped the cop's shoulder, having noticed the fucking guy hadn't even turned to acknowledge her. "I asked you a question.", Alejandra said with her jaw tightened a bit. "Why are you handcuffing him?" She said once more, not leaving the cop's side as he walked toward the ambulance. "I understand you handcuffing Jones, but I don't quite understand the logic behind handcuffing a student who was almost assaulted by the school's VP". At that, the Hispanic young woman turned to said VP and just looked disgusted at the sight of him.

Watching how Kostache was thrown into the ambulance, she frowned and walking towards him, pushing a nurse away, she motioned to his damaged white skin on his exposed chest. "What happened to your chest, Nick?" She inquired, softly and low. A headache was starting to make her skull throb and her legs felt a tad weak. She took hold of the edge of where the smoker was sitting, looking down for a moment to regain her bearings, waiting for the other to answer her question.
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