S A G A F U L C R O S S
The Fulcross Residence
June 27th, 3:00pm The sound of a gun cocking reverberated throughout the bright and spacious living room, emanating from the modestly sized television that had captured the full attention of Saga Fulcross. Sitting cross-legged upon a lengthy, black couch, her hands had a death grip on the drained tub of vanilla ice cream in her lap, dark eyes totally focused on the scene unfolding before her. This was her favorite show,
And Justice for All, that followed the partners Jared and Laura in their quest to solve all manner of grisly crimes. As of late, it had been taking some strange turn, focusing on the brutal murder of a multitude of children.
"What the fuck, Jared? This can't be happening..." the brazen lady whispered, leaning in as the show took a dramatic twist.
"Don't you see, Laura? I'm the one who killed all those little girls. And now, I'm going to kill you." A bespectacled, raven haired man warned a timid looking woman. She was pressed up against a wall with a handcannon against her forehead, her blonde locks drooping past the barrel of the gun. An ominous smile flickered onto Jared's handsome face. As a shot of the man's finger pulling the trigger flickered onto the screen, Saga's body tensed up in anticipation. However, just before Laura's fate was revealed, the screen went black. Unfortunately, the credits followed the scene, ending the show's one hour run time on a cliff hanger. It was obviously a ploy to attract more viewers, something that quite bothered Saga, someone had followed the drama since its inception.
Grimacing as the show implored her to catch next week's season finale of
And Justice for All, Saga let out a displeased growl and promptly got to her feet. A glance at the clock quickly made her eyes go wide, and a surge of panic hit her like a ton of bricks. Apparently she had been so engrossed in her show that time had gotten away from her.
"Shit! Saga swore loudly before placing the empty tub of ice cream on the coffee table, grabbing her keys, and fleeing from her home. As her lithe legs swung rapidly into the driver's seat of her olive green jeep, she silently cursed herself for being so inattentive. After all, Saga and the rest of the Kingsglaive had a mission to do, something she was not intent on being tardy for. Revving her powerful, all terrain beast to life, the furious woman reversed dangerously out of her drive way and onto the road, away from her modest home. Depending on how many laws she broke, a swift calculation told her she'd be at the Kingsglaive's safehouse in... 7 minutes, give or take.
K I N G S G L A I V E S A F E H O U S E
June 27th, 3:07pm It ended up that Saga was exactly right in her calculations, as she swung right into the parking garage when the clock struck 3:07. Sure, a few people probably hated her now after she cut them off and ran a few red lights, but that was beside the point. The fact was that the mission was not endangered now due to her prompt arrival. Narrowly barreling into vehicles she recognized as Gideon's car and Mirany's motorcycle, Saga parked perhaps a little
too close to the elevator. Not once had she ever been complimented for her driving skills, and it did not seem anyone would begin to in the near future. Clambering over her jeep's windowless door, hurried strides whisked her over to elevator's door, where she immediately placed her right hand on the pad. As the pricks of her palm subsided, the doors opened and she methodically pushed the singular button within the small chamber. Impatiently, the brazen woman tapped her foot and waited for her stop.
As the doors opened once again, Saga stepped out with the force of a hurricane. It was clear by her attire, nothing more than a white tank top and navy blue sleeping shorts, that she was not quite dressed for the mission at hand. Luckily, there was the standard issue Kingsglaive raiment waiting for her within the confines of a personal locker.
"Sorry, sorry. I got stuck in the tube." Saga announced her excuse for being tardy, all the while shaking her head in disgust. Her march led her next to Nero and she greeted him with a small smile. Deftly opening her locker and pulling out the military-esque garments within, she attempted to strike up some sort of conversation.
"Good to see everyone again. Looks like everybody is healthy and-" Her words teetered off as her nose caught the familiar scent of grease and tobacco wafting from Nero's form. As she hiked up a pair of tactical pants over her sleeping shorts, her eyes dangerously narrowed in on the well-built man.
"Nero, I thought we talked about this addiction of yours... I figured you would have stopped by now." Not even 5 minutes inside, and she was already on Nero's ass about his unhealthy habits.
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