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QueenOfHearts
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It was something straight out of a horror movie out there and he knew it. Hell, back home? He would have been the first to suggest going to watch a movie set up like this. When men become monsters and you haven't the foggiest your neighbor is the one out for your bloody, gory death. Where little girls could slit a grown man's throat with little more than a giggle. Yeah, before now? He would have found that a delightfully twisted and horrifying movie. Things are always a lot more amusing when it wasn't your reality. Not when a man that had been nothing but good to others is being hunted like a savage dog. Though his mind was pulled from those morbid musing as a chilly tone cut through the quite of the store, finally bringing his attention to the man who had took up the space beside him. Another witness of the Mr. Hyde to the Dr. Jeckel of this city.
Avery flinched slightly at the cold, almost violent look that had taken hold of his friend's features. He had seen the man in a dead panic. Hell, the first time had nearly made him shriek. Though in the older man's defense, it had been the first time the man had broken into his house in a night-terror fueled panic. He reacted how anyone else would had when someone break into their home. Though in retrospect that plan to roll out of bed would have been a whole lot more effective if he hadn't tangled himself in his sheets and had a rather intimate reunion with the rug. But this? This was quite a bit different than a blind panic. He felt the need to soothe and help the man find a little peace. No, this was something that put Avery on edge and made him more than a little concerned. Sammy was a big man, he had a few inches on him, let alone the man looked like he had done more than just keep in shape. While the dark blond? Well he might have gotten a touch lazy.
That was beyond the point though, he knew he was treading on thin ice, and what he was thinking, it would send him plummeting into that icy waters. "Sam…" He breathed, wiping his hands on the front of that almost obnoxious bright yellow and blue striped material of his apron. "Sammy, calm down. It's just'a…" He stopped clearing his throat, glancing back out at the people before he reached out pulling on blind. It taking a few fumbling tugs before the thin wooden blinds came down, bouncing against the wood of the store windows wooden stage that would display toys for all to see. He doubted that anyone wanted to see the latest set of toy soldiers or the cuddly friend he had stitched together when they had blood lust on the mind. "It's just'a celebration." He managed to push past his lips with only the smallest of catches in his throat. "One you ain't ready for." The older man added finally looking up to meet his gaze.
No one was ready for a Fête their first time. He sure as hell hadn't been. Let alone someone who he had considered a friend to get so riled up and excited for it. It was like watching a boy get excited to go on his first hunting trip with the older boys. Not going out and killing a man. Before Avery could even try and talk his new friend into calming down he had already turned away from him to stalk into the back room. Most likely to retrieve his keys. He knew that look on his face. He knew it and had seen it on men probably nowhere near as shell shocked as he was. He has seen men and women come back from overseas and not look like they had seen as many horrors as this one man has seemed to. He knew as soon as he received the call; Sammy couldn't go out there.
It wasn't for the sake of the people out there, no, some of them could have used a good sock to the old noggin. Though he doubted it would have helped a thing. What would have happened in truth was something worse, and Sammy would be throwing himself in the middle of a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. If he didn't get a bloodthirsty mob turned on him, he might find himself on the wrong end of the "law". "Sammy…" He called a warning hint to his tone. He sounded more like a father lecturing a misbehaving little boy instead of a grown man.
With the single thought of what might befall his friend if he stepped outside that door is what brought the older man moving across the floor in long strides, he not far behind Sammy. Though unlike the brunet that had went farther in to retrieve his belongings the toy-maker had other ideas as he quickly turned and locked the door behind him with a click. He was quick to stuff the small brass key deep in his pants pockets, before he pressed himself back against the door. Avery had no doubt that the bigger man can likely take him down in a traditional fight. It had been a good number of years since he had last found himself in a brawl. Hell, he used to be in bed before nine AM if it was a school night. So, this might not have been his brightest idea, but he knew Sam would try to break up that mob. He was willing to take a few lumps for that. "Sammy, bud, yer stayin'." He breathed, cringing as he crossed his arms with every ounce of the righteousness of a concerned friend, and quite possibly a hovering mother.
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Meanwhile a certain doctor was trying to catch her breath. It had hit her like a ton of bricks. It always did, sadly. She tried she honest to goodness had been. Though there is only so far trying is going to get her. She felt that ice cold ball twist and turn in her chest to where it felt like she could never keep a full breath. Fear, panic. These were familiar friends now and she'd preferred if they would just stay home. Lex flinched as she heard some excited teens let out an excited shout running down the street with all the enthusiasm of a child with a new toy on Christmas. It made her stomach flip and knot. She wished she was frightened of the potential mayhem that could stem from an unchecked mob. She wanted to feel shocked and horrified at the fact human beings could act in such a manner. These would be far more reassuring reasons then what had her holding herself as tightly as she could, she trying her best to be mindful of the sharp end of her scalpel she still held in a white knuckled grip. How idiotic would it be if she managed to stab herself? A trained surgeon?
Her fear that settled over her like a fog, was for a dilemma of her own making. She knew him, she knew Jeramiah. She wished she just knew him from her visits to the Coffee shop. It would be simpler that way. No, she knew him from meetings. Meetings that included discussions on subjects that could get your throat slit. That did and have. Why did she go along with this? Why didn't she just duck her head and trudge through the rest of her days like every other resident? Her nerves didn't need this. It was no secret that the doctor had what might be called an anxiety problem. Overly large crowds, sudden loud sounds. She was, As Mr. Avery Howard liked to put it; jumpier then a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. She had made her choice. Now she must deal with it. Alexia rubbed her free hand up and down her arm, trying to swallow back the lump in her throat as she tried to stand a little straighter, eyes kept on the ground in front of her. She had followed the flow of the other residents, making her way toward the center of town. She didn't want to go, no she didn't want to watch. She know she couldn't. But, she had to. If nothing else for the security of having looked like she attempted to celebrate despite her 'fragile disposition' few would suspect that her anxiety this time was brought on by something other than her high strung nerves.
Worse of all she found herself concerned for a young woman she had dragged into this. Into these secret meeting, encouraged ideas that could get any of them killed. Casey. Her friend, and sadly the poor woman she encouraged. She had to be upset, frightened. Lex felt as if she was responsible for the blond. If anything came of this that might harm her it would be her fault and she knew it. She cared for her friend and knew her well enough to know she had to be anything but calm at that moment. The only solace she had was that the waitress had likely been at the bar when the call came. If she had been, she had no doubt a certain bartender was likely taking care of her. That she took comfort in at least. It was one less thing that needed to be repeated over and over in her mind. She already had her hands full with the ideas of how easily this could be her, any of them.
She couldn't watch Eric do this and she knew it. The doctor had managed to calm enough where she didn't sound like she was going to faint at any moment. Though the color still refused to return to her cheeks or her hands to warm. She was returned to her senses when she was jostled by someone knocking into her shoulder making her stumble a bit to the side, as a scowl wanted to replace the frown that pulled on her lips. She looked up only a moment. Just the one. And every fiber of her being regretted it. She had to look back down, as she shuffled farther back in the crowd, doing her best to keep her eyes down. She didn't need to show anything, she didn't trust herself to keep her composure if she actually watched. The shouts, the sounds, it was already far more then she could stand. It was an effort, she didn't want to be questioned tomorrow by nurses or staff that claimed to see her anywhere but at the 'celebration'. If a certain nurse that set her on edge by even being in the same room, were to question her. It was sadly the lesser of two evils. She just knew after this, she might have to drink until seeing straight was a silly illusion.
Lex cringed, pulling her arms tighter at the shout of heretic cutting through the numerous shouts and cheers. Of human beings calling for blood. Whatever maker, god, thing, she didn't' care, above, she hated this much noise.