07-31-2021, 09:57 PM
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This felt wrong.
There had been no verbal dispute between The Badlands and Flintlock Lodge but, ever since the death of his cousin, something felt off. Edmund was suspicious, quite frankly, as he stepped into the casino, adjusting his tie and carefully slicking his hair back whilst he stood near the entrance to scan the interior carefully. Badlanders appeared gregarious as they began to socialise with Flintlockers, and at face value it appeared that their intentions were overtly clear. This was just a party between two allies. But something didn’t add up in Edmund’s clockwork mind. He carefully clenched his jaw, muscles in his cheek protruding somewhat as his eyes darted warily from one stranger to the next.
Frederick’s death had been no accident. Leandro Aguillard had been dealing with the Knope family for some time, Edmund would quickly come to learn. Why had they been so heavily armed, as if in anticipation of some trouble with the Stirlings? Edmund couldn’t get his head around any of it as of yet which was driving him insane; Eddie’s analytical brain ached at the thought of being unable to work this enigma out. The Knopes surely had something to do with Freddie’s death, but why? What could motivate them to do such a thing? And this party ought to have been more than just coincidental.
Eddie struggled to figure out what was happening here, but he already knew that these barbarians were up to no good. ❝ Drink? ❞ A waitress holding a tray of drinks approached, Eddie watching her stoically before she purposefully hovered her hand around until picking up a particular glass. ❝ Sure. ❞ Eddie murmured softly, taking the drink that she held out before watching as she moved on. Eyes soon lowered into the glass, watching the way the colours of the alcohol and mixers began to merge as one. Her choosing of the glass felt purposeful. Too purposeful. Perhaps his paranoia was eating at him, but Eddie began to wander carefully through the casino before eventually lowering the glass at a nearby table, untouched.
Soon, Eddie raised his head, gaze wandering as he tried to locate The Administration. As of yet, he hadn’t spotted any of them — additional warning signs, or another observation to ignite his ever-growing paranoia. Perhaps it was all for good reason, or he was driving himself fucking insane. Who would have thought that the loss of Frederick could impact Eddie in such a way? Upon noticing a Badlander smoking a distance away, Eddie brought out a pack of rolled cigarettes and a lighter himself, hands barely shaking with the anticipation he felt as he brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it up. This was needed, he decided. Something to occupy himself in the anxious wait.
This felt wrong.
There had been no verbal dispute between The Badlands and Flintlock Lodge but, ever since the death of his cousin, something felt off. Edmund was suspicious, quite frankly, as he stepped into the casino, adjusting his tie and carefully slicking his hair back whilst he stood near the entrance to scan the interior carefully. Badlanders appeared gregarious as they began to socialise with Flintlockers, and at face value it appeared that their intentions were overtly clear. This was just a party between two allies. But something didn’t add up in Edmund’s clockwork mind. He carefully clenched his jaw, muscles in his cheek protruding somewhat as his eyes darted warily from one stranger to the next.
Frederick’s death had been no accident. Leandro Aguillard had been dealing with the Knope family for some time, Edmund would quickly come to learn. Why had they been so heavily armed, as if in anticipation of some trouble with the Stirlings? Edmund couldn’t get his head around any of it as of yet which was driving him insane; Eddie’s analytical brain ached at the thought of being unable to work this enigma out. The Knopes surely had something to do with Freddie’s death, but why? What could motivate them to do such a thing? And this party ought to have been more than just coincidental.
Eddie struggled to figure out what was happening here, but he already knew that these barbarians were up to no good. ❝ Drink? ❞ A waitress holding a tray of drinks approached, Eddie watching her stoically before she purposefully hovered her hand around until picking up a particular glass. ❝ Sure. ❞ Eddie murmured softly, taking the drink that she held out before watching as she moved on. Eyes soon lowered into the glass, watching the way the colours of the alcohol and mixers began to merge as one. Her choosing of the glass felt purposeful. Too purposeful. Perhaps his paranoia was eating at him, but Eddie began to wander carefully through the casino before eventually lowering the glass at a nearby table, untouched.
Soon, Eddie raised his head, gaze wandering as he tried to locate The Administration. As of yet, he hadn’t spotted any of them — additional warning signs, or another observation to ignite his ever-growing paranoia. Perhaps it was all for good reason, or he was driving himself fucking insane. Who would have thought that the loss of Frederick could impact Eddie in such a way? Upon noticing a Badlander smoking a distance away, Eddie brought out a pack of rolled cigarettes and a lighter himself, hands barely shaking with the anticipation he felt as he brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it up. This was needed, he decided. Something to occupy himself in the anxious wait.
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I'M OUT OF MY MIND, REPLAYING THE SCENE