Knocks on the door

peeks a last time.

The Blanc Residence
Well, she hadn't planned it this way but as it was, it put her folks, that is her mom and sister and brother somewhere downtown for the rest of the night after treating them to shopping and inner around the night at the theater.

But regardless, the house was unlocked and there was almost always some food or baked goods left around from mom — Holly knew you'd be in no mood to do anything but shrink and worry.

…god, it was gauche to arrive back at Rockshore in the car she was driving, but Holly anticipated that it was going to be, just… one of those days, you know? A happy one, a fun one, a celebration of artistic triumph, or… maybe just a silly excuse for a loud car and a rowdy party.

And just where was Brix, anyway? Holly coulda sworn she meant to run into him sometime during the night but the entire ordeal and resulting crisis just threw her into a whirlwind, a huracàn if you will, and deposited her after so many consecutive impulsive decisions, to offer her place as a safe haven and then even more recklessly, follow you here.

You knew about her stupid pink car, right? Well it was rumbling rather obviously outside for a second — oof she might have scraped the front diffuser against the crappy off-angle driveway, before the engine cut and she was hurrying inside the modest single-family home.

"Leo?" she called out, bursting through the side door from the driveway, still kinda fighting the way she had to hike up her skirt up from its trailing mermaid up to her knees just so she could work the pedals, carrying her shoes in on one hand.

"Christ, dude, I'm so sorry I ruined everything…"

-has to head in to the day... knows he will be back, sorry he has missed cherry c-

The Blanc Residence
He'd run. He's not proud of it, leaving Holly with his parents, but his meagre ability to cope snapped. No, it had snapped well before that.

Once he got in the Uber, he'd realized he can't just go home. For all his trespasses, he couldn't add another to the list - Elodie had broken up with him. He couldn't just show up at their apartment. Her apartment. If he could just talk to her... he'd done the unforgiveable, already, if she'd given up on him. He'd hurt so deeply, so much, and he'd been doing it for weeks. But he still needed to talk to her. To try. Even if it was too late.

And she might take pity on him and agree to him sleeping on the couch for a night.

So he'd phoned, left a message, and then phoned again. Had, in fact, phoned til her voicemail told him no more messages could be left. If she wouldn't even answer the phone, what hope was there? The coffin hadn't needed more nails, but that was the last one on the part of him that hoped maybe he could make things right.

He was going to have to tip the driver really well.

When he'd switched his destination to Rockshore, he hadn't been entirely clear on where. Again, he'd just kind of tapped the map to take him somewhere, and Rockshore was far enough he'd kind of hoped he'd have a plan before he got there. Keep redirecting an Uber all night didn't seem viable.

Somewhere across the bridge, Holly had called to check on him, and when she'd offered him someplace to go, he'd been beyond relieved to have the 'nowhere to go' problem solved. By the time he got there, his voicemail was full of messages from his parents. Messages he did not even try listening to.

By the time she got there, he'd wept himself out - there were no more tears left. Instead, he was in an echo of the pose she'd found him on the curb outside the theatre, the only difference his head was resting on his knees, drawn up to his chest.

-sits down, hard and waiting-

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Rehearsals
It wasn't until the conversation ended that Holly realized that she was burning up and practically hyperventilating. She wouldn't self-describe as terrified, but nevertheless off-kilter. Delirious to the point of escalating completely unnecessarily.

The most flattering interpretation was that it was all very deliberate, to say that she invoked a contingency toward 'Holly's the crazy one — Leo our sweet boy is innocent after all, did you hear the manner with which she spoke at us?' and even in the worst of scenarios the very least she could offer Leo was an out.

…but right now her head was far from clear. She was far from rational, and after a dizzying backstep where she nearly lost her balance, Holly dug into her purse and pursued her keys, rapidly tapping through her phone as she presumed she'd be fighting Leo's parents on an entirely different arena, now: Getting through to his number.

Simultaneously, her keys maneuvered to waking that violently pink Lamborghini in the parking lot — yes, one of the rare times the Huracàn got to see downtown again. What, if not for her own acting debut?

(l/p)

-sits down... hard and waiting-

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The House
Slowly stands up, still holding the blanket.

"If I told you now,
It would be for your protection,
'Cause I'm sure I'd disappoint you,
Though I can't imagine how.
Would it make me better
If I told you now?
Could you make me better
If I told you now?"

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Robert M. King Performance Hall
"Success is not measured in something as crass as money." So says a woman who has never worried about it. The worst part, perhaps, is that she fully believes it - your success is absolutely meaningless.

She doesn't know who you are, after all.

"Do. Not. Point at me, young lady." There's another warning there - nothing as crass as violence. But repercussions, the kind that come with the absolute certainty that you have more power and privilege than the person you are talking to.

It's at that point that Leo's mother notices Leo is missing, and frowns, touching her husband's shoulder. "Leave her, darling. She's not worth it."

And like that, again, you are dismissed. The Sterlings redirezcting to look for Leo, or perhaps the Stones.

Bye Cindy

-sits down... hard and waiting-

Oh Cindy? That's not good, I certainly can help you with the lonely part, love to keep you company when possible?
*smiles *

lp

*pats His head*

opps... got to run, now...

always been fun..... bye

LP