Ms Venable and Dc Staple take interest in OFC. It's situated at the mental facility in "Glass" and run by Dr Ellie Staple.
Multiple Sarah Paulson characters, cross over.
The air was heavy. I call it the calm before the fucking storm, a bit one too. Big enough to make me think of the arc that they used to talk about in Sunday school. The guy gets angry at humanity and drowns them all but then I am the crazy one. If you'd asked me if his only mistake was letting Noa and his family live, he could have ended the real plague. Righteous Christians who think for some reason that they are less retched that the rest just because they get on their knees and pretend to be decent one hour a week. Fuck them... at least now I don't have to pretend I tolerate them anymore.
With those last thoughts she whipped the tears from her cheeks and went back to her cold and distant demeanor. They didn't deserve her tears, nor more space in her mind. She grabbed her bag that she had leaning on the car floor against her knees, the only one they let her keep in her person, and opened it. It had the most important things she had, not the most expensive but the ones she might jump in the fire to get, and pulled out a perfume. A kick spray in the neck that she rubbed with her right wrist and inhaled deeply. Her worries seemed to disappear with that sweet smell. It was hypnotic and comforting even when everything else seemed to go to shit.
She changed her music on her air pods, born to die, and closed her eyes leaning against the window opening it enough to feel the sweet little brise on her face. Normally she would rather keep her eyes open and be aware of her surroundings at all times but couldn't. Not now. Now she could only feel the breeze, the cold hair of her face made her feel free and safe. Like when she went on her motorcycle rides with her dad in the middle of the woods. Some people might have been scared because of how fast he drove sometimes but she trusted him with her life and knew he would never put her in danger.
When she was upset or feeling overwhelmed, she would sometimes imagine she was on those same roads that seemed to go on forever and driving alone in the motorcycle. In control and free.
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