(After the 20-year time skip)
Name: Quilla Miller
Age: 28
Died hair: Yes
Hair Color: Blueberry Blue
Hair Length: Long
Hair Style: Slightly Curly ( put up in a high ponytail)
Highlights: Cherry Red
Location: 2 in front, 2 on the side, and 2...
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Quila
( 20 years later)
( Quilla's P.O.V.)
I instantly bolted up, heavily breathing.
In the middle of calming down, three knocks ring out from the other side of the door.
Getting up with my t-shirt rolled up a little on the back I slowly walk towards the door, hearing Uncle Joel get up also.
Opening the door, I found Tess on the other side of the door, looking pissed off with a few cuts on her face.
" Joel here?" She asked.
" Yeah." I moved to the side.
" Want a drink?" She asked as she started poring some aged liquor I found on my last supply run.
" Sure." I said as Uncle Joel interred the living room/kitchen.
" Well," Tess began after she swallowed the liquor she had in her mouth. " I have some interesting news."
" Where were you, Tess?" Uncle Joel asked.
" West End district," She said. " We had a drop to make, remember?"
" We. We had a drop to make." Uncle Joel said angerly.
" Yeah. Well, you wanted to be left alone, remember?"
I looked at Uncle Joel between the silence, caused by Tess drinking from her glass.
While she was drinking, Uncle Joel went over to the counter, grabbed a rag, came back over, and started cleaning Tess's cuts.
She took the rag and put it on her right cheek.
" So." Uncle Joel said, looking at Tess, as he leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms in front of him. " I'll take one guess. The whole deal went south and the client made off with are pills. Is that about right?"
Chuckling, Tess said the deal went off without a hitch, she just ran into trouble coming back.
She had gotten' jumped by some guys, then she dropped a bombshell on us.
