The fine line between good and bad is always blurred.
Living the life of a fugitive for over a decade, Adeline is approached about a job prospect. The mission is simple; recover the Tesseract.
Little did she know at the time, but that one decision...
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"It was a straight up roach-fest last night."
"Here I thought you slept in the trash with the rest of your people."
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Drawing upon eleven in the morning I force myself to pull over in the town of Blacksburg, unable to force my eyes to remain open. Twelve hours is an extraordinary amount of time to remain on the road especially if you're running on no sleep. If I had money to pull into a motel I would but unfortunately, I forgot to pick up any from Tony. Instead I'd packed a sandwich.
Check out those priorities.
I don't sleep for long in the back of the Mercedes until I force myself back on the road at three in the evening. The sooner I get to my apartment in the French Quarter the sooner I can sleep and buy more food. Singing along to the radio to keep myself awake it's dark once again when I reach the French Quarter at midnight. Deciding to keep the car down the street I walk clumsily down the strip and into the familiar bar Lavos. Duffels in my hands I wait patiently for the barwoman to come over. Glaring away men who dare approach me. Running on no sleep or food I'm desperate to just get upstairs.
"How can I help you?" A friendly blonde girl with crazy curls approaches me.
Offering her the best smile I can, I inform her "You have a key to an apartment upstairs that is mine in lockbox 2A."
Raising her eyebrow, she asks "Name?"
"Jackson will know", I mention to her with a kind smile "Ashley Hillberry." For a moment she watches me cautiously before agreeing to go back and ask her manager. I keep up my kind façade until she is out of sight, dropping my head against the filthy sticky bar.
"I'll be damned. Adeline Collins." A lazy smirk falling onto my lips I roll my head back up watching Jackson pace around the bar towards me, mess of blonde a styled effortlessly. Shaking my head at the unkept mess I drop my bags down and let him pick me up, spinning me around as he boisterously cheers. "Half a decade later and you show your face here", he remarks placing me back on my feet "You couldn't have called?"
