[ It takes her a moment to register the change in Luke's face. She called him 'kid' on more occasions than she would have liked now as she grips the baseball bat tightly in her grasp. She'd prefer a pistol, honestly just so she can shoot one bullet off against his smug little mouth.
It happens quickly - his words barely registered until the clank of his bracelet hits the ground. He's too calm - calculative, just like this is all business. She inhales sharply, feeling her knees, as pained as they were from broken glass, buckle. It's not long until Lara pipes up and she finally... has to acknowledge the other girl.
She sees as anger flushes through Lara's face and how there's nothing but utter disappointment. Elizabeth won't take that moment away from her. The confusion, the mix of bitterness and resentment for how this moment has pitted them all against one another. It wasn't worth it to blame anyone but the staff that seemingly put them here, but... Liz allows it. She lets her have her final moments. She's watching both Luke's hands and Lara's - even if she trusted her, she can't fully. Not when one person walks out. ]
Staff first... [ Elizabeth spews in a venomous slow drawl. ] You get that privilege.
[ She'll begin to advance, tentatively. Maybe her first mistake is offering kindness to Luke despite the anger in her own heart: ]
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[ It takes her a moment to register the change in Luke's face. She called him 'kid' on more occasions than she would have liked now as she grips the baseball bat tightly in her grasp. She'd prefer a pistol, honestly just so she can shoot one bullet off against his smug little mouth.
It happens quickly - his words barely registered until the clank of his bracelet hits the ground. He's too calm - calculative, just like this is all business. She inhales sharply, feeling her knees, as pained as they were from broken glass, buckle. It's not long until Lara pipes up and she finally... has to acknowledge the other girl.
She sees as anger flushes through Lara's face and how there's nothing but utter disappointment. Elizabeth won't take that moment away from her. The confusion, the mix of bitterness and resentment for how this moment has pitted them all against one another. It wasn't worth it to blame anyone but the staff that seemingly put them here, but... Liz allows it. She lets her have her final moments. She's watching both Luke's hands and Lara's - even if she trusted her, she can't fully. Not when one person walks out. ]
Staff first... [ Elizabeth spews in a venomous slow drawl. ] You get that privilege.
[ She'll begin to advance, tentatively. Maybe her first mistake is offering kindness to Luke despite the anger in her own heart: ]
Any last words?