[center][color=#807B84][sub][i]There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true...[/i][/sub][/color]
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[color=#816C90][sup][b]╚════════════════════════════════════════════ J Ä G E R B O M B ═══════════════════════════════════════════╝[/b][/sup][/color][/center][color=#816C90][indent][sub][B]Location[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Unit 814, Ruthven Heights[/I] - [I]Milk Street[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #2.02:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]An Unexpected Call[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][hr][INDENT][COLOR=#816C90]|[/COLOR] [color=#807B84][B][sub]Earlier[/sub][/B][/color]

[INDENT]The steady hum of traffic eight floors below her bedroom echoed in the ears of Ellara Van Abrams as her tired eyes slowly opened to the dimly lit room. The blinds on the window adjacent to her bed were once again left ajar from the previous night and now allowed what little sunlight there was beneath the heavy cover of clouds to freely pass into the room.  Letting out a loud, audible groan, Ellara pulled one of her numerous pillows over her face, groaning again as she rolled about restless, vainly trying to get comfortable enough to return to her slumber.

Unfortunately for Ellara, her bladder had its own demands and there was no way she was going to be able to return to sleep given the amount of bourbon that now required a release. With one final groan, the young woman reluctantly stood, wobbling slightly as she exited her room, making it halfway towards the bathroom before pausing to realize she wasn’t wearing any pants. Leaning against the wall, Ellara pressed a hand to her pounding head as she focused her hearing, listening to the apartment. While she could hear Mrs. Sinclair’s pot boiling three doors down, she couldn’t hear Natalie’s breathing which meant that in this moment, she thankfully had the apartment to herself.

Finishing her trip to the bathroom, Ellara stumbled her way back down the hall and into the kitchen. Rummaging through their admittedly lightly stocked cupboards, Ellara pulled out a package of coffee, looking down into as she noticed there was only enough left for one. With a shrug, she emptied the box, brewing herself a cup. Walking to the fridge, Ellara grabbed a pen before quickly scribbling ‘kahvi’ with a sad face on the roommates’ ‘Out Of’ list.

Sitting down with the freshly brewed mug, Ellara noted an open bottle of Jack’s sitting out on the table. Assuming it could only have been hers as she had never seen Natalie so much as take a shot in the eight months they’d been living together, Ellara absently poured a portion of the bottle into her mug before taking a long, loud sip. 

The ring of her cellphone caused Ellara to jump as her hands immediately went to her thighs only to slap against bare skin as she was once again reminded about her current lack of pants. Honing in on the sound, Ellara slowly stood as she walked out of the kitchen into the apartment’s modest living room, a confused look crossing her face as she spotted her discarded jeans atop the back of the old recliner Natalie had somehow managed to bring up eight flights of stairs. 

Grabbing the jeans, Ellara lazily flopped over the arm of the chair as she pulled the scratched phone out of the backpocket, quickly sliding her thumb across the screen pressing the device to her shoulder with her cheek.

[color=#816c90]“Hello.”[/color] She answered flatly having not bothered to look at the number before doing so.

[color=#cc4125]“Hello,”[/color] The familiar male voice replied as Ellara felt her cheeks flush, her hands curling into fists as the person on the other end continued to speak. [color=#cc4125]“I’m looking to speak to Ellara Van Abrams, is this her?”[/color] He asked as Ellara quickly snapped back.

[color=#816c90]“What the hell do you want?”[/color] Even after seven years, the pain of being kicked out by her Uncle was still a raw nerve.

[color=#cc4125]“I’ll take that as a yes,”[/color] Her Uncle replied dryly, Ellara could practically hear his eyes rolling through the phone as she sat up in her chair. [color=#cc4125]“Glad to see you’re as charming as ever.”[/color]

[color=#816c90]“You aren’t just calling out of the blue to banter with me, Uncle Thomas.”[/color] Ellara retorted. [color=#816c90]“If you could get to the [i]damn[/i] point and quite wasting both of our [i]fuckin’[/i] time that’d be peachy.”[/color]

[color=#cc4125]“Being rid of you was the best decision of my life, if I had done it sooner your Aunt, God rest her soul,”[/color] He paused as Ellara seethed, [color=#cc4125]“Might still be alive today.”[/color]

[color=#816c90]“What do you [i]fuckin’[/i] want!”[/color] Ellara screamed into the phone, at this point she was now standing in the middle of the room, practically holding the phone in front of her. The man on the other end went quiet, several silent moments passing before he spoke again.

[color=#cc4125]“Your father sent me something.”[/color] He stated, Ellara freezing as she heard the words. [color=#cc4125]“Well, a whole lot of something and I don’t really want it. It rightfully belongs to you and the fewer things I have to do with you Van Abrams the better.”[/color] 

[color=#816c90]“W-what...”[/color] Ellara paused, her voice cracking as she swallowed hard before speaking again. [color=#816c90]“What is it?”[/color]

[color=#cc4125]“It’s a crate, large but still of a size I can fit it in the back of my truck.”[/color] Thomas replied, [color=#cc4125]“I know you’re living in Santa Celia now, I can have it there by the end of the week.”[/color] He continued, [color=#cc4125]“Do you have a place I can send it?”[/color] He asked.

[color=#816c90]“Yes.”[/color] Ellara replied flatly, her answer hanging in the air as Thomas waited on the other end of the line.

[color=#cc4125]“I need the address, Ellara.”[/color] 

[color=#816c90]“One twenty-”[/color] She started before suddenly pausing. [color=#816c90]“No, wait, actually can you send it to my work?”[/color] Ellara asked.

[color=#cc4125]“If you give me the address.”[/color] He repeated once again as Ellara quickly punched the ‘Tír na nÓg’ into Google, selecting the address before dropping it into a text.

[color=#816c90]“I just sent it to you.”[/color] Ellara replied.

[color=#cc4125]“I’ll make sure it goes out today,”[/color] Thomas said, pausing as he went to say something else before suddenly Ellara ended the call. Throwing the phone to the ground, Ellara screamed towards the ceiling before storming back into the kitchen. Throwing back her sour mash laced coffee, Ellara slammed the empty mug back onto the table before heading towards the shower.[/INDENT][/INDENT]
[color=#816C90][indent][sub][B]Location[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]The Tír na nÓg[/I] - [I]Milk Street[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr][INDENT][COLOR=#816C90]|[/COLOR] [color=#807B84][B][sub]Now[/sub][/B][/color]

[INDENT]Pulling in the clutch as she guided her motorcycle around the corner, Ellara gently downshifted the bike before bringing it to a stop. Sitting at the lights a block away from the Tír na nÓg, she couldn’t help but notice the police type lining the alley as a gathered crowd tried to get a peak at the body. Adjusting her sunglasses, Ellara revved the engine as the light turned green, tapping her toe upwards as she shifted the bike back into gear and guided it further down the street before turning beside the bar. 

Driving the motorcycle into her usual parking spot, Ellara disengaged the engine and dropped the kickstand before walking through the backdoor of the Nog. Nodding as she passed the kitchen staff, Ellara made her way directly for the bar as she avoided eye contact with O’Sullivan.

[color=#38761d]“Yer late again, lass.”[/color] Paddy called as Ellara hung up her jacket and grabbed a glass. Polishing it as she ignored Patrick, Ellara forced a smile on to her face as she turned to the bar, slamming the glass down before speaking.

[color=#816c90]“So what can I get you?”[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT]