[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://media.tenor.com/9TC3yK09wpsAAAAC/winona-ryder-annoyed.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Las Vegas
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	It had been a few days since they had arrived in Las Vegas. It was different than she remembered, but very much the same beast underneath. The hotel they were staying in reminded her of the Lotus Hotel. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shadows of those men, stalking her like helpless prey. The laughter of hotel guests in the casino, in the restaurants, in the pools - it sounded like screams. In the middle of the night, she would wake up in a cold sweat, screaming her head off. She felt like she was losing her mind. And maybe she was. Each minute that passed in this place, she felt a little less like herself - a little more like some pitiful damsel in distress. She didn't eat much. She didn't know if Zeke noticed. She gave her food to Joanie. 

	If she didn't hate the scent of it, she probably would've spent the entire time smoking. 

	Instead, she chewed on ice chips. She filled cups with them and popped them into her mouth, grinding her teeth down against them, crunching them down. She didn't take showers. Her hair was a filthy, tangled mess of curls. She shoved it down under a bandana, a hasty method to keep her from looking insane. 

	On the second day, when she couldn't stand the hotel walls, she took Joanie and left. She went to where her mother had lived. She didn't know what to expect when seeing Betty again. But in the end, it ended up not mattering. She learned that her mother had died in the early 90's of an overdose. Just another soul claimed by the strip. Nancy didn't feel anything, when she learned the news. And that made her feel monstrous. 

	The night of the second day, Nancy had sat in the empty tub of the bathroom. Like a nervous tic, she shuffled her cards over and over again, never picking one out, just shuffling. She eyed the phone installed in the bathrooms. Most hotel rooms in Vegas had one there. Nancy always assumed it was so that way when you died on the toilet, you'd have a chance to phone someone right beforehand. She wished she could've called Mads and Niah. By the time morning had come, and dark shadows had permeated under her eyes, Nancy was sitting on the too soft bed. It was supposed to be the day - the day that they'd go to the Lotus Hotel. 

	She didn't think she could eat anything. The same had been true of the day before. And mostly the day before that. Water and ice chips were the only things she could get down. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Yeah, I got you,"[/color] Nancy said to Zeke, as he went into the bathroom. She had ordered room service for him a few times. She always insisted it was left outside the door. And when she would open the door to grab it, she had her Celestial Bronze daggers at the ready, just in case [i]it happened[/i] again. 

	She moved to pick up the phone, only for a shimmering image to appear in front of her. The image was of Demetri. She scowled unconsciously. She would've rather done this entire mission without them. [color=#9370DB]"Meet us outside of [i]there[/i] in half an hour,"[/color] Nancy said firmly. She was doing her best to look indifferent, to seem tough and invulnerable, but it only succeeded in making her more haunted. She waved her hand through the image, hoping that would dispel it. She felt sick to her stomach.