abby, lady taipan
she/her
32 years old
November 4th
slateport
bisexual
bar owner, drug manufacturer
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Absinthe Blackwood
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POSTED ON Oct 12, 2024 3:11:06 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","absinthe"] [attr="class","body"] even with the tight clench of her teeth and the tight grip on her titanium cane, each step absinthe takes sends a jolt of red-hot pain from her knee through the rest of her nervous system. cold sweat rolls down her back, and she has to pause to lean against a wall every few feet to keep herself from collapsing.[break][break] for a moment, she lingers in the shadow of the pharmacy she's spent the past few hours casing, hidden from view by the enormity of the brick behemoth. she presses her back into the wall and focuses on steadying her breathing. when the pain has receded from her knee, if only for a moment, she prepares herself to begin the long, agonizing trek back to her station in the barren remains of petalburg.[break][break] she's only made it a few blocks when she hears the crackle of a radio behind her, followed by the clipped, authoritative bark of an officer. "stop. turn around."[break][break] absinthe stiffens, then slowly turns, careful to keep her weight off her injured knee. the officer is tall and broad-shouldered, his face obscured by a dark-visored helmet, but there's something about his stance that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. "...and you are?" she asks, trying to keep her voice calm and level.[break][break] "officer marcus weld," he says, and even through the helmet's distortion, absinthe can hear the sneer in his voice. "and you're absinthe blackwood, widow of that piece of shit, cole. i never thought i'd see you slumming it down here in slateport."[break][break] absinthe's blood runs cold. she knew her husband had enemies—god knows she was one of them—but she never expected one of them to find her here, limping and alone on the empty streets of a sleeping city. she takes a shaky breath, mind racing as she tries to come up with a plan.[break][break] "what do you want?" she asks at last, tightening her grip on her cane. she's injured, yes, but she's not defenseless. she'll go down fighting if she has to.[break][break] weld takes a step closer, looming over her. "i want you to know that your husband was a worthless piece of shit, and i'm glad he's dead," he hisses. "and i want you to know that you're not welcome here, or anywhere. you're a disgrace."[break][break] absinthe sneers, prepared to bark back something sarcastic and witty, when the man moves too fast for her to react to and slams his fist into the side of her face. she is sent reeling to the ground in a heap of black clothing and blood.[break][break] "he ruined my life and never paid the price. now, i get to ruin yours."[googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".absinthe"]--accent:#D8AD43;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass]
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