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icecoldfrostThe finger-shaped bruises from where Winston had grabbed her arm stood out sharply against her pale skin, and her split lip and swollen face also stood testament to Emma's argument with Winston last night. She'd seek out Karla and have them healed after her family was good and gone; she didn't want her younger Sister getting any ideas about retribution.
For now, she wore it as a deliberate mark of rebellion against Winston, almost as a matter of pride, while she waited for the next round to begin. She'd thrown the gauntlet four years ago, and now Winston was calling her bluff.
But for once, Emma had the law on her side. And two very good lawyers who were going to make sure it stayed that way.
[OOC: NFI, OOC = OK. Comes after this.]
For now, she wore it as a deliberate mark of rebellion against Winston, almost as a matter of pride, while she waited for the next round to begin. She'd thrown the gauntlet four years ago, and now Winston was calling her bluff.
But for once, Emma had the law on her side. And two very good lawyers who were going to make sure it stayed that way.
[OOC: NFI, OOC = OK. Comes after this.]
