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angel tears.

eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.

ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.

raina.

“Two tomato soups, one to go and a piece of pie, freshly baked by yours truly. No problem. You want the to-go in a coffee cup or a container?” A smile. “We don’t usually get sit ins, so it shouldn’t take too long to set up.” Aside from the few fables who go in just to make her life a living hell, so it was nice. “Just a sec.” She rushed off to the kitchen and brought out the first serving of soup, then went behind the counter and served up that pie. “And that all comes down to twelve fifty.” After pricing the meal, Raina moved a little closer to the table, almost next to the girl sitting by it. The Tweedles were usually for hire, but she knew if they saw she had money or anything of value, things might get a little hairy once she wanted to leave and all the witch wanted to do was protect the girl so she figured obscuring their view was the best bet. “So, New York City been treating you nicely? You a local, or?”

                _{KATE LISTENS CAREFULLY as her order is rattled off back to her. ‘ yes ma’am. and a container would be great. ’ she pauses once more, it’s clear there’s a THOUGHT turning over in her mind. ‘ do y’all have cherry coke ? ’ it’s UNLIKELY, since most diners only have regular or diet, but she can’t help the edge of hope that creeps into her words. soda in mexico is sugar-cane sweet, but the synthetic cherry tastes like home and days before she knew what it felt like to saw a monster in half with a chainsaw. the woman brings kate’s food out and preacher’s daughter tugs a wallet out from her purse - it’s not hers, but it looks like it once belonged to a real lady - soft worn-in leather that used to be white but is now graying with dirt. kate stole this one herself, from a blonde lady with a too-big smile in a mexican marketplace. the money in it is hers, though - as much as anything is. seth held the gun and kate emptied out the gas station register. finders keepers, the hundreds and fifties and twenties she peels apart are HERS now. she tugs one of the smaller bills out, places it on the table in front of her. ‘ oh, no ma’am. i’m from texas. ’ new york was one of those cities she DREAMED about as a kid - she had a shortlived dream of being on broadway back when she got a solo in church choir, but time wore on and at the ripe age of eighteen she’s likely to spend the rest of her life pulling scores and living on the run with a CAREER CRIMINAL. ‘ new yorks been great, though. it’s even bigger than i imagined. ’}