Lucille Faraday
Location: Pinefall High Pool - Showers
Phase: Morning Phase
Date: 08.09.1994 (THU)
Weather: Overcast
“In the name of the Lord,” Lucille said, glaring daggers at the teen she’d caught in one of the worst positions she had seen in a while. “Just what were you trying to do?”
She had the good faith to believe in Colt… but perhaps Xylia was actually right in one regard. Still, perhaps this was just a mistake made in haste after listening to that girl. Then again, that didn’t change how bad the current scene was. No, this was something worth immediate correction. Extremely so.
“Colt, I’m willing to go help most people out to a ridiculous degree, but commit a crime like that and I will hound you to the ends of the earth. So calmly reconsider and back away from that entrance right now.” An icy threat escaped her lips, but this was for his own good. Based on the screaming coming from inside the girls’ showers, he would be dead. If not that, horribly maimed. She had to prevent that from happening.
“For the love of… You could have left an apology note that she would tear up instead of you. Or maybe apologize later when she’s ideally cooled off a bit. Or, more importantly, not be here. Imagine if someone like Mercedes caught you right now. Xylia would be the least of your worries.” Lucille listed off a list of what she thought were rational suggestions, but she was growing increasingly concerned about the situation Colt had gotten himself into. This had the opportunity of blowing up too easily.
No, there was no point in giving him options. She’d decide for him. Otherwise something even worse could happen.
After a slight moment of deliberation, Lucille grabbed Colt’s arm and tried to yank him out of the girls’ locker room.