Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170607213356/@comment-26854056-20170616195748

It took around thirty minutes for Elizabeth to put all of the places in set.

The small array of shotguns and knives hidden under her dress was surprisingly easy to put together. The scenery surrounding the fake little "funeral" was a pain in the ass. Flowers and candles decorated the area around a fake urn filled with concrete dust, compulsed sympathetic stranger or two loitering at the back, preparing to leave.

To be honest, she thought that she was playing the role of sweet little widow quite nicely. With a little black dressed, a hunched, grieving figure and a rosary clutched desperately in her tiny little hands, nobody would suspect her intentions.

Before she could sit down on one of the pews, she quickly turned her head around to the sound of creaking from the door. She squinted her glassy eyes against the sudden light, muttering under her breath

"...Ophelia?"

She stifled a curse under her breath, the preperation's haven't at all been finished yet, but if she blew her cover now, a chance like this would never come again.

Playing the act even more so, she started tearing up, letting out a sorrowful wail from behind the black veil she was wearing as he charged toward's her, embracing her in a weak hug.

Leon stirred in bed, awoken by the sound of his phone ringing on the nightstand. He scooted away from Harvard's sleeping form in an attempt to not disturb him. However, once he read the text, he immediately jerked up, gripping on the bedsheets and even shaking the bedframe on accident.

Trying to stifle an urge to jump out of bed to drag the woman home, he quickly texted her back, demanding her to get out of the damned place if she feels endangered.

Despite after all she's done, Elizabeth was still family. And no matter how many times he tried to forgive her for all of the little "incidents" she caused, he couldn't bring himself to it after what she did to Harvard and the twins, especially. Her behaviour only became more and more horrific and manipulative after Collie's death. Ophelia going alone with Elizabeth into a secluded church in the middle of nowhere could never be a good sign.

A feeling of panic began to rise in his chest, screeching profanities that would surely ban him from entering several countries if ever heard.

"SHIT-"