Tea Party Worthy of Wonderland (Ruby)

[attr="class","iii"]Is it sick of me
To need control of you
To want you crawling on your knees
To want you biting down on me

[attr="class","naen"]How could she? There was no way in Hell she'd sin like that. Ruby couldnt even imagine turning down the opportunity to get her hands on a nice mission, finally something different from "go fetch me a vodka bottle". It would have been a mistake if she just refused to come meet this person claiming to have some assignment involving cleaning evidence and such. Those were the fun missions too, the details required Ruby's patience and focus, and it was very brain stimulating to observe a crime scene, wondering what moves were made around the room. So Blackwood considered turning the mission down as pretty much a sin.

Ruby got her stuff packed, two pairs of latex gloves, minor tools and unstensils for cleaning up small droplets of whatever liquids there were spilled, a small bottle just enough to clean up a ballroom's floor of any stains and scents alike (but also kinda take away the breath or pulse of anyone who inhaled the cleaning substance's smell for too much) and whatever else fit in her suitcase. She tossed that in the back of her car, and drove to the given adress.

To her surprise, it didnt take much to get where she was needed, and Ruby inspected the building quickly, grabbing the suitcase and entering the place. The blonde pushed a few doors open inside, peeking through and noticing nothing unusual. Though at a given moment, she knocked on what appeared to be a properly closed door, before twisting the knob and looking through the room. Her gaze landed first on the woman sitting casually in an armchair, sipping from her tea contently. The scent of blood around might have bothered Ruby, if she was still 10 years old. But now, it was not the case. She grew used to it, and her eyes shifted onto each and every lifeless body laying around. "Hi, I'm looking fo-- Hmm, nevermind, all good." The Israeli let out a small chuckle to herself, her lips starting to get shaped into a subtle smirk. She was definitely where she had to be.

The woman gracefully made her way through the bodies, avoiding to step on any, and pondered if she should approach the woman in an...awfully gorgeous white dress (if she urged to keep the classy composure, a fitting vocabulary should do it too) . Well, the woman was enjoying her tea, with god dammit no stains on her dress, bless, there was no need for Ruby to just approach her like that. Yet, she'd place the suitcase against a wall with no bloodstains on it, and extend her arm towards the black haired lady. "Blackwood, Ruby." She had presented herself, honestly unsure if the woman knew her name or not, or other contact details besides the phone number used to summon her through.

Eyes on the tea cup, Ruby. She mentally scolded herself for a second, her blue gaze moving from Theresa's face, her cleavage but then quickly on the set of tea cups, before returning to her face.

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