Home; it's becoming a killing field.

[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds

[attr="class","naen"]It started out as a pretty uneventful day for Ruby. Morning chores, daily stuff, no tasks at hand to keep her busy, so she killed some time by watching weirdly sappy movies and staying on the couch wrapped in a blanket, bored out of mind. She had her feet on top of the sofa's backrest and her head hanging from the seat, trying to aim at her mouth when letting popcorn fall. She managed to get 5 out of 6 flowers so far, and luckily the missed one fell on her neck rather than littering around.

But it was when she got a text from a family friend, literally saying "i'd run if i were you", when the blonde knew she fucked up. What did that mean? She rushed off the couch with a dizzy cartwheel and crouched to search under the pillow for her backup knife. So much time had passed when she first made such a 'code talk' with her old friends, that Blackwood forgot what it meant. But it surely meant danger. She muted the movie, and looked around to make sure her place wasnt messy in case she'd have to leave without signs of a hurry. The blonde wrapped her navyblue, fluffy blanket around her, and was about to text back demanding more information, when there was a knock on her door.
No..What? Wait, holy shit this is not a training exercise.
She fucked up big time.

Ruby hurried to the door, unlocking three locks and parting the door open, being greeted first by the sight of one man in a basic black suit, and as the door opened more, her heart dropped to the neighbours downstairs. Her father..was standing in front of her door. In Chicago, America. Her PTSD pills did not give her hallucinations..so unless she got some poison in her body instead of apple juice at breakfast, this didnt make sense.

Ruby remained with a hand on the wooden edge of the door, the other holding her blanket around her shoulders loosely. "I..Abba (Father)?" For a second she stared in disbelief, until she realised how deep down she had missed her DNA father, because calling him a parent would be too much for the nothings he did. And so, @eliha was standing at her door with two men at his sides.

Ruby took a step forward, attempting to wrap her arms around Mr Blackwood's frame in a sudden embrace. She couldnt call it a hug. Maybe if he allowed that, she'd hold him close for a moment, before breaking the said embrace and welcoming him in the apartment. But if he didnt want her so close, or if his bodyguards had something to say, Ruby would stay tensed and move aside for the three to come in. "You did not tell me you were coming here. How was the flight?" As a genuinely caring daughter, (out of loyalty of course) she felt like his wellbeing concerned her. On the other hand, what Eliha could notice firstly about his daughter, was how from the military white shirt and cargo pants, she adopted the American clothing style. As well as attitude, but her stobborness was native.

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[attr="class","iii"]She'd trade her guns for love
But she's caught in the crossfire
And she keeps waking up,
But it’s not to the sound of birds

[attr="class","naen"]Ruby was not entirely sure why the thought of her father having had changed even ran through her mind. It was stupid. People dont change, at least not the bad ones. Her father didnt even mind her question about his flight, and at this point Red remembered why she didnt bother talking too much, back in Israel, towards her father unless it was her rebelling against him trying to hurt her. But the woman could not understand why he was here. After, what, 7 years? He decided to randomly land in Chicago and come turn her new life in a living hell. It was...strange, even for @eliha .

What was weirder, was the two goons of her father going around and casually messing with her doorknobs. What the hell? Her sliding door for the office room did not have a handle, but for the moment she was glad that was the case. They even fricking took the bathroom knob! What.. She was far too confused by that. Did he think she'd run into a room and lock herself up? That would be immature. And just to prove her stubborn attitude was still there, she will put new doorknobs the next day. But seeing as she was paying attention to what was going on, she wasnt on her guard to respond to what followed.

Her father's hand grabbed her neck, and Ruby's head instinctively tilted back a bit, unsure what he was trying to do. She did not let out any sort of yelps, no words to give him the satisfaction of knowing he startled her, no nothing. He walked her into the livingroom and threw the woman towards her couch, getting back into his shoes of a rude fuck. The blonde stopped herself from tumbling like a kicked puppy by trying to regain balance against the backrest with her hands, uncounciously not approving to submit to his shit either, before she sat down like nothing happened. She folded her arms for a brief moment and adjusted her blouse on her shoulders before grabbing the phone he tossed her, and looking at it unsure for a second, before up at her father. Hearing him speak Hebrew again sounded truly like she was dreaming. Or maybe having a nightmare. "Discuss..what?" She frowned curiously for a second, before unlocking the phone's screen and thinking who she could invite and not doom to an ugly death. The options were limited, and she had realised that none of her close ones were ready to meet her father. The phone connected to a restaurant's line, and she waited a second to hear the person's voice before speaking. "Hello, I'd like to reserve a table, for three, this evening. Is that possible?" Americans couldnt be ordered around, or they'd get rude and cocky and you'd achieve nothing. Ruby learned that in these 7 years. The woman on the other end of the line gave an hour and a goodbye, and Ruby thanked, hanging up the phone. "6 PM, it's settled. Why do you want me to invite someone else? I do not see how whatever matters to be discussed between the two of us would need a guest to watch." It would be embarrassing, she could tell as much. And at the moment, she could not afford to call anyone else other than Ryan King , her bigger brother figure, and part time adoptive father figure too. God..If Eliha ever heard the blonde say that, he'd probably rage on how she "replaced her brother" and shit. Eyerolling would do it, she wasnt that much of a puppet anymore. But Ruby could be sure that Mr Blackwood would take care of that too.

Eventually, she'd have to call Ryan, but only after this man left her home.

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