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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"]Dislike and jokes aside, Aiden was a good man, probably. Under that drunk exterior laid a drunker heart and he sure had his own reasons to have joined Enigma. Ruby didnt care for everyone's reasoning as long as they were loyal to the cause, and didnt stir up unnecessary drama. When it came to Aidan, his loyalty worked well until he got drunk and picked sides- especially inside his own team. He always seemed to have something to complain about or to swear at, even more so if Ruby was involved or just happened to be around. The reason? She had no idea, but deep down it was entertaining and she'd admit that if needed. It isnt daily when you see someone hate you out of nowhere and then search for even more stuff to dislike you for. Not quite boring. But for all she cared, as long as he did his own damn job and assignments, he could hate her all he wanted. It was all business, and if he will be a kid then one of them had to be an adult.

The woman tilted her head to the side as if considering how good of a fact the waking up was, more in a joking manner than anything. She lowered her hands on the edge of the table as Aiden Walsh cut her off and retrieved the desired slice of pizza (which she could bet, was just a gesture made to feel superior or something) giving him a momentarily unimpressed look with her smirk never quite leaving her features."They all say you dont need "the cutty", at first." She'd reply to his attentive remark, noting how he seemed to be very sober compared to his usual self. Nevertheless, her hand rotated the pizza box, having it face her before taking a piece of it.

"Too late, you said all assholes should grab a slice. Plus.." The woman would pause, frowning thoughtfully and biting from the pizza triangle before chewing once or twice with her mouth closed and continuing. "I already took a bite out of it, so it's full of germs and stuff so you dont want it back." Red chuckled, taking a second bite and raising her brows at him, giving a small nod as if to convice him of that. She took a step back from the table, circling Aiden until she'd reach the tray with the drinks too and also try her luck at claiming a can.

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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"]The clock on the wall showed 7 am. A calm, promising morning, initiating this new day, full of hope. The light slowly sneaked through one of the warehouse's windows, lingering on one individual's ankle. The woman was sprawled on the ground, staring at the ceiling. The small light brought a bit of warmth too, soon sending a small shiver down the blonde's spine, and she raised her knee, brushing her foot against the ground, resting her leg like that. Her hands moved from the floor to her stomach, while the woman tilted her head to the side, darting her metallic colored gaze across the plain looking ceiling. She was currently wearing her casual outfit, or more like, one of them. That thing alone suggested that she had been awake for quite some time now. Many would call her a morning person, and she sure was, when her sleep was disturbed by any factor. But the morning started off as too silent, and she was bored. She needed to do something, anything, to keep her occupied. Maybe she was somehow hyperactive? But that would be a total nonsense, since she loved to lay around like that, without a reason, sometimes. Usually, when the woman was bored, she would either pick up tasks from Enigma's members, or the boss himself, but that only if her skills as a killer or scientist were needed.

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, that pouted for a second. Deciding to get up, Ruby looked around, scanning for her heels, that were surprisingly placed under her bed. Dumped them there, last night, she remembered, focusing herself on the present and stopping her mind from wandering to different topics. She would quickly put her shoes on, after bending to the end of her bed to gather those heels. Next to her bed was a suitcase, that looked pretty worn on the exterior, but the fabric had been straightened a few times, to resist damaging, with a small lock, that had a few scratches on the metal surface. She left that suitcase when moving out of the warehouse, but as things happened now and then, and many events occured, Ruby was back to calling both the warehouse and the appartment as her homes.

Picking the lock with a small paperclip from her pocket (because someone had lost the initial key long ago), Ruby opened it's top, staring at what it contained for a second or two. It was the place where she kept a few weapons to come in handy when training in this building, or had to do some minor work that didnt require lots of items and resources. It contained knives of all kinds, pieces of cloth for improvised band-aids, duct tape, a few patches of different substances that she used to retrieve evidence or see fingerprints with, her guns and small other stuff. Hell, she came from a terrorist family, of course she had all the support she wanted- materialistically talking.

It didnt take her more than a minute to grab her set of throwing knives, close and lock the suitcase back, and make her way towards the well known spot in the warehouse, the so called livingroom, where Enigma members would kill their time by talking, planning, relaxing or whatever. Ruby instead, used the place as a training ground. One wall didnt lack in scratches and holes, like the others did, and that was Red's hand. Now, she decided to play a bit with her knives. A target was drawn on that wall, on a wooden board with the size of a door, also her work, with grafitti apparently, a while ago maybe. Blackwood straightened her posture, aiming the middle of the target with her blue-green gaze and extending her arm, and throwing the first knife at the wall, a small smile on her face now. "Center." she whispered to herself.

The morning was now being filled with the sound of the blades digging themselves into the wooden texture. Early good morning, everyone.

[attr="class","mswtas"]

[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 was disturbing to have her own father in the same perimeter as herself, speaking Hebrew again, and being his usual demanding self once again. But it really didnt keep her calm while he seemed to be so. His silence could only mean he was brewing some sort of plan or thinking things through (which meant the same). And if everyone was to face it, @eliha 's plans were never Ruby-friendly. Sure, he had his moments when in public, but now? Now she was vulnerable. At least act like a diplomat and show him he cant break her with a flick of his fingers. It's been 7 years, for fuck's sake! She was a grown up! Did she not deserve her own fucking life? Obviously not, in his eyes. For how long will the blonde be his puppet? To do his dirty work, be sent to deal with whatever people he stopped liking in America--since that was the initial reason for her departure, right? Maybe that was just the front to hide how much she wanted to leave his side, and also covering whatever reasons he might have. But as long as he kept his single promise of supplying ammo, occasional weapons or money, to Enigma, he could fuck off and break his daughter all he wants. She never cared about herself enough anyway, it has always been others on the first place in her view.

He came back with a bottle of wine, and Ruby stared at it and him for a second while he talked, unsure why he thought he could just pop back into her life and resume being the devil leading his demons. "Did you forget how to open a wine bottle?" Aaaand that's the second time she would have fucked up, if saying that out loud. Maybe she was too confident for her own good. Eliha was her dad for starters, also a powerful man who shouldnt be crossed. But hell if she didnt cross him, she'd go insane way faster. Ruby had never been the submissive type. She got up, walking towards the kitchen and opened the bottle, pouring a glass for Mr Blackwood and deciding the wisest choice here was not to disturb his drinking. "Why are you here, Abba? What was so important that made you jump on a plane and come all the way here?" If it was something she did, maybe next time she'll avoid doing whatever it was. Ruby walked back tp him with the glass of wine, also placing the bottle on the small coffee table in the livingroom, in case he decided a glass was not enough. She leaned her side against the couch's own, folding her arms and nibbling on her thumb's nail while watching him.

[attr="class","mswtas"]

[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.

[attr="class","mswtas"]

[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"]There was something about beating someone up until they begged, that simply got Ruby's blood pumping. It was like a new level of letting out all of your energy, anger, frustration and whatever else was accumulated over the time, through every punch and kick and every yell would fuel her further. But she had no such luxury of going around and mutilating people as she pleased, for she tried to keep a lower profile, and a..somewhat prettier reputation. So far, she was known among the outlaws as some sort of a Jane Bond, and she was really proud of that. But it just seemed that from a given moment up to until now..her physical activity consisted less and less in actual training. Which was a no-no, she needed to stay fit, keep her reflexes sharp and her alertness working.

So what better way to do that, keep yourself in perimeters, than in a gym which took illegal turns after the closing hour? The place was great for fitness, all sorts of equipment here and there, but every criminal in town knew that they'd be welcome to knock each other out in the gym after all the civilians left. Mattresses were left on the ground, even an improvised rink had been made from different gym tools and elastic bends. Ruby watched as a pair wrestled on one of the mattresses, a dude elbowing the other guy's teeth to Fuckland and beyond. "Boo, you can do better." She chanted mockingly, the two didnt mind her anyway, so while she looked around, why not have some fun? If anyone would join her now..that would be another story.

[attr="class","mswtas"]