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savetheearth2014-12-16 01:07 am
feastorfamine) wrote in savetheearth2014-12-16 01:07 am
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Who: Amy, Amy's mom, Saretha
What: Violence in the streets
Where: The Dylandy Bar, Locke City
WWhen: Mid-morning, the 14th
Caitlin Dylandy had buried a husband and a son, but had held on despite it all. After everything she and her husband at put into building a life together, raising a family, and taking over a family business, she wasn't the kind of woman who backed down in the face of adversity. Things were tough, but she knew she'd dishonor everything her family had worked for if she gave in.
She'd persevered; luckily, she was one of the few establishments in the city who'd been able to resist being coerced into paying protection, but that was down to luck. Luck that ran out one Sunday morning, when she'd been late to opening up the bar. They didn't open till later on Sundays, so Caitlin had felt justified in sleeping in.
Thus, she'd missed out on things like breaking news reports. And frantic phone calls from her daughter.
She'd finally come down to the bar from the living area above it, when she began to hear shouting and other loud noises coming from the streets outside. Before she could check on things, though, of all things a mailbox smashed through the front window of the bar. Caitlin let out a scream, just before looters smashed their way in from the front.
It seems bad luck had finally caught up to the Dylandy bar.
What: Violence in the streets
Where: The Dylandy Bar, Locke City
WWhen: Mid-morning, the 14th
Caitlin Dylandy had buried a husband and a son, but had held on despite it all. After everything she and her husband at put into building a life together, raising a family, and taking over a family business, she wasn't the kind of woman who backed down in the face of adversity. Things were tough, but she knew she'd dishonor everything her family had worked for if she gave in.
She'd persevered; luckily, she was one of the few establishments in the city who'd been able to resist being coerced into paying protection, but that was down to luck. Luck that ran out one Sunday morning, when she'd been late to opening up the bar. They didn't open till later on Sundays, so Caitlin had felt justified in sleeping in.
Thus, she'd missed out on things like breaking news reports. And frantic phone calls from her daughter.
She'd finally come down to the bar from the living area above it, when she began to hear shouting and other loud noises coming from the streets outside. Before she could check on things, though, of all things a mailbox smashed through the front window of the bar. Caitlin let out a scream, just before looters smashed their way in from the front.
It seems bad luck had finally caught up to the Dylandy bar.
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"Y-Yes," she replied. "I'm alright. It's just... ah, this is a fine thing to wake up to... But I suppose this has to do with that awful man who was killed..."
Caitlin looked to the side, towards her daughter. "I'm also surprised to see Amy capable of something like that..."
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Then, she gives a sharp smirk. "It helps to make sure your employees can take care of themselves sometimes... but I believe her brother may have had something to do with that, as well."
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No sooner than her mother finished talking did Amy walk up, looking relieved. "I called the police," she said with a sigh. "For whatever good that will do. Is there anything left to take care of here?"