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April doesn't mope.

She doesn't drink to excess and she doesn't let herself be seen a mess unless it's going to benefit her in some way. She doesn't waste tears on what's happened when she knows she's as much to blame as anyone. This was inevitable. She had seen it coming and she'd done nothing about it and so she is as much at fault as Les, though that's not the sort of thing she'll ever admit, because being able to blame him is both satisfying and potentially useful, depending on the person she's speaking to.

How upset she lets herself be, how angry she is, how much she blames him and how much she blames Corrine will all depend on what someone is looking for out of her. April is dealing with this in the only way she knows how: she's lying her ass off to anyone who looks at her.

On January first, she's getting out of Siren Cove. At least for a little while. She's been doing her research and there's an opportunity for a short term con about six hours from here and it's something she needs. She's so restless and this town feels like it's digging into her, like its claws have gotten into her skin and she needs out. So in less than a week she'll be gone.

But for now, she's doing exactly the opposite of what people might expect of her. She's been with Caden, she's going out for coffee, she's shopping. She very visibly returned the Christmas gift she had bought for Les and this might be one time that gossip magazine actually benefits her a little, because she's making sure to be seen.

A little sad, maybe, but not a mess. A little sad, but still strong.

This is the woman Siren Cove gets until she figures out exactly how she's going to pay this place back for every last fucking curve ball it's thrown at her. And then she'll be done playing nice.

[Catch her out anywhere, getting coffee or shopping for herself at some fancy clothing store~]

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[edcabot]

"I told you, I'm not buying anything made in a sweat shop," Ed told the tailor. He'd been here forever now getting a few minor adjustments to a suit his parents had bought him for Christmas. Only Ed didn't really want a suit because he already had several but apparently they were out of fashion.

"Sir, I assure you, fine Italian suits are not made in sweat shops," the tailor said, giving Ed a bit of a look. He kind of liked that about snooty boutiques. Sometimes they gave you attitude because they didn't care who the hell you were.

"You don't know that. It gets hot in Italy. Italians sweat," he pointed out. The tailor merely shook his head and took Ed's jacket to the back to make one (hopefully last) minor adjustment.

"If I have to wait any longer, I'm going to fall asleep," he called out to the man, causing a few other heads to turn. "And then a bunch of thorns will grow around this place and royalty will have to chop their way through them and kiss me awake. Just you wait and see! Is anyone here willing to save me if it comes to that?"

[scaledtokill]

Sometimes Robert worried that when he ran into his children in town they would think that he was keeping tabs on him. While Abigail was right and he probably was a control freak, that wasn't the case. If he was keeping tabs on them he certainly wouldn't be seen.

He liked bumping into them randomly though. He liked seeing them though, the experience was still novel to him and while they might not be too crazy about it, Robert enjoyed seeing them. Which was why it was good to see April at the Quill.

"Have a good holiday?" he asked.

[willcabot]

If there was anyone that looked the exact opposite of April, it was Will. She was well presented, strong, confident and he looked rough, weak, on the edge. Running his left hand through his hair, he ignored the shocked whispers as people saw his hand or rather saw what his hand was lacking; his wedding ring.

Slamming his money on the counter, he muttered under his breath before taking the coffee to go. Picking up the overnight bag, he headed towards the door and held it open for April. He wasn't staying to be talked about, about what an idiot he was for falling in love with a woman who clearly didn't love him.

"You too?" Will asked tiredly.