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Post by Ventia on Mar 13, 2016 12:40:00 GMT -5
Ruby stood up around the same time Brooklyn did, and of course her first reaction was to help steady Brooklyn because the girl just lost a whole lot of blood (judging by the pool around their feet that smelled entirely of Brooklyn) and she shouldn't be moving on her own. Did she see the punch? Of course she did. Did she deserve it? Eh. Maybe.
Did she take it? Well sure. There were a few reasons for that. She was used to being punched and having her bones broken, so it wouldn't really hurt that much anyways. It was better for Brooklyn to relieve whatever she was feeling at the moment. And well Ruby enjoyed pain. So, yeah. She took the punch-plus, she was curious to see how strong the girl was.
Her jaw click and she winced, forcing herself to not bite down on her tongue at the impact. For a few moments, she rubbed her jaw and then she pushed it back in place until finally it healed. Her body was so used to healing broken bones that after just three minutes, it was fixed.
"See," she tried talking, once she figured it was all okay, she continued. "Usually? I would punch you back because that's only fair but in this case-I won't. Not because you're wounded-but because Killian loves you and I don't want to deal with a angry Killian right about now."
"Ruby." Timothy scolded, holding Brooklyn up.
"Yes yes. Get her to the healer. Okay okay." Ruby sighed and then moved over to Brooklyn again, and in the next moment (without care for the girls wishes) she picked her up. After all? They couldn't both be holding her. What if the psychobitch decided to turn back and Killian couldn't stop her? Which was almost impossible but life was funny sometimes.
Ruby moved fast now, Timothy moving along with them as Ruby took long strides towards where they left the healer. The healer was a ex-girlfriend of Ruby's whom only came because she couldn't deny healing even if the person whom asked her broke her heart. Not that Ruby didn't warn her to not get attached-but one always believed that they would be able to be the one who could make the player fall in love.
"But you're really a idiot-"
"Shut up Ruby." Timothy snapped and Ruby sighed, silently hating the fact that she was the youngest amongst her brothers. It reminded her to listen in the times that she was being a little shit. Which she knew she was being right now. Bob had so much happening to her right now-it wasn't likely she had been thinking clearly.
But it was her brother. It was Killian she wasn't thinking clearly about. And that...that was just something Ruby couldn't ignore. She broke into the clearing where the van was and Evanna ran up to them before running back and opening the back door.
Chloe-the healer-got out with a stretcher and tapped the top of it. "Put her down here, nice and slow and then help me get her inside." Ruby obliged, winking at her one of many ex's who pointy ignored her and gently placed Brooklyn down. After that? Well Brooklyn was in Chloe's hands and she pointy reminded Ruby to go fuck off and get out of her van.
"You hurt me so," Ruby pouted, clutching her chest, just as the doors closed in her face. The van drove off, leaving Brooklyn in the hands of the girls and X and headed towards Chloe's house. They couldn't go to a hospital (not with Brooklyn being a shifter and all) but Chloe saved enough people that she decided to dedicate one room entirely for patients.
Ruby and Timothy stayed behind, making sure no one tampered with the evidence until the cops showed up.
Ruby just hoped Killian didn't stray too far into the past like she assumed he did.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 13, 2016 17:10:37 GMT -5
After the satisfactory punch to Ruby's face, her stomach heaved like a group of rioters. If it wasn't for Timothy she probably would have fallen in the nearest pile of flesh. There was a ringing in her ears. The torture was finally taking a role on all her senses.
A groan escaped her mouth, and she closed her eyes so that she couldn't see her world swaying from side to side. "Put me – down." Her protest was interrupted by a rather dangerous burp. "I can walk. What happened to my mother?"
But Ruby and Timothy just kept talking. Or she didn't hear their answer. The gurney, although, felt like Heaven against her sore body. She still had her eyes closed, which caused Avery (who was driving) to ask in a slightly hysterical voice: "Is she passed out?"
"I want to be," Brooklyn answered, her head gaining a headache. But really, she didn't mind if she was dead. She'd rather spend her time in Purgatory than this hell she was feeling. But the good thing was that she had stopped crying.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 13, 2016 19:53:21 GMT -5
They did in fact ignore Brooklyn's questions about her mother and anything else she was saying. Even Timothy-and Timothy was considered the nicest of the Constantine siblings-at least this generation-Penny took the ball with it entirely. He would have said Harley...but she was already being a little hellfire. Not that he minded, he loved his niece to death. But it was clear to both him and Ruby that right now? Brooklyn shouldnt worry about her mother when she herself needed medical attention.
Plus finding out that Killian was thinking of asking a fallen angel for help...well it didnt sound good. So it was best that Brooklyn not know for now. Which was what he told his mate and children-to politely say that they dont know anything about it. Which was partly true, since Timothy only briefly told Avery about what was going on.
"I knew this had the stench of you Constantine's."
Ruby whirled back, placing a appalled expression on her face. "Why hello to see you too Mr. Black, glad to see you haven't changed from being a asshole."
John's lip curled in anger but after a moment or two, it flattened into that thin unamused line. "Your brother tipped us off about the location, where is he?"
Ruby shrugged, "Capturing a psychopath sounds about right."
"Excuse me?"
"Were you aware that one of your own, Brooklyn Bishop was taken as a victim of our serial killer?"
"I was told but my main concern is putting that murderer behind bars. So once again, where is your brother or do I have to take you in for questioning Constantine."
Ruby sighed, she hated law enforcement, "He led her away and gave us," she acknowledged Timothy since the Cheif was ignoring him, "enough time to save your officer. You should be thanking us, not threatening."
"And just what hospital is my officer? How do I know that you're not lying, Constantine. Wouldnt be the first time."
Ruby rolled her eyes, "She's on her way to the same hospital her mother is at." With a quick stop at Chloe's house of course before that. But she'd keep that to herself.
"So you're saying Killian Constantine led the murderer away? How? Does he know the person?"
Ruby shruggd, "We all have our ways, but I'd like to remind you since it seems you've forgotten or never cared enough to remember, that Killian Constantine is engaged to your officer Brooklyn Bishop. If that was my finacee in there, I would do anything and everything it took to ensure their safety. Wouldnt you?"
Kaitlyn Black flashed though his memories before it died out and he made a grumble noise under his breath. "Since you know more than me, I'm going to have to ask you to come for questioning. You too mister. Who are you?"
"Timothy Constantine."
"I was under the impression there was only two."
Timothy gave the barest of smiles, "You were wrong."
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A few hours had passed, Brooklyn was back to normal-as normal as they could get her and as Ruby said, she was taken to her mother. Timothy and Ruby were finally let go from questioning. Brooklyn was asked to come to the station so they could question her as well and all in all, everything and everyone was accounted for besides from Killian and Allison.
Ruby was holding her phone and sitting on top of her bike (she had gone quickly to their apartment to see if he had left any clues but came back with nothing, so she came back to the station where Killian promised he'd show up sooner or later) and just waited.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 14, 2016 16:50:04 GMT -5
Brooklyn wished she had stayed at the hospital. Seeing Sasha - no matter how old he looked - for the first time in years was seen as a good sign, but she only caught a glimpse of her mother before she was called to the station. That glimpse that she got had tears of fear pricking her eyes.
Zacharie was there holding her as he cried himself.
Now she sat in the interrogation spot, anger slowly brewing like the coffee pot in the break room. Why was she sitting here? She was the victim! Allison should be sitting here! Maybe even Killian. Not her. And every moment she was away from her mother could be the last moment she was alive.
Well, her mother was very alive, according to the heart monitor that was strapped to her. But still. She wanted to be at the hospital. Not here.
She was still feeling horrible. Not physically. Emotionally; she pictured herself falling off her surfboard down in Hawaii during high tide. And high tide became a tsunami wave. She was at a high risk of drowning.
Ruby said he loved her. Yet he said that he loved Allison - why didn't he kill her, though? Or let Allison do it? She didn't understand. It was like he was trying not to have her dead. If Killian didn't care for her she would be gone.
Not only that, but Timothy and Ruby wouldn't have untied her if Killian did so happen to keep her alive.
She growled, resting her forehead on the table in front of her.
Brooklyn had to find him. Apologize. Dispatch Allison herself - forget all the legalities!
"Evening, Officer Bishop." It was a white collar government agent, of all people. Probably because they believed her coworkers would be biased. "Other than being taken hostage by a serial killer, how are you feeling?"
"I don't want to be here."
"I understand how youo feel." The chair on the opposite side of the table creaked in protest, even though the agent was rather thin. "Do you feel up to answering a few questions for me?" After her dejected shrug he sifted through some papers. Probably her file. "So you were in the military."
She sat up and nodded. "Yes, sir."
"And you were honorably discharged after being diagnosed with PTSD."
"Yes, sir."
"Usually PTSD victims stay away from situations in which they are similar to the traumatic event. But you sought out the police acadamy to join the force. Why?"
"My calling is to enforce justice and keep people safe," she answered, as if she's said this phrase before. "If it were my choice, I'd still be in the military."
"I see." Some more shuffling. Then, "So how did you meet your fiance?"
"He and his sister gpt in a bar fight with a few others. Eaves and I were called to the scene." The memory cracked her up. She couldn't help but laugh a little. "It wasn't love at first sight or anything. I ... don't even know how we got engaged." But she knew she loved him.
"I don't see a ring on your finger, Officer."
She looked down at her bare ring finger, and wiggled it. For a few moments, she could only think of that and what it represented. That this was all a ruse. "It was a family heirloom of his," she responded with the default statement. "He had it cleaned."
"Who is cleaning it?"
"I don't know; he had it shipped off before I got the chance to see it."
"Mmm." She looked up to see him nodding. "Killian knew the serial killer. Can you confirm that?"
"Yes."
"An ex-girlfriend?"
"Could be. The woman kept going on about how Killian was hers."
"I'm surprised she didn't hurt you."
"Me too." And that was it. She couldn't say, "Oh, I'm a shifter, meaning I heal rather quickly," after all.
"So his siblings told me he left with the serial killer. That must of hurt you."
"I accused him of wanting to kill me."
"Ouch."
"Yep." She popped the 'p', then looked at the cam corder with a blinking red in the corner.
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
A harsh laugh ensued before shaking her head. "Heck if I know."
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Post by Ventia on Mar 15, 2016 17:57:43 GMT -5
It was dusk when Killian finally showed up with Allison, she was curled to his side, one arm wrapped around his waist while the other was spread possessively against his chest. His own arm was wrapped around her shoulder casually, she was still covered in blood from earlier and he had a few smudges and splatters of it as well. His hair was loose, covering the blank expression on his face and more importantly the dull lifeless eyes of his.
It was...strange.
For a serial murderer to be smiling widely while walking into the police station. Her eyes were glazed as if she was on something but she was indeed walking of her own free will. Killian registered Ruby whom had jumped off her bike at the sight of him but that was all. He kept walking, holding the door open for Allison and entering the building.
At the sight of them, everyone froze which only made Allison grin wider. She walked with more sway in her hips then before, the arm that was around Killian's waist was now sliding towards his lower back in the manner of a old lover caress.
Killian didnt say anything, just kept walking and leading Allison towards the man that would take her in. By the time he stopped by Black's office, everyone had registered that this was Killian Constantine-the man whom went missing with the serial killer and whom was trouble all by himself...which was why there were now guns pointed at him and people blocking the exits.
Killian didnt care however and once again opened the door for Allison, letting her go in and shutting the door behind in, causing a commotion to occur within the station.
"You'll wait for me right?"
"Always." But his voice was detached as was the rest of him. It made Allison smile however and she happily went to sit in front of John Black whom was as confused as the rest of the officers. Then? Allison happily confessed to her sins, all whist sneaking glances at Killian and smiling at the fact that he was next to her.
"So. There. How long do I got?" Allison clapped her hands after retelling him of everything she did, her eyes still glazed and still smiling widely.
Black was...taken aback? To say the least.
In fact, he was thrown off so much that for the next few minutes there was a awkward silence between all of them.
He coughed, "Um...Im going to have to ask you to repeat all of that in the questionings office."
Allison grinned, "'kay, can Killie come with me?"
Black narrowed his gaze as he glanced up at Killian. "No...'Killie' cant come with you. Im afraid we have to question him seperately."
She pouted and twisted her hair in a finger that was still bloody. "Okay.." She got up and turned to Killian, "I see you soon right?"
Killian nodded and Allison grinned, stood on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I'll see you babe and once I get out, you can change me and we can go on our honeymoon." Then? She went with Black to wherever he was taking her and Killian stayed put.
When Black came back shortly after, he pointed to the chair. "Sit and explain what the hell is happening around here."
Killian sat as was instructed, "I found out where Brooklyn was, tipped you guys off, told my siblings as well, went over there and turns out the serial killer was someone whom was obsessed with me. I lead her off, giving you or my siblings the chance to get Brooklyn away and then I convinced her that it would be better to do her time so we wouldnt have to be looking over our shoulder all the time."
"Are you admitting you were in on this Constantine?"
Killian sighed, "No, Im using the advantage that she has a obsession with me to get her to confess to her crimes."
"So you had no part in her crimes."
"No I didnt. I just brought you a murderer after spending more than six hours with her. I'm tired, may I go home and if you want to further question me I'll come back tomorrow. Hell send a watch over my apartment...is Brooklyn okay?" His voice shifted slightly at her name.
Black was quiet for a minute or two and then stated: "Tomorrow, ten o'clock sharp and you can ask her yourself, shes done being questioned now that we have the murderer."
Killian nodded, got up and moved out of his office, pausing at the sight of Brooklyn-registering that she was fine and then walking in the direction towards the exit.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 16, 2016 5:44:52 GMT -5
Brooklyn was actually there fifteen minutes before she had to. Dressed in her uniform (because Black couldn't have a soft heart and give her the day off), she sat in her car and face timed her cousin in Hawaii.
As she was interrogated by that government agent – she was so thankful they were gone – her father had called up her uncle. This was a rarity in and of itself. He hated his brother. But he did it because in a few weeks she was taking a five-day vacation – the same amount of time she had been allotted after the incident in the military – there to relax and surf and hang with her father's side of the family.
And she was actually looking forward to it. Most of her mother's family was dead, but the people that were left on this earth were so pious it was suffocating. Her uncle and his troupe though … they were laid back and easygoing, always dancing or singing or playing an instrument of some kind. This, her father told her, was what she needed. No "if"s "and"s or "but"s.
She had turned her car off as soon as she got to the parking lot, so it would be easy to hear her cousin's voice. And to speak as well. "We'll go surfing –"
"It's been ages though. Last time was roughly eighteen years ago."
"I'll refresh your memory by pushing you off your board." Her cousin smiled, showing pearly whites against her tan skin. The same color as her own. In fact, the two looked so much alike they were known around her uncle's town as "the twins". They had the same shade of brown hair, the same eyes. And even though there was a five years' difference, they looked the same age.
But that was because her cousin was a shifter like her. The only two within their family.
Brooklyn and her cousin talked for a few more minutes. Then at 9:55 she said her goodbyes and stepped out of her car. Naturally, her eyes looked out for her fake fiancé, but quickly, she averted her gaze to the ground and walked briskly to the front door of the station. She needed to stop torturing herself like this. He made no sign of interest in her last night when he left other than glancing at her – even though she was sure he could feel her eyes boring holes into his shirt. And when she got home, all she could think about was how empty it was without him. Gyro noticed it, and he whined and whined until Brooklyn shushed him with a bone. Which wasn't given unless he did something right.
When the door opened, the dispatcher on duty stared at her unabashedly. This gave Brooklyn insight into how today was going to go. "Good morning," she mumbled.
"The local news station wants to interview you," the dispatcher responded. "But I don't think Mr. Boss likes the idea."
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Post by Ventia on Mar 17, 2016 18:20:08 GMT -5
He showed up as was requested, dressed in clothes that were a sized too small for him and smelling like another woman. Had Brooklyn called Ruby to see if Killian was well, Ruby would have stated that he never came home (that she lost his trail when he took off the last night) and that she had no idea where he was at. Had she called Killian? Killian would flatly stated that he was about to fuck someone else and that he wished her a good night.
So the clothes he were wearing was the brothers of the last chick he slept with. It didnt bother him however, the shirt clung to his chest and the pants clung to his thighs and ass. Matter of fact, he was used to wearing clothes like this. Clothes that allowed women to know exactly what was waiting in store for them and therefore he ever had to wait for customers. Yes. He sold himself. The Constantine siblings all did-the first generation at least. And he enjoyed it. Enjoyed fucking. The bonus was that he just got paid for doing it-he was already going to fuck so it was ironic that he was going to be paid.
He came-ignored Brooklyn-sat down for however long he had to and spoke the truth-hiding out anything that had to do with Brooklyn being hurt-and just answered all the questions that were directed to him. It took longer than he believed was necessarily (they had the killer already confess to everything that she did) but Killian didnt care.
By the time they let him go with a warning to 'not leave town', he was finally tired. Barely getting any sleep the night before. He saw Brooklyn again, a piece of him glad that she look good but the majority of him remembered the sight in her eyes...her words...she didnt believe him. Didnt trust him still. Didnt think that he was there for her.
It hurt him.
So he wasnt going to bother her then.
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 18, 2016 1:05:17 GMT -5
Brooklyn was angry.
She couldn't help it. Her doctors said that her symptoms would include sudden mood swings. And just seeing Killian walk away from her in those ... revealing clothes as if he's the king of the world had her wanting to knock some sense into her. Though it wasn't just that. Yes, she's called. And she's called his own personal cell phone.
Guess she had her answer. The stench of some random woman was prominent on him. She didn't need a breeze wafting toward her to smell it. God. That hurt her. But she shouldn't be hurt. No, she had no right to. He loved her - or so everyone said - at one point in time. Yet it seemed that he was quick to forget about her. What's funny was ... it wasn't Allison that she smelled.
One would think that whoever he loved, he would be loyal to that one person. For Brooklyn, she wasn't all that surprised. But him just ... not saying anything to her really did her a number, and since she was off duty, she had every right to follow him out of that police station. And she did.
Her polished shoes clipped against the asphalt, quick so that she could catch up to him and match his strides. Her hands were cleched into her fists; it was hard not to use one of them against his pretty face.
"So, what?" she said lowly, bitterly. Brooklyn's voice let it show her anger. But there was something else to it. Hopefully there wasn't a scene to be made. "You're just going to walk into my place of work smelling like a different woman, when we're supposedly still engaged, after I realized and was going to apologize to you about what happened yesterday. And then not even acknowledge my presence. Not even a 'kiss my a**', which I can see plain as day, by the way."
Quickly, she ran a few steps ahead only to turn around and stand in front of him. If he ran into her, she wouldn't move that much. And if he tried stepping aside she would mirror his footsteps to be kept in his sight. "So tell me, Killian," she snapped, "is the engagement off officially?" Suddenly, after she said it an unforgiving lump formed in her throat. It hurt even to open her mouth. So she kept it shut, fists on hips to keep her desire in check.
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Post by Ventia on Mar 19, 2016 0:59:57 GMT -5
He heard her coming. Hell. He smelled her coming. But he kept walking, his fingers clenched in his pockets out of sight and his jaw locked from saying anything to her. Even if he didn't want to listen to her, naturally he soaked up every word she said, and Killian wasn't sure what to really say to her.
She was going to apologize? It was too late. How could she apologize when she already told him all that he needed to know. He went in there intending to do anything for her and she couldn't even see past that facade of his. Bitterly he thought of his oldest brother. Of Nathaniel. And how Jewel had believed in him that day when she called him to rescue her at the burning school. Sure Nathaniel basically died if it weren't for Clara but Jewel believed in him and knew that he'd do anything it took to get her to safety.
When he tried doing that for Brooklyn? She didn't even believe him.
And he knew a part of him was being unreasonable. Allison cooed about how she tortured Brooklyn, he knew about her past in the military. He knew she had mood swings. Yet...he just thought she would have at least believed him for ten fucking seconds.
He stopped immediately when she ran in front of him, his fists turning white in his pockets from how hard he was clenching them. Her words hurt. Engagement. It was all a lie. Everything. He had to look away from her. So he did, looking at the tree next to them instead and trying to not snap at her.
"It was never real to begin with." He laughed because it was easier to laugh than let her see the real emotions he had lying in check. "It was a lie so that I could stay next to you with your damn religious family. Remember? You never wanted this. Never wanted me. You wanted the killer. Well kitten, you got her. She's locked and loaded to a waiting prison. You got what you wanted. Right."
Killian shook his head, smiling to himself. "God. You couldn't even trust me for five motherfucking seconds Bob. Five fucking seconds and you looked at me as though I was with that crazy bitch. Fuck you Brooklyn. I bet you didn't even believe me when I told you I loved you last night. Did you? No. You didn't."
He tried moving past her, wanting her out of his sight. "So fuck off. You never gave one shit about me. Always putting your job first. You never showed me any sign of liking me back so just leave me the hell alone."
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Jewel
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Post by Jewel on Mar 19, 2016 5:59:17 GMT -5
No, she didn't want it. At first. But as time went on, when her water and electricity bills went up because of him Brooklyn began to fall in love. And when she was finding it hard to stop her descent, she had a hard time accepting the fact that the engagement was all a ruse. Brooklyn didn't want it to end.
Especially not like this.
And as he continued to speak, claiming falsely that she never cared about him, that lump grew and grew. Grew and grew until she couldn't breathe any more. Brooklyn hasn't felt this way since Royce died. Like if she didn't show exactly what she was feeling she was going to implode. Or explode.
And so she did, for fear of dying by some sort of -plosion
Brooklyn didn't let him leave just yet. She couldn't leave him alone just yet. Brooklyn wanted something from him. Something no one else could give her. And so, of their own accord, her hands found his face. Her thumbs rested on his cheeks as her fingers curved behind his ears. The tips on them hooked firmly onto his skull, so it was easy to bring him down to her level. Her level wasn't that low, either; she coud comfortably lift her face to meet his lips without having to stand on her toes like how romance movies went.
That firm press of her lips against his only took two seconds, the whole action taking about five. But those two seconds were filled with so much emotion that if Brooklyn Ophelia Bishop wasn't Brooklyn Ophelia Bishop, she would have probably given into that lump and break down right then.
But Brooklyn Ophelia Bishop rarely ever broke down. One of the handful of times she had was when she told of her story to Killian, yes. But as she pulled back and turned to walk away, she vowed to herself that Killian would never see her like how she was feeling now. Like she was walking barefoot on glass.
"Have a good evening, Constantine," she called over her shoulder, and then slammed her car door so hard she put a crack in her driver's side window.
And then she went home. It was a surprise that she even made it home, considering about halfway there she couldn't see the road through the tears she refused to let fall. She had to admit, her drving was rather reckless and her breaking was jerky. But she did, no thanks to her brain - who just so happened to be thinking of a bird. It wasn't just her brain, either. It was the feline that shared this body with her. Her beast was demanding that they go back. Apologize. Show him those signs he had been talking about.
Yet Brooklyn refused. Instead she opened her door, went in, and locked it. After that she pressed her back against it and slid down until she hit the floor. Gyro was over at Miguel's, so other than the sniffles she refused to let grow into sobs, the house was quiet.
She couldn't stand it.
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