Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20190209161644/@comment-34052734-20190309001645

I’ll just begin with what the characters are doing/summary. It may seem confusing, but I’m just trying to give you some background:

Danielle combed back her hair with her fingers, staring down at the engagement ring that Gabriel had gotten her what seemed like yesterday. She had dropped the job she had at the coffee shop after she left college, turning up in a new field: hair-styling. After getting a little too dangerous with the managers in the food industry, she took a break for a year and picked up her new habit. Soon, she was considered one of the higher-scale stylists, working under new management. As Danny thought about her route to acquiring her new job, she was interrupted by the clicking of the gas stove which was a warning that the heat was too high. She rid the fire, the french toast she made now cooling down. “Breakfast’s ready, Gabe!”

Mark had been now home, asleep on the couch. Throughout the night, he would drive those who requested his limousine service to fancy clubs or parties, anything in which got him an extra payment. His vehicle was parked out in the driveway, worn out from a day at work. It was clear that Mark had been driving through the night, as his vest was half-unbuttoned, hair tousled, his undershirt rugged; he often came home like this. Because he ruined majority of his nicer clothes, he would often face scolding by his wife because of how he should keep his clothes in good condition. Fortunately, he may wake up before she did, but that wasn’t likely.

Peter, who worked as a police lieutenant, had been awake at this hour, silently eating breakfast. He had been in the army for four years, joining the force during his last year of college—which didn’t last very long. After acquiring years of training, he had missed his wonderful wife, Adela, who he had married at age eighteen, and it was such a fiendish decision to leave her for his duties. This is what made him become a police officer. Ever since returning to his hometown and getting back with Adela, the world seemed to express gratitude. He was quickly promoted, and just days ago, his wife made the announcement that she was pregnant. Alas, he did still have to work in order to keep the pair afloat, as Adela’s mediocre coffee-shop job basically gave them no help. He finished his breakfast, trying not to think about the arguments he’s been in with his wife about her stupid job and how she should do something else.