Coney Island Adventure (Celestra/Open)

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Celestra was pretty much the same. People either respected her and everything she has accomplished or wanted to see her die, not agreeing with her choices. There were a lor of people in her circles who didn't like her tattoo's and her past. It was.. frowned upon.

She may not know everything about him but she knew he was military and she had actually seen plenty of men from the club that suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and he was showing the signs. She was sure with him there was much more to it, but she learned that they just needed to be grounded and reminded where they are. So, she figured what better way then to bring him back to that teenager feeling they had been sharing since they got there. She looked at him when he started laughing and get back into the moment and she smiled even more. The ride was bumpy as hell and by the time it came to a stop, her ass was numb, which just made her laugh even more. When the train pulled into the station she got off of her car with him and headed down with a soft giggle. "See. We lived!"

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For Dante, it was more about his personality. He was truly a social chameleon. He could be whatever somebody wanted him to be. It sounds like a great quality to have on the surface, but it was one of the things he hated about himself the most. Everybody loved him. As long as he was what they wanted him to be, doing what they wanted him to do, and thinking what they wanted him to think. The moment he starts to be himself, all of it goes away. Too many people have depended on him for help, but the moment he needed something, they were suddenly too busy. Every time, it pushes further away from society and deeper into the shadows.

She actually had the right idea. Nothing was documented in any of his records, but Dante had been pretty severe case of PTSD. It was a dirty little secret that his handlers swept under the rug, simply because they could use it to their advantage. His biggest issue was not feeling at home, which is exactly how they wanted him to feel. They manipulated him to feel that way so that he would take another assignment. And another. And another. It was the illusion that he was making his own choices, when in reality, his handlers were pulling the strings. Even now, he had the feeling that he didn't deserve to be here, enjoying this beautiful night with a beautiful woman. He should be in some shitty hotel room in some part of the world nobody ever wants to go to, planning his next move. People like him don't get to be happy. But it was her laughter that brought him back to the present, helped him find his feet again.

Stepping off of the car once the ride was over, he waits until they were on solid ground again before dramatically dropping to his knees. He made a big display of kissing the ground, looking up towards the sky. "Thank the Great Mother! We lived! I may never feel my ass again, which is a shame. I have a really nice ass. But we lived!" He playfully sobs into the ground before finally getting up to stand next to her again. "Okay. Good. What do you want to do next? Games? Food?"