(The living room is filled with quiet banter as the group all recoup after their previous job. What they had originally assumed to be a regular appointment turned sour very quick and ended in all of them getting injured, some more severely than others. Marcel being the one who took the brunt of the beating, was getting his wounds tended to by Paula, who was currently wrapping his arm in gauze.)
PAULA: You sure you're gonna be okay?
MARCEL: Yeah I think so? I don't know... I've never really gotten this badly injured before...
EVERETT: Yeah... sorry we were a bit useless back there... we were—
LEO: —We're weak as hell dude.
EVERETT: Yeah... that.
MARCEL: No no, it's fine. I'm just glad—
(Marcel's sentence is cut short and the five go dead silent as the sound of the front door unlocking can be heard.)
EVERETT: Is that...?
MARCEL: He wouldn't...
(The door lets out a creak as it opens and reveals Ulysses behind it. He frowns and grimaces for a split second, then his face immediately does it's best to look intimidating as he takes a step inside. The five are still quiet)
ULYSSES: Now... you're all probably wondering as to what I'm doing here. Well, it's regarding what happened a few hours ago...
(As he began his sentence, his voice came out shaky and nervous, but as he continued on, his words became far more stronger and pronounced)
ULYSSES: I hope our message was made loud and clear with that—
(Ulysses is cut off by Jada, who's been quietly stirring with anger for the past hour after what happened. She jolts up out of her chair and stroms towards Ulysses whilst pointing an accusatory finger his direction)
JADA: Oh shut your fucking mouth. You have the fucking nerve to bring your ass back here after all that shit you pulled?
MARCEL: Jada...
(Marcel stands up, he let's out a shaky and pained sigh as he does his best to not put
weight on his injured leg. Paula puts an arm on his shoulder to coax him back down but Marcel gently nudges her away.)JADA: No I mean it! What the fuck do you think you're doing here!? Who even gave you a fucking key!?
(Leo sinks in his seat, slowly pulling his beanie over his eyes)
LEO: Yeahhh... That one's on me man... my bad..
(Jada stares daggers at Leo, who cannot see her because half of his head is buried into his hat as he hides behind Everett's arm)
MARCEL: Jada... I really don't think we should be picking fights with him right now...
JADA: I don't care! I want an answer! Why the fuck are you here!?
(Ulysses swallows a lump in his throat and his once calm demeanor he was putting on has since broke. He tries to cover it up but is doing a bad job at it.)
ULYSSES: I...—I just wanted to make certain that you— that our message was made clear...
JADA: The fuck does that even mean!? Bullshit! I think what actually happened is that your little buddies got sick of your shit too and now you have nowhere to go!
Is that it? Oh, that'd be fucking funny!ULYSSES: it's not...
JADA: Then you came all this way just to tell us that useless-ass information. Seriously dude, why the fuck do you keep coming here!?
JADA: You don't work with us. You don't live here. Nobody even fucking likes you here! We all can't fucking stand you!
MARCEL: Jada...
JADA: What!? I'm right! You fucking hate him too!
(The face Ulysses had put on has since vanished. He looks around the room to see everyone avoiding eye contact with him. Not a single one denying the claim)
JADA: Get the hell out of here.
(Ulysses turns his head away first as he makes his way out the door, he's about to leave before Marcel grabs him by the shoulder. Ulysses pulls away)
MARCEL: Ulysses... wait.
ULYSSES: Why? I said what I came here to and it seems all you want to do is insult me. I have no further business here.
MARCEL: Hey I'm sorry for what Jada said, but I—
JADA: I'm not!
(Marcel motions for Jada to sit back down, which she does reluctantly.)
MARCEL: I just—... why'd you do it?
(The question makes Ulysses heart drop, his expression softens and he looks both confused and hurt. However it immediately tenses back up after he catches himself breaking)
MARCEL: I thought we were good dude... I mean yea— you still bugged us occasionally, but I actually thought we could've been friends... what happened?
(Ulysses' brows furrow, his head swirling with anger and frustration.)
ULYSSES: You wanna know why I did it? Because we're not friends. Okay? We never were, we never will be.
ULYSSES: I'm not a good person. I'm not here to make friends. I stab people in the back because I want to and I hurt anyone who gets close to me. I'm not a person people care about.
ULYSSES: You wanna figure me out? There is is. I'm a bad person because I want to be. That's it.
(The room is quiet and Ulysses feels his face burning and his heart throbbing as he let his anger get the best of him. Marcel is looking at him with sad eyes.)
MARCEL: ...
MARCEL: Well... I'm sorry you've gone this long feeling that way...
MARCEL: I don't know what happened to make you believe that but—... Ulysses, it's not true. And you know it's not true either, don't you?
(Ulysses is stares at Marcel without saying anything. He looks frustrated and sad but he continues to say nothing.)
MARCEL: ...Uly—
(Ulysses hastily turns his back away from Marcel once more, his face still hot and his eyes now watering with tears. He walks out the door. Marcel lifts his hand again to try and stop Ulysses but decides against it. Ulysses' angry footsteps can be heard growing fainter and fainter as he stomps his way out of the apartment complex. Marcel slowly shuts the front door and takes the key that had been left in the lock. He turns back around to face the others.)
(The five stare at eachother in silence. Jada now rubbing her arm, still slightly angry, but guilty for snapping at Ulysses the way she had. No longer knowing what to say, they all quietly sit down as silence fills the room.)

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