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[hr][b]Location:[/b] The Block Party
[b]Interacting with:[/b] The crowd, the press
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Well, there wasn't much of a chance to party. Mali had just barely gotten out into the thick of things before there was a bang loud enough to make itself heard over the deafening music. Mali looked up towards the source of the sound and beheld a human body fall from the heavens like lightning. The body smashed into a table, sending shit everywhere and all hell broke loose. Through the people running to and fro, she managed to see enough of the body to recognize it as Danica. She had talked to her a couple times when she moved in a few weeks ago, and had seen her the most out of all the Boston Heights tenants due to living directly below her, but Mal had never really knew too much about her. She was the girlfriend of that other girl who offed herself, and now here she was, kaput.

This was either some kind of statement, or something bigger was going on here.

[color=D5FF00]"Of all the shit that could happen tonight."[/color] In the back of her head, Mali wondered if this would lower the rent on her apartment. She got her room at a pretty good rate since it was in the same building where a girl killed herself, and it happening a second time would probably throw more shade on the place. Her conscience chimed in that she shouldn't be thinking about how this could benefit herself personally. Which was true, it was kind of a scumbag thing to do, but she still had the thought. Her conscience also said she should be helping out the others somehow, but that would be dumb. This was a job for the police and a bunch of other people already jumped the gun and leaped into action, including that Mexican family that she was pretty sure consisted of at least one mass murderer, and she's rather not do something to potentially piss them off. So the only thing she could really do at this point was wait. Wait for the police to arrive. Wait to answer whatever questions they would have for her. Wait until she could get back to her apartment room and figure out what the hell to do from here.

At least, that's what she would do if there were a bunch of vultures rushing in to get the scoop. After getting shoved for the third time by some two-bit reporter, she snapped.

[color=D5FF00]"Hey asshole, fuck off!"[/color] The reporter turned to give her an equal amount of lip, but then really took a look at just how physically large Mali was in comparison to her. The reporter chuckled nervously and then slinked away, keeping an eye on Mal. Well that was one way she could contribute without interfering with the scene or setting off a psycho with a gun (probably). She left the apartment anticipating having to get into the crowd and dance, but instead she had to play the part of the bouncer. Well at least it was something she knew a bit more about. The bodybuilder walked toward the area with Danica's body and proceeded to kindly ask reporters to either leave or physically intimidate them into at least giving the area some breathing space.