[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m65c1ruOMW1qcrzkko1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Hotel[/center][hr][hr]For a moment, Tuesday the drug addict vanished. Instead, timid Chloe Ridgeway had returned. Her eyes widened at Cynthia's simple phrase, reminding her of an essay she had written for AP English Literature and Composition. One of the principle turns of phrase in [i]Moby-Dick[/i], how the narrator says [i]"Call me Ishmael"[/i] rather than saying [i]"I am Ishmael."[/i] In the essay, she'd explored the simple connotations of that phrase, how it served to further exemplify the way others dictated Ishmael's life and moves. 

But that wasn't what struck her as important. It was the meaning of the name itself: a name used for outcasts. She bit her lip, her mind pondering the words [i]stars[/i] and [i]camera.[/i] She doubted that Cynthia had meant anything to do with Hollywood, no, it had to be something else.... 

[color=ff6600]"Ishmael, the narrator of Moby-Dick,"[/color] Tuesday explained, glancing up at Riley. [color=ff6600]"You know who's doing this, Cynthia?"[/color]

Looking down again, Tuesday felt a bit of an urge to cry. Here she was, stuck at a wall, on the gap of some sort of understanding. She was still the high school overachiever, pushed by her parents to excel in order to receive their love and praise. Pulling on her own hair, Tuesday continued to ponder those words. [i]Stars. Camera. Stars. Camera....Popularity?[/i]

[color=ff6600]"This has to do with popularity somehow?"[/color] Tuesday blurted. [color=ff6600]"A social outcast, and...people who were popular, since they'd be photographed a lot like movie stars?"[/color]

And in an instant, Chloe Ridgeway vanished. It was Tuesday again, and she laughed a bit, tossing her head back. [color=ff6600]"I mean, the fuck do I know...This shit's just crazy."[/color]