[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/2df2ab51ccfb06954bc61e8d014ae05f/tumblr_mv1w5oyeII1qb9is3o2_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: The Hotel[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday frowned a bit, seeing Cynthia's obvious panic and fear. She'd have to listen to her a little more carefully in the future, because it sounded like her craziness was just a cover up to give out information. It was a gigantic puzzle, one that involved the deaths of several of her classmates. Not that she cared too much about each of the dead--they hadn't cared very much about her, after all. Some of those bitches had it coming. Some of those bastards deserved to die the way they did. 

[color=ff6600]"Hey, we're safe,"[/color] Tuesday reassured Cynthia. [color=ff6600]"My bitches taught me to how make a shiv in prison. Ain't no one going to mess with us, okay, kid?"[/color]

Ash....Realizing that she must have meant Ashley, the actress, Tuesday took a mental note of it. Stories, but not an outcast. Ishmael was also the narrator of Moby-Dick...Someone who narrated through the flash of a camera, who took stories...Yearbook staff? Tuesday grimaced a bit, her lip twisted comically. 

[i]Maybe I'm still high....[/i] she pondered, shaking her head a bit. None of it made any sense at all. There was no point reading into crazy. It'd only drive her crazy. [color=ff6600]"Sounds like it's at eleven,"[/color] Tuesday chuckled a bit, a wry smile. [color=ff6600]"Should we head over there now?"[/color]