[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia McMillan[/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://www.awesomeinventions.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/buffy-quotes-office-hell.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The hotel[/center][hr] 

	Cynthia glanced over towards Tuesday and chuckled a bit. [color=f26522]"She made a joke. Yes she did. It was funny. Well that is why we are laughing isn't it. We were laughing? Chuckling is a laugh. Is it? Isn't it? Well if it was a laugh, why not just call it a laugh? I guess there is a bit of difference. See, I win. Well I win to. How? If you win, I win. Oh yeah,"[/color] she rambled off as she held her hands against the side of her head. Slowly she sat up a bit more fully and glanced around. 

	[color=f26522]"And I can paint pretty pictures!"[/color] she exclaimed suddenly and this time fully laughed as she made a reference to what she had done to Atlas the day before. Getting up she ran over to her shoes and slipped them on before catching a look of herself in the mirror. Gasping slightly she picked up her purse and pulled out her hair brush, starting to run it through but the bristles getting caught in the mats she had created in her own hair. 

	[color=f26522]"Yeowch! That hurts! I know it hurts! Well we have to get pretty! Yeah, to stay off camera! Oh yeah. See, help me!"[/color] she said as she spun around to look at both Riley and Tuesday, the hair brush just hanging there against one of the rats nests and she rolled her eyes a bit. Reaching up she yanked but the brush stayed, the handle on the other hand did not and it snapped of fin her hand. [color=f26522]"Fuck!"[/color]