[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/b63a9cade494afd067aa00ec2ed46c61/tumblr_inline_mfhw6l2nVc1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Car[/center][hr][hr]Having made a mental note about Cynthia's reaction to Chris' name, Tuesday couldn't help but wonder if she should talk to Marc about it. On one hand, Cynthia was entirely bonkers, that much was certain. On the other hand, her crazy reminded her of riddles -- little hints -- maybe the blonde actually knew what happened. It was foreshadowing in a book, almost, and the literary nerd in Tuesday was screaming at her to contact the FBI agent.

But the criminal, the druggie, wanted to say as [i]far[/i] away from Marc as possible. She didn't intend to go back to prison, and the more she hanged around law enforcement she figured, the greater that possibility became. Her phone buzzed again, and Tuesday declined the call once more. But as luck would have it, fate decided Tuesday would be forced to talk about her recent life choices anyways. [color=ff6600]"I've been job hunting...It's harder than catching measles at Disneyland,"[/color] Tuesday joked, hinting towards the Anti-Vaccine movement that had gotten a large following in California. [color=ff6600]"No one really wants to hire an ex-con, you know?"[/color]

She let out a sigh of relief, hearing Cynthia's latest round of giggling. She [i]really[/i] didn't want to talk to Riley about how she had gotten high, and where the drugs in her apartment came from, and where she would [i]occasionally[/i] sneak them into. [color=ff6600]"Maybe they'll make a baby Ada or a baby Kai,"[/color] Tuesday giggled. [color=ff6600]"What do you think they'd call it? Kadelaide maybe?"[/color]