[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/1a56ed285afe4638e6f6a0bd209df451/tumblr_inline_mfhw84vaqt1rcntul.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Car ---> Chasing Cynthia[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"They just make messes all of the time,"[/color] Tuesday agreed, glancing out the window as the car headed towards the picnic. It almost surprised her, how little Grimm had changed. In her head, it would've evolved into something more than it was, but it hardly looked different than the day she left. The same shops were in business, and the new ones hardly looked any different than the old ones. People walked up and down the street, all of them wearing their Small Town attitudes on their sleeves. 

She blushed slightly at Riley's offer. She swallowed thickly, already knowing that she couldn't take it. She'd rather fall than have to lean on her sister for support. [color=ff6600]"I'll be fine, Rye,"[/color] Tuesday responded, her eyes flickering down to her phone. She [i]did[/i] know of a few ways that she could increase her income, but it would be risking her freedom as well. Assuming she survived the deadly reunion. 

[color=ff6600]"Cyn, what's the matter?"[/color] Tuesday asked, jolting a bit when the blonde began pounding against the window. Her eyes widened, her hands shaking slightly as she witnessed what, to her, was the start of an episode. As soon as Cynthia fled the car, Tuesday glanced up at Riley, and unbuckled herself. She followed Cynthia out as well, her knees aching from the impact. She'd definitely need to practice at that for next time. [color=ff6600]"Cynthia, sweetie, talk to....."[/color]

She stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open with horror at the body. [color=ff6600]"That's....That's that jock kid...."[/color] Tuesday's mind raced, attempting to place a name to the body, only to remain entirely befuddled. Pulling on her own hair, Tuesday tried her best to stay calm, staring at the blood in front of her. She eyed Cynthia, and it snapped her out of it. [color=ff6600]"Cynthia, sweetheart, I've got this,"[/color] Tuesday promised, walking over to the girl and attempting to pry her fists away from the windows. [color=ff6600]"No one's going to fuck with you while I'm around. This asshole'll be caught by the end of the day, I bet, and put in jail. They're going to [i]hate[/i] jail, the fucktard, but they deserve it. Okay? It's all going to be fine."[/color]