[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md6jya9ewz1ru4sfro1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Outside the Sporting Goods Store[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday nodded, putting a firm grip on Cynthia. She let the girl cry a bit, figuring that her sobbing on her knees wouldn't be too harmful. It wasn't as if the police would claim Cynthia's tears contaminated the crime scene...right? She grimaced slightly, recalling the so called pieces of evidence from before. Pulling Cynthia to her feet, Tuesday wrapped an arm around her. [color=ff6600]"You know, I think Ada is going to love your hair,"[/color] Tuesday said, rather than her more natural [i]Oh, shit. What the fucking hell?![/i]

She gently pulled Cynthia away from the sidewalk, not even thinking about the cars in the road. Helping Cynthia back into the car, Tuesday sat down next to her, staring at the sobbing and broken blonde. The Cynthia she knew in high school was gone, dead, and replaced with an empathetic psychotic. Of course, she would've been hypocritical to be surprised at the change. [color=ff6600]"Cynthia, you can tell me anything, okay?"[/color] Tuesday promised. But glancing around, she figured that perhaps talking about something else would be better. She stretched her mind, thinking for something that'd distract the girl...

[color=ff6600]"Wanna hear about the time I was arrested?"[/color] Tuesday joked, reflecting back on that day. The rain had been pouring, a bit uncharacteristic for the climate she was in. She and [url=http://67.media.tumblr.com/bb501430940de61f9c3ad9386fad087c/tumblr_inline_nos9amrgB71ql0qbb_500.gif]a friend[/url] had attended the same party, celebrating Tuesday's graduation from Stanford. Her search for a paid internship had been relatively unsuccessful, and she hadn't heard back about any Med School applications, but it didn't matter. It was time for the pair of them to party. They'd gotten high, of course, off of heroin this time. And as all good things had to end, so did their highs. The [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/NNI0S5LQyZdQY/giphy.gif]car[/url] they stole had crashed and burned, just like her future had. She smiled sadly, reflecting back on it. 

[color=ff6600]"I could also tell you about the time someone swapped out La Rosa's shampoo with bleach and the bitch didn't notice,"[/color] Tuesday offered, cracking a bit of a smile. [color=ff6600]"Man, she was a cunt..."[/color]