[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Ashley%20Cunningham&name=Claudette%20aime%20le%20Chocolat.ttf&size=50&style_color=DC143C[/img]
[img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/a0bee55f317fc207e5c30c9878d4c9a3/tumblr_nd7lxieIPq1tssctio4_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Tinder Family Home: Guest Room[/center][hr]
	Ash was utterly perplexed at the cursing that came out of Marc's mouth, she had never really heard him be like this. Her heart quickened and she gulped as she watched him making a call from her cell. Tracking? She wasn't sure how comfortable she felt about that in general but in the greater scheme of things her worry quickly ebbed away as she realised he was just doing this to protect her. She chewed on her lower lip as she listened to his end of the conversation before she gingerly took her cell back from him.

	Ashley felt her stomach flutter as he walked over and hugged her, pulling her in close to him and his hand resting on the back of her head made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end... in a [i]good[/i] way. She felt eighteen again and she wasn't sure what to think of that. Right now though, she decided it was best to just not think. She wrapped her arms around him in turn and tightened her grip on him as much as she could. Her non-cellphone holding hand clenched onto the back of his shirt and she practically refused to let go.

	As he grabbed her bag and made for them to move out of the room, Ash found herself hesitating and her heart rate increased substantially as her mouth simultaneously ran dry and moistened as she dropped her phone to the ground and reached around to grab Marc's face as she slipped in front of him, stopping him from walking further. She stared into his eyes and felt like she was stuck in that moment for a long time. Really it had only been a second and she decided that this is what she wanted to do.

	She slightly stepped up on her toes and then pressed her lips to his.
[hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Jasmin%20Morgan&name=ChopinScript.ttf&size=50&style_color=DAF05B[/img]
[img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/2129f2f66f4bd2348dd78bcc739dfe53/tumblr_mib0odSMm11r0a7vso1_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Lawson's Truck[/center][hr]
	Jasmin was perfectly comfortable with Lawson's company. It was very nice all things considered and he was glad that she had been able to help him and he was able to help her in a time of need, even if the time of need was on a different level. Jasmin perked a brow as she saw Cynthia and Lawson pulled the truck up. Cynthia was going mental again, no surprise there really, especially after what Jas had seen Cynthia do to Atlas yesterday. Atlas... He was dead now wasn't he? It was probably a good thing that Lawson wasn't in the truck anymore because her lips curled into a small, albeit slightly sad, smile at the thought of Atlas being dead.

	She locked the truck up as per Lawson's bidding and watched as he approached Riley and... someone who were trying to pull Cynthia away from the shop window. Jas glanced at the window when Cynthia pointed at it for Lawson and she felt her stomach drop. Another familiar face from high school was strung up like Simone had been. When was this madness going to end? She saw Lawson ready his gun and take off after god only knows what. Jasmin remained in the truck as she was told and wondered if Lawson was going to be okay. She was genuinely worried about him.

	As Jasmin saw Cynthia firing out of the car and then the gun shot ringing out, she decided to follow suit. Unlocking the truck and jumping out, Jasmin followed Cynthia's steps but stopped as she saw Cynthia slam into a very bloodied up Lawson.

	[color=DAF05B]"Lawson! Oh god..."[/color] She made her way over to him and dropped down onto her knees as she knelt beside him and she glanced to Cynthia. Jasmin had left her bag with her cell in the truck. [color=DAF05B]"Go get your friends and call 911! Please!"[/color] Jasmin looked Lawson over for any obvious wounds but with all the blood it was hard to see. [color=DAF05B]"Lawson, are you okay? Please talk to me. Are you hurt? What happened?!"[/color]
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[img]http://65.media.tumblr.com/9a129ea89e092204dbd5a225c5d1c598/tumblr_inline_o26tp5g7DS1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Ash's Hotel[/center][hr]
	[color=cc5200]"What do you mean she isn't here?!"[/color] Kai didn't mean to take his worried anger out on poor George but he had and he quickly reeled it back and held his hands up apologetically. [color=cc5200]"Sorry, this isn't your fault. I didn't mean to shout. Thank you for the information."[/color] Kai wrapped his arm around Ada's shoulder and guided her outside of the hotel. [color=cc5200]"Sorry Anela, you might be down a best friend by the time I get my hands on her... What was she thinking lying to us?! Where the hell is she?!!"[/color] Kai's phone buzzed with a text and he glanced at it quickly. [color=cc5200]"Fuck, I thought it was Ash. It's Riley. Shit... Trent is dead. Come on."[/color]

	He led Ada back to his truck and he pulled his cell out and called Ash's cell. It rang and rang and rang, but there was no answer. Kai glanced to Ada with a deadpan stare and terror in his eyes. [color=cc5200]"No answer. I'm calling Marc."[/color] He quickly called Marc's cell and waited as it rang on. What in the hell was Ash even playing at? She knew what was going on, she knew how dangerous things were yet she had still li-- The awful, gut tearing, realisation dawned on Kai as he looked towards Ada. [color=cc5200]"What if she... What if they forced her to lie? What if..."[/color] His eyes started to well up and he grabbed Ada's hand with his non-occupied one and held on tightly. This couldn't be happening. There was no way this was happening, it was all a bad dream, it had to be. He'd wake up and be beside Ada in his hotel room and everything would be fine again.

	He squeezed his eyes shut and listened to the phone ringing on.
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