[center][h1][b][i][color=B0C4DE][center]Roxanne Waters[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Police Station
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A little stunned at her friend's sudden decision to leave for her sister Roxanne was a too late for trying to convince her otherwise resulting in doing none but a lousy attempt to call her friend's name. She sighed, damned points for loyalty to her friend but point for intelligence? Not so much.

Roxanne couldn't help but jump slightly as the "[I]Bang![/i]" of Tim's foot colliding with his desk. Sighing once more, her eyes followed Tim as he left the room in search of a mop. She turned to Cynthia who was smiling at her. Something she thought she'd never see from a popular girl when she was in high school, then again, she never thought Cynthia would end up in this state. That was when Cynthia wrapped her arms around Roxanne

[color=B0C4DE]"No, Cynthia,"[/color] Roxanne gasped holding her arms against her body and attempting to squeeze herself smaller and attempting to gently writhe out of her grip. A hug was one thing. Roxanne had no problem with hugs, with the right people at least. However, when the other person was covered in ketchup and mustard and Lord knows what else and was rubbing them into you body and clothes? A new story entirely.

Her writhing resulting terribly Roxanne eyed the door, awaiting Tim to comeback. She couldn't bring herself to shove the woman off of her. Cynthia had been through too much over the past years. [color=B0C4DE]"When Tim gets back I'll see I can can take us somewhere to clean you up, sound good? They might have showers here,"[/color]