[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/fa/ac/57/faac57a6616422f4e0af1075d20e0978.jpg[/img][hr]Location: Funnel Cake Stand (Carnival at the Park) ---> Ferris Wheel[/center][hr][hr][color=ff6600]"Yeah, that wasn't a yes-no question...I need to get an actual time, like one on the clock?"[/color] her more bitter and sarcastic nature was starting to bleed through. As Chris' grip on her hand tightened, Tuesday became more and more nervous, more and more afraid. Perhaps this was going to be the end. She didn't see Marc anywhere--had he left her to die? With the way she treated him, she wouldn't be too surprised. 

A wave of guilt washed over Tuesday. In her attempts to reclaim her life, to achieve independence, she had caused so much pain. Her phone vibrated, shaking her out of her reverie. Riley's message both calmed and horrified her. Her twin sister was here, getting mixed up in this mess? She tried her best to seem calm, as Chris slipped under the crime scene tape, his grip on her hand tightening. [color=ff6600]"What's with the hand holding? It's not like I'll get lost."[/color]

Yet just as she was about to force herself to vomit on Chris, faking an aversion to the sight of blood, she felt herself wrapped in a warm embrace. [i]Fucking hell.[/i] It was Riley. Tuesday wasn't sure whether to be shocked, delighted, or terrified--she felt it all at once. Glancing over towards Chris, as Riley unceremoniously creamed him with pie, Tuesday bit back a laugh. She tore her hand out of Chris' grip, using the pretense of needing to fix her hair after Riley's bear hug. 

[color=ff6600]"Er....Hi Riley,"[/color] Tuesday said, forcing a sense of awkwardness into her voice. She had after all specifically asked Chris to not mention to Marc or Riley that he saw her--acting all buddy-buddy with Riley now would only cause suspicion. [color=ff6600]"What brings you to the...to the crime scene?"[/color]