[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/17/57/c7/1757c72ab61ca73cdfdb7f42e113f12f.jpg[/img][hr]Location: Ferris Wheel ---> Haunted House[/center][hr][hr]If Tuesday had been telling the story to her cellmates, it would've been a little something like this: two whiny little white-ass boys got into a gun fight, shooting up the place, and scaring the shit out of my twin sister. I stayed calm the entire time, like Stonewall Jackson or something, even with bullets going around me. Now, isn't [i]that[/i] gangsta? But if Tuesday was to be honest, her ears rung from the shot, her face was a combination of rage and relief at Riley's comments, and as she was dragged under the stand, she wanted nothing more than to cling to the safety like a baby, and breathe in slowly to ensure she really was still alive. 

Rubbing her forehead, Tuesday scowled. [color=ff6600]"What the fuck was I thinking? I guess that I'm just a fucking screw-up, huh? Well [i]good.[/i] Did it ever occur to you that I didn't [i]want[/i] help? That maybe I like my messed up life just the way it is?"[/color] She took a deep breath, before pulling her phone out of her pocket, and handing it to Riley. [color=ff6600]"Here. Passcode hasn't changed."[/color]

Her temper flared up, and she peeked out from the stand, watching as Marc and Chris darted into the Haunted House. Marc was going to get himself killed, the self righteous asshole. Sure, she never was a doctor, she never became a surgeon, but she had wanted to save lives at one point. [color=ff6600]"Don't come after me,"[/color] Tuesday warned. She knew that the odds were against her--but they were against Marc as well. Getting out from underneath the stand, Tuesday grabbed the biggest blunt instrument she could find, and that was she confident she could handle well. 

In the dark of the haunted house, she figured gunfire wouldn't be all too helpful. But a big ass piece of metal? Yeah, that could hurt someone. [color=ff6600]"If I die, don't look through my shit. You won't like it."[/color] And so, Tuesday knowingly went to the haunted house, determined to help her--determined to help Marc. It wasn't like anyone else was going to.