[Center][h2][color=teal][b]Lynette Marshall[/b][/color][/h2]
Location: Police station 
Interacting with: Elijah Craigh, DeMarcus and Parker Blake.

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It was a kind gesture. One that struck the teen as funny after all she had been told; not that she had much time to think about it before things began to kick off outside. DeMarcus was the first to set out and then the rest followed. Lynette hesitated before pushing herself off the cold floor.

'They're here to kill you.' 

Her mind warned, as panic washed over her. She wanted to believe she was safe. Hell, Lynette thought she was safe until the other night but everything's changed. Everything and the Lord knew she wasn't handling any of it properly. 

She stuck her head out of the waiting room. [B]"Don't go out there."[/b] Lorrie warned. Lynette couldn't make out what was being shouted but whatever it was, it set DeMarcus off. She grinned the door frame as she watched him snatch up the man with little effort. [Color=teal]"Shit."[/color] Lynette breathed. If they weren't fucked before they definitely were now. She took a few steps out, straining to listen.

[B]"MACLINTON! I GOT A PRESENT FOR YAH, SPECIAL! I WANNA SEE YOU MOST!"[/b]

[B]"Jesus, that man never knows when to shut up."[/b] Lorrie piped up once again, [b]"Sweetie, why don't you go take a seat. Don't you worry about a thing."[/b] she shooed Lynette back into the waiting room.

[Color=teal]"Don't worry? Don't worry. Yes, don't fucking worry."[/color] she muttered angrily before kicking the wall. A girl barely older than she was dead and there was an angry mob outside, yet she wasn't supposed to worry. Lynette felt like her head was about to implode as she silently wished to wake up once more.