[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia McMillan[/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://45.media.tumblr.com/4d0a8d8b89f9b63b583b0db9bc7cd62b/tumblr_ntqoqw0aQQ1up42jgo2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Grimm High School
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Her Demons and Ada[/center][hr] 

	[i][color=f26522]"Keep it together, I am Cynthia McMillan, I didn't do it, it is okay, everyone loves me. No, everyone hates me. Why shouldn't they, no they shouldn't. I am me, I am perfect as I am, so what if I spent the last decade locked away next to people who really were crazy. I'm not crazy. Yes I am. I wasn't but I am. I shouldn't be released. Yes I should. I know who did it. No I don't. Yes I do but they'll come for me. They won't believe me. Yes they will. I am Cynthia McMillan. Yeah, I know who you are, stop talking to yourself. You stop talking to yourself. Fine, then stop responding. I only respond when you say something. Oh right, okay. Truce? Truce, for now."[/color][/i]

	That kept replaying through Cynthia's mind as she wandered the halls of the high school. She had been released a week ago but still hadn't really settled in anywhere. Her parents had taken her in but they didn't want her there even if she was proven innocent in the eyes of the court. They were convinced that their own daughter had slaughtered Simone. Even if they didn't believe that really, they knew Cynthia should be locked up now even if just to keep herself safe from whatever demons she had running through her mind now. That and just the simple fact they couldn't bring themselves to even look at their daughter in the eyes anymore. Was it guilt for abandoning her all those years ago? Probably. The only person that had seen Cynthia over the last decade was Ada. 

	That was why Cynthia was there now, to see Ada; well mostly. She had arrived early but couldn't stay in the gym. It was empty and brought back memories, like those of hand cuffs but in a bad way. The look in Simone's eyes now haunted her. Those eyes were the reason she had been locked away for all this time. She couldn't go in there alone. But now it was different, she heard voices. Like actual voices that were not a product of years of over medication and electroshock therapy; among other horrors. Peeking through the glass on the door to the gym from the girls locker room she peeked around. There were several there but not who she was looking for, at least at first. Then she saw Ada, looking as she always did and with people around her. Too many people? Well, too many was better than no people wasn't it? Yeah, of course it was. 

	Slowly she pushed the door open, her left hand clutching to her right arm, clinging to the muscle and fabric almost desperately, her free wrist twitching nervously. She was jumpy and fidgety, her hair disheveled and her eyes darting around madly. [color=f26522]"Ada..."[/color] she croaked out. No one heard her. Another tentative step forward. [color=f26522]"Ada.."[/color] she tried again, still nothing. Pulling her hands up to her head and into her hair. The voices were coming back, repeating yet again. They never stopped now, just kept over and over and over again. It was maddening, she was mad; mad as a March Hare. 
	
	[i][color=f26522]"Keep it together, I am Cynthia McMillan, I didn't do it, it is okay, everyone loves me. No, everyone hates me. Why shouldn't they, no they shouldn't. I am me, I am perfect as I am, so what if I spent the last decade locked away next to people who really were crazy. I'm not crazy. Yes I am. I wasn't but I am. I shouldn't be released. Yes I should. I know who did it. No I don't. Yes I do but they'll come for me. They won't believe me. Yes they will. I am Cynthia McMillan. Yeah, I know who you are, stop talking to yourself. You stop talking to yourself. Fine, then stop responding. I only respond when you say something. Oh right, okay. Truce? Truce, for now."[/color][/i]
	
	[color=f26522]"ADA!!!!!"[/color] she screamed as she sunk to her knees, hyperventilating. 

[center][hr][hr][h1][color=a187be]Adelaide Grimaldi[/color][/h1]
[img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/mila-kunis-mean-interview.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Grimm High School Gym
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Cynthia, [@hoppiholla391] [@Nallore] [@Salrynn] [@foxygen] [@Charnobylisk][/center][hr]

	Ada shoved a table into place and let out a bit of a huff, maybe she should have just hired someone to do the set up? It would have been easier, oh well it was too late now. Adjusting her top she pressed the back of her forearm to her brow before taking another breath in. Looking around she had to give herself a mental pat on the back, it was starting to come together quickly. The faintest of smiles coming to her lips at the work she had managed to get done, something about a job well done always made Ada feel better. Her smile grew some as she saw Jasmin walk in, it was good to see her friend show up. She always said the girl would blossom into a swan. It was nice to be right about it. 

	Reaching out she gave Jasmine a sweet hug as she was embraced. [color=a187be]"Oh girl, so glad you could make it! Feels like forever since I have seen you, a life time! You look amazing! But I always said you would,"[/color] she teased playfully as she released Jasmine from the hug. It was great to see her and she was so glad that Jas was one of the first to arrive, it let her have a buffer from others that would arrive that she might not respond so warmly to or even ones that the very sight of them might send her running off to try to keep her composure. 

	Perking a brow she looked at Jas as if she was a mad as Cynthia but then she nodded excitedly at the proposal. It would serve some of them right. Not that Ada was about revenge, that just wasn't her style but many people had messed with Jas during High School, why not help an old friend get a little bit of non-harmful payback. [color=a187be]"Girl I am so in and it looks like we have the perfect first victim."[/color]

	Motioning over towards Atlas has came waltzing into the place as if he owned it. Of course he did, that was always how he carried himself. Somethings never changed. Clearing her throat she plastered her ever present welcoming smile to her lips and went straight into casual conversation with [i]Jess[/i] as she waited for Atlas to get over to them. [color=a187be]"You know, I think this will work, if we keep the tables like this it will give people a better chance to mingle than if we space them out more don't you think?"[/color]

	That was about the time that Atlas made himself known and Ada chuckled as she slipped her arm around the back of his waist and gave him the typical brush off floating hug that they usually exchanged when they saw each other. [color=a187be]"Oh my, Atlas taking the fault onto his broad shoulders? I am completely flattered that you would bear the brunt of such a load,"[/color] she said with a smirk on her lips as she glanced over towards [i]Jess[/i] and had to keep from rolling her eyes as he went to make his usual move. 

	[color=a187be]"Actually, I was thinking of introducing her to Marc when he showed up but I guess you'll have to do for now,"[/color] she said in a flat tone as she crossed her arms over her chest. [color=a187be]"My dear Atlas, let me introduce you to Jess Grimaldi, distant cousin on my fathers side. And Jess, this specimen is the Prom King of the class of 2006, Atlas Sterling. Careful, as his name denotes he tarnishes if he isn't given a good rubbing every so often." [/color]

	Ada was chewing on the inside of her mouth trying not to laugh at the entire situation, if Atlas knew who Jess was he would probably have a panic attack. Granted not that she wanted to see such a thing but seriously, it might do him some good to see his past antics bash him upside the back of the head. Then she heard a familiar voice and her smile brightened even more. [i][color=a187be]Oh sweet jesus, this is too perfect,[/color][/i] she thought as she waved over to Jae. 

	[color=a187be]"Hey Jae, still getting into trouble instead of putting that mind and face of yours to work to do some good in this world?"[/color] she said poking fun at him. She wasn't being vicious though, she just knew he had so much more potential than he used and that he could do soo much good in this world if he put his mind to it. She doubted he ever would but that didn't stop her from trying. [color=a187be]"We're just setting things up. Well we are, Atlas is being, well him. Oh how rude of me. Jae, this is Jess, Jess this is Jae,"[/color] she said introducing them quickly. 

	Ada turned around, as she pulled her hair back from over her shoulders. People were really starting to show up quickly. Riley walking in just soon after and heading over to the group and hugging Ada; Ada returning the hug gently and smiling at her. [color=a187be]"Why hello there girl, missed you too,"[/color] she said softly as she let her go. [color=a187be]"Hey Val, you're looking stunning as ever,"[/color] she added quickly as Val stepped over to the group.

	Ada wanted to say more but she heard someone scream her name and turned on her heels, her eyes widening as she witnessed Cynthia drop to her knees. [color=a187be]"Oh god..."[/color] she whispered under her breath. [color=a187be]"Excuse me please,"[/color] she said holding up a finger to the group that had gathered. Rushing over to Cynthia, Ada knelt down next to her, slipping her over shirt off to leave her in a spaghetti strap silk tank that dipped low in the back, revealing the ink work that she had spent the last several years getting. The Eagle covered her entire back. 

	[color=f26522]"It won't stop, it won't stop, they won't shut up, I hear them. Stars, I hear them in my head. They say they are me but they aren't,"[/color] Cynthia kept muttering over and over again in a panicked voice to Ada as she reached out and grabbed the woman by her shoulders nearly causing Ada to stumble back onto her read end. After a few minutes Ada regained her balance and was able to get her shirt around Cynthia's shoulders. 

	[color=a187be]"I know, I know. It's okay, take a deep breath. I'm here. They won't bother you now,"[/color] Ada said in a calm and reassuring voice as she smoothed down Cynthia's mess of hair and pushed it back out of her face. Cynthia looked up, trembling towards Ada. She was right, the voices were gone. They were always gone when Ada showed up to see her at the mental ward. 

	[color=f26522]"Yes, yes... Um, Hey, sorry..."[/color] Cynthia said in a voice that actually showed shame to it. Something it never had during the years of High School hell she had put so many through. Wrapping her arms around Ada she clung to her hugging her tightly and mumbling incoherently to herself. Ada looked over to the group with a look of pity in her eyes as she hugged the crazed woman back. 

	[color=a187be]"I know you are...."[/color] she said softly.