[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia McMillan[/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/btvs-buffy-the-vampire-slayer-32884223-500-250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Women's Locker Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b][@Nallore][/center][hr]

	Cyn made her way into the locker room and over to the sinks, she was proud of herself; she had painted such a beautiful picture. Her therapist would have proud of her. She should have taken a selfie and posted it to Instagram. Oh well, no worries. There would be more moments to create beauty. It was all just a matter of time.

	[color=f26522]"Next one will be better, practice always makes you better. Except for you, you just get sloppy when you lose control. No I don't. That is what art is all about, losing oneself! Not when it means bashing a person's nose in. He deserved it. Hey, if you want people to stop calling you killer you need to stop acting like one. Oh please a killer would have killed him, I just have him a face lift. You call that a face lift? Well he looks better now didn't he? Worst rhinoplasty I have ever seen. Well I didn't exactly have a scalpel, I did the best I could. Okay fair enough but I still think you should have made sure there was more purple in the cheeks before you smeared the blood. That wasn't smearing, those were defined brushstrokes. Yeah, whatever you say,"[/color] Cyn said rambling to herself as she washed her hands; the blood trickling down the drain in washed out pinks and reds, each line streaming along the white porcelain.

	Turning she smiled at Riley and held up her hands, still dripping but at least it was now with water instead of blood. [color=f26522]"See, all clean, all clean,"[/color] she exclaimed proudly as she yanked off some paper towels and dried off. Stepping over to the waste basket by the locker room door she peered out and gasped. [color=f26522]"Oh shit, it's the coppers. I'm in trouble now. No you're not, everyone knows if you push a crazy you get what you deserve. Really? Really, you have a get out of an assault free card. Really think Ada would let Marc take you back? No. Okay then,"[/color] she said as she looked back out the small piece of glass.

	[color=f26522]"Holy shit. You see that? I do but I'm the crazy one, question is do you? I do but I thought I was the crazy one. Oh, um, maybe we both are? Well two crazies make a sane person right? Right. Okay. Hey Riley you know who that is? That's Ada's dead husband Dj,"[/color] she said pointing through the glass to Lawson. [color=f26522]"Shit just got real!"[/color]