[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia McMillan[/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnbpczi3nM1qaorpxo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Gym
[b]Interacting With:[/b][@Nallore] [@jakeb1993] & Tim[/center][hr]

	Cynthia looked over to Riley, she looked sad. Why was she sad. It wasn't her that was dead and well Atlas was an ass. Maybe not ass enough to be killed but hey, still an ass. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small travel pack of tissues she kept on her. More to pull apart when she got nervous than for tears or wiping her nose but hey, seemed they would finally fill their true function. Opening the packet she pulled up a soft tissue and handed it over to Riley with a goofy smile on her lips, as if she had just handed the girl a check from Publishers Clearing House. 

	[color=f26522]"It's okay. No it isn't. Why not? Because people are dead that's why. Well people die all the time. They do but not like this. Well hell, if you want to talk weird deaths what about that girl in Shady Pines? Which one, the one that thought she was a glass of orange juice? No, not that one. Oh the one that swore she was the daughter of Napoleon, always wanting the strawberry section of the ice cream and claiming it in the name of France? No, not that one either. Then which one? The one that thought she was the second coming of Jesus and figured she could walk on water. Well she did. That wasn't water, that was ice. Same difference, she still fell through it and froze to death. Well it was water underneath. Yeah what ever, but yeah, death happens. But is death and murder two different things? Same end result, lack of a pulse. True. But Riley didn't do it. Well of course not, she isn't frozen right now! Not that! Oh the murder? Yes the murder! Oh right, yeah Riley didn't do that! We know!"[/color]

	Tim just stood there as his eyes widened listening to Cynthia ramble on and on and on. Shaking off the bemusement he looked back over to Riley and nodded a bit. "Yeah, I know Riley. You were never a suspect for this," he said as he heard a voice say hello. Turning around slowly his brow rose seeing the new face enter the crowd. "Now that one on the other hand..." he muttered under his breath looking at Jacob. Cynthia whipped her head around and bright smile came to her face as she waved her hands in the air towards him. 

	[color=f26522]"Hi Jacob! Who? Jacob! Oh him! Yes him! He came to see us! Yes he did!"[/color]

	Tim placed his palm over his face. "Here we go again..."