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[center]Interacting with: Lana [@Charnobylisk] JD [@Lady Amalthea] [/center] 
Location: Back at the Party
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he stared long and hard up above him, towards the first floor and what lay beyond that. The stairs were pretty much a no go zone and he didnt want to risk trying to climb what appeared to be a long endless track of obstacles he was sure he would fall victim to. Like the smart man he was convinced he was, he back off and took a deep sigh. Why couldn't he help? because he wasn't fast enough or perhaps because he wasn't strong enough, not like the rest of the guy who had somehow found their ways to the roof in no time flat it appeared. It appeared he was being left behind during all this commotion, even the press hadn't really got a hold of him, since he was dawdling around the ground floor, with nothing better to do at the moment.

This murder, it did strike deep within him. It reminded him that what happened to Peyton, was definetly not some coincedence, it was planned, it was no accident. Sure the official records said, suicide, but something just didn't feel right, and already something didn't feel right about this Dani figure. His interactions with her were non-existent, but from what he had seen and heard, she wasn't one to do what had suddenly went down during this grand celebration of life and coming together. Of course, if he had figured this out, someone else would and the police would be alerted. Another little frisking by the police wouldn' do him any harm...but he worried about his certain possessions in his apartment. Unlike Lana he didn't have everything under lock and key, so a few things with certain alarming details may be found. 

He exitted the ground floor of the building and walked back out, sighing and running a hand through his hair. Lana was gone, great, she was probably freaking out about anything but the murder that had just happened before their eyes. Well, above to be precise. He took a glance at the corpse, his eyes scanning it from afar. It didn't scare him, it didn't bother him. He felt sorry for the girl with the new gun shot wound but besides that, just disgust at the shooter. He made his way to a quiet place before spotting JD and Lana. He looked a bit shaken and offered them up an eyebrow rise, too scared to cause a commotion if he approached them