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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights -> Her Apartment
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Mali walked and noted that the guy from the bus was checking out the Regal building before a striking up a conversation with a chick with pink lemonade striped hair. Mali recognized her as one of the girls from the party. She lived in the next building over, didn't she? Eh, not her problem. From their body language they didn't know each other, but they didn't seem to be in a hostile confrontation, so she would just continue on with he business.

It wasn't until she had opened the door of the Rose Building that the voice in the back of her head started to nag again. What if it [i]became[/i] hostile and she ended up getting shot, or worse? Every tired step up the two flights of stairs only made it more and more difficult to ignore that thing in her head saying 'what if' to the point where she was already feeling guilty for things that haven't happened. Yet?

When she had finally made it into her apartment (after trying to just get here for well over an hour. Thanks Justice Public Transport), she zipped over to the fridge after locking the door behind her and pulled out one of her premade meals and then squeezed through the aisle of boxes to the window. With a quick tug she opened up the blinds and peeked down to see if they were still talking or if one (or both) of them had left. She noted to herself that she would keep an eye out juuuuuuust in case something happened.