[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Edwina Fairfax[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7jllszZ7v1rqkf12.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]
Location: A Rundown Motel; New York City
Interacting With: [@Din] Nyt[/center][hr][hr]Eddie bit her lip. As much as she didn't want to be the stereotypical character who objected to violence... Well, she couldn't help but be that person. The Squad may have been the ones to kill her friends, but they weren't the ones who gave the order. They were as helpless in this as they were. All of them were pawns. None of them were able to control the board. 

[color=99ccff]"Echo, hun, maybe if we didn't go right to stabbing..."[/color] Edwina suggested, fidgeting with her hands a bit. [color=99ccff]"We could start off slow, yeah? Get to know each other. We don't even know her name."[/color]

She paused, glancing at the rather outrageous outfit. It seemed even villains didn't have any sense when it came to clothing. Who [i]wanted[/i] to look like a carnival freak? It only drew more attention. [color=99ccff]"Though I'm guessing it has something to do with cheetahs...Maybe she's just a demented Cheetah Girl who lost her way..."[/color]

Biting her lip, Edwina glanced at Nyt. Both of them had lived through hell. Both of them had lost people that day. Their friends -- no, their [i]family[/i] -- had been slaughtered. But that didn't mean that violence was the answer, Edwina was positive of that. Torture wouldn't get them the answers they needed-- only the answers they wanted.