[center][h1][b][i][color=B0C4DE][center]Roxanne Waters[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Random curb -> Sports store
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[center][i]"Our classmates are being murdered."[/i][/center]

Roxanne couldn't help but chuckle and the text and wonder what the hell her classmates were getting up to. And why they were at the Sporting Goods store of all places. Roxanne was never the sporty type but when you lived in such a small town it's hard to not know where practically everything was, no matter how useful the store ever was for you. Finally relieving herself of her momentary parking spot, much to the relief of the woman who had been watching Roxanne warily from the curtain of her house, she drove to the sports store, bracing for was seemed to be a piece of insanity.

[center]Little did she know that text was deadly serious[/center]

She pulled up to the sports store next to Riley's car, well she assumed it to be. That was the car she had last time the pair met up? Maybe, it'd been too long to remember such trivial things to perfection. It seemed to scream Riley regardless, the door was left open though. Roxanne slid out of her own car, locking the doors behind her and inspected the vicinity of the parking lot. I t was practically empty, what the hell was going on here? That's when Roxanne heard the voices from the alleyway. Distant and soft yet ever present. She strolled toward it, preparing to greet Riley and some of her classmates she hadn't seen in ten years to come to the bloody site on the ground. [color=B0C4DE]"What the hell happened here?!'[/color] she yelped at the site of the man she didn't recognise, did he even go to the school? In saying that though, Roxanne was anything but a social butterfly in her high school years.