[center][h1][b][i][color=B0C4DE][center]Roxanne Waters[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Sports store
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Cynthia was looking none but worse for wear, singing The Police’s ‘Roxanne’ to herself softly. Roxanne had to admit, she was surprised Cynthia remembered her. Despite a couple of classes they didn’t have much to do with each other. [i]I thought insane asylum were meant to[/i] cure [i]people of their insanity[/i] Roxanne thought to herself, eyeing the woman warily. Cynthia had definitely taken a turn for the worse, mentally at least. By how Riley communicated, however, showed Roxanne Cynthia was innocent enough, for now at least.

Roxanne turned her attention to the main scene, the stranger on the ground, crowded by Riley and... Tuesday? Goodness, it had been a long time since Roxanne had talked to Tuesday. When Roxanne was kicked out of her home Tuesday cut ties with Riley therefore with Roxanne also. Riley was the one to answer her question. [color=B0C4DE]”I didn’t think you met literally! Last time you told me someone was dying it was referencing the headache the last night’s drinking gave you,”[/color] she tuts, shaking her head teasingly. [color=B0C4DE]”What can I do?”[/color]. However, before her help could stretch out past an offer the paramedics had arrived, good thing too. The small group of them could only do so much for this man life. 

Next thing Roxanne knew Riley was at her, wrapping her arms around her tightly. Roxanne returned the hug with a squeeze of her own. [color=B0C4DE]”It’s been too long. You really should come visit me again sometime, or is the family life too simple for a rockstar?”[/color] she jokes, resting her chin on Riley’s shoulder in their embrace. [color=B0C4DE]”Any idea who’s doing this?”[/color] she asks, deciding not to mention the other man’s blood she could feel staining her shirt from Riley’s hands. [color=B0C4DE]”When did it start?”[/color]