[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mf2a8jk5m61qgjltq.gif[/img][hr]Location: In Front of the Sporting Goods Store[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday stepped back, letting the paramedics take over. She hadn't gone to Stanford in order to become an EMT. Her parents had decided that she'd be a surgeon, working on the operating table, and surrounded by a team. Her hands, kept nimble and graceful as she learned the violin, were to be one of her greatest assets. Steady, not prone to shaking. As Roxanne and Riley started chatting, Tuesday looked aside uncomfortably. 

She never did well when it came to talking to Riley's friends. Her social skills hadn't improved much since high school, with her friends growing shadier and shadier with each passing day. Considering for a moment walking over to Cynthia, in order to figure out what else the girl knew, Tuesday decided against it. She'd encouraged the behavior in her almost, leading the girl on about it. If anything, Tuesday needed a breath of fresh air, a chance to get away from it all. 

Walking over to a bench, Tuesday sat down and closed her eyes, breathing in the morning air. No matter what happened, she knew that they couldn't take the sky from her. She'd find serenity, one way or another. Pulling out her phone, Tuesday pondered calling her parents, before deciding against it. They'd likely be relieved if Riley or she had perished that morning.