[center][h1][b][i][color=B0C4DE]Roxanne Waters[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Sports store
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[color=B0C4DE]"Sounds good Riley,"[/color] Roxanne replies to her long-time friend, offering her an appreciative nod which turned into a slight joking eyeroll as Riley leaned up against the wall, reminding Roxanne of a few situations from her youth that would lead Riley to take that pose, always had the rockstar attitude that girl.

At her question Roxanne turned to Tuesday, [color=B0C4DE]"All I can tell you from my high school days in which black nail polish last longer or how to mope around, both pretty useless activities in hindsight," [/color] she replies, following after Cynthia and Tim around the corner more random mutterings coming from the crazy woman's lips. Something about stars and Chinese food. Roxanne had to stop for a second to process the last hour? Had it been that ling even? Longer? In ths flurry of action Roxanne stumped as for how long she'd been there. Either way, in the period that couldn't have been anything but short she'd walked in on havoc with the shot man, who she had figured had been named Lawson due to the use of the name in conversation, had her shirt stained in blood, heard the ramblings of the insane and been flung into an event that seemed worthy of a mystery thriller novel, except this was none of a story. 

She looked over at Cynthia and couldn't help but pity the poor woman. Sure, Roxanne possessed little to no admiration for her in hugh school but she ciuld have done [i]something[/i] with her life if she wasn't convicted for murder and driven insane. 

Failing to answer Cynthia's requests  Roxanne looked around at the [i]sane[/i] people in the area, [color=B0C4DE]"How many deaths have there been exactly?"[/color]