[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/3340885a5133b1348cfa3ce274e70eeb/tumblr_mf4uazshT01qljfy1o4_r1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Behind of the Sporting Goods Store[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday shook her head. She hadn't spoken to Ada since high school. The two of them had gotten along fine back then, but with Tuesday's change of lifestyle, they no longer meshed. Kai had been a druggie back in the day, Ada hadn't wanted to associate with one. It wasn't surprising to her in the slightest--most of her old high school friends knew her as Chloe, and her new friends knew her as Tuesday. She was a different person now. [color=ff6600]"I don't have her number--I think Cynthia saw her shacking up with Kai."[/color]

She walked with Tim and the others, glancing as Cynthia sat down. [color=ff6600]"Yeah, yeah. We'll get some shitty fortune cookies and everything."[/color] Sighing slightly at Roxanne's question, Tuesday contemplated replying with sarcasm. Truthfully, though, she had a hard time keeping up with how many of her classmates had died. She knew that at least three had died, or so she could remember. The television program earlier had mentioned a few others....or had she imagined that? Tuesday shook her head, trying to force her brain to concentrate a bit better. 

[i]Maybe it's time to get off the hard stuff for a bit...[/i] she pondered, before deciding that the notion was silly. The soft stuff never did much for her anymore, she'd developed almost a tolerance for it. [color=ff6600]"You can't expect us to stay in Grimm and hide like fucking ostriches with our heads in the sand, Tim. I don't plan on being a murder victim in Indiana. I'd rather be butchered in LA or some other Californian nightmare."[/color]