[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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Roxanne return her friends smile with a meek of her own, before Tim gave a reply. Eight. [i]Eight[/i]. Roxanne met Tim's eyes with a solemn glance. That was a lot to take in, even if she had nothing to do with them in high school. Roxanne turns to Ada and asks, [color=B0C4DE]"Anyone I...?"[/color]  before stopping herself. Why did it matter if she knew them. They were her former peers regardless. She sighs, returning to the other womes' statements, [color=B0C4DE]"They have a point, I have a family to go home to, I'm not keen on being murdered here right now."[/color]

Her head snaps to Cynthia, her eerie singing was just straight up creeping and the last thing Cynthia needed was a reason to think she was stuck in a horror movie, however,blocking out the insane woman's next thoughts were near impossible. Roxanne wasn't sure what was creepier, the words themthemself or the childlike voice used. As Ada pulled the girl in Roxanne walked over to the pair and rubbed Cynthia's back soothingly.

[color=B0C4DE]"How can someone have such a Vendetta against their high school cohort that 10 years later they want to kill all of them? That's my question, 'cus I can't think of an answer that makes them not look pathetic and in need of growing a backbone,"[/color]