[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdnmpkey7v1qf4sbho6_400.gif[/img][hr]Location: Behind the Sporting Goods Store[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday frowned a bit, hearing Cynthia's rhyme. Ever since she ceased to go by Chloe and instead went by Tuesday, she always tended to notice days of the week a little more closely. She felt a kinship with other people, such as Wednesday Friday Addams, who also had names derived from it. Initially, her mind leapt to the conclusion that Cynthia was talking about her, before she shook her head. She had said between--not after. Though, she had admittedly been surprised that everyone in town seemed to address her as Tuesday. Some talk show must have done a tell all about Riley or some sort, bringing up her own past in the process to stun their viewers. 

[color=ff6600]"Racism and comics?"[/color] Tuesday asked, chuckling a bit at the almost pathetic situation they were all in. And at Roxanne's question, Tuesday blurted the first thing that popped into her head. [color=ff6600]"Someone who realized the highlight of their shitty life in Grimm was murdering Simone, probably. Wanted to relive their greatest hits just like Ada and Kai are doing."[/color]

Glancing around uneasily, Tuesday hoped to spot a convenient sign, something that would give her an idea of what to do next. She knew that private eyes could be hired on occasion, and she mused with the possibility of hiring one--that, of course, would require money...which the drug addict lacked. [color=ff6600]"At this point, we might as well hire a fucking P.I. They'd do a better job."[/color] 

Cops tended to make her uneasy--but at the moment, they were irritating her with their incompetence instead.