[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/3340885a5133b1348cfa3ce274e70eeb/tumblr_mf4uazshT01qljfy1o4_r1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Station[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday closed her eyes, tensing slightly as Riley put a hand on her. She didn't need her sister's sympathy, she didn't need it from anyone. They were all disappointed in her, in one manner or another. [i]Good. Let them be.[/i] Her temper flared back up, catching her from her momentary fall in attitude. She had spent her entire life trying to please people, to be [i]exactly[/i] who they wanted her to be. And what had that done for her? It had pushed her on the path towards medical school, when she couldn't [i]stand[/i] the prospect of being a surgeon. As far as Tuesday was concerned, she didn't start living until she screwed up her life, ruining all of her chances, and watching as it went up in flames. She had been liberated by fire. 

Keeping her face turned away from Tim, Roxanne, and Riley, Tuesday made a quiet resolution to herself. No more of this pretending, no more of this making decisions for other people. If she was going to be able to live with herself, she had to make her own decisions. Vowing to quit her job at the temp agency and embrace her lifestyle, Tuesday couldn't help that imagine the next time she saw Marc, she'd be behind bars once again. 

[i]Maybe I'll even get sent to max this time...Change of scenery,[/i] she pondered, joking slightly to herself. And no one would visit her in max, she was certain of that. There'd be none of this bullshit, this pity and sympathy, none of it! She'd finally be [i]free[/i]. She'd be able to escape the shadow of her parents once and for all. Going to the reunion had been a stupid decision, she decided, but it was the most important one she had ever made. It opened her eyes. 

However, she heard Tim go silent. Raising a bit of an eyebrow, she considered peeking over his shoulder, to see what could have brought him to a pause. How twisted it would have been, Tuesday realized, if one of their friends turned out to be the murderer. But as far as she was aware, Cynthia had to be rambling about a movie obsessed guy. And after ten years, she couldn't quite remember everyone who could quote films off the top of their head. 

[color=ff6600]"What?"[/color] Tuesday asked simply. She bit her tongue, tempted to continue on, but her words would only be fueled with anger and resentment.