[center][h1][b][i][color=B0C4DE][center]Roxanne Waters[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Police Station
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[color=B0C4DE]"Well won't you look at that?"[/color] Roxanne replied, taking a step closer to Cynthia. She really couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman. Roxanne wondered what she must have gone through, seen, thought to bring her to this. The mentality of a young child in most cases but their were glimpses of an adult their, what she knew at least. Unless this all meant nothing and the other were overthinking everything. 

[color=B0C4DE]"Hey Cynth,"[/color] Roxanne said, using the voice one reserved young children, or idiots. Not that she was thinking Cynthia as an idiot, [color=B0C4DE]"It's very pretty but it's messy and someone has to clean that all up before it starts to smell bad. If you ask Tim [i]very nicely[/i] he might have some pen and paper for you to draw stars on. He might even put them on the wall,"[/color] she looks over at Tim pleadingly. Before either could say something she retreats slightly, hoping not to be hit with a baloney 'star'.