[b]Cori Woods[/b]
[justify][indent]Cori approached the car further and tentatively tapped the 9 on her phone. Then a voice called to her: "[color=ed1c24]Over here![/color]" 

Her crimson eyes snapped to the woman and the man beside her, though her body language remained stiff. Before, the two would be rather plain to her, but Cori could clearly see from the distance she stood at. Even in the dark. The man was the usual sort you ran the risk of finding, especially in the evening. Catching the glint of silver in his hand, Cori realized he had successfully droned some pity story to the poor girl. In another situation, she may have rolled her eyes. However, the girl herself looked rather rough around the edges. As tall as Cori (or at least would be if Cori's heel's didn't give her the extra couple inches) but twice as scrappy. She looked the girl up and down, eyeing the bandages on her arm. [i][color=lightpink]Thrice as scrappy,[/color][/i] she decided to herself, nose wrinkling for just a moment.

"[color=lightpink]Were you driving? Are you okay?[/color]" she asked, a hint of valley girl in her voice--but genuine. And even as she asked, she decided that, no, the girl wasn't the one to drive such a nice car. And definitely not the man who decided to whistle at her. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared in his direction, ready to tell him off if he decided to continue. Then he suddenly struggled for air. "[color=lightpink]Oh my God![/color]" she said instead. "[color=lightpink]Accident, [i]that[/i]--I'm calling 911,[/color]" she told the other girl. 

As promised, her pale fingers tapped against her screen twice more before she lifted it to her ear to report the accident--and the man's health should he continue.
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