[b]Cori Woods[/b]
[justify][indent]As the dispatcher picked up, Cori's brow furroewed in the other girl's direction. How could she know the kid wasn't on any sort of drugs or alcohol? She felt detached from her body as the elderly woman on the other end of the line lead her through some basic treatment for the wounded kid. Holding her phone between her chin and her shoulder, Cori checked for a pulse, a breath and the like as the woman asked questions. "[color=lightpink]He's breathing. He seems okay. I have...word he wasn't drunk.[/color]" She answered the questions coolly and quickly, seeming oddly comfortable in taking lead over something as important as a person's life. The heiress even had an eyeroll to spare as the woman commented on the full moon. 

Focused on managing the scene of the crash, Cori willed herself to ignore the gross homeless man. New and improved eyesight a blessing, she caught another approaching the scene--he would not be the only one. She cleared her through and she momentariy held her iPhone away from her red lips. "[color=lightpink]Sir, I'm going to need you to stay back. The police are on their way, okay?[/color]" she said to him. Knowing that ambulance would take some time, however, she decided to stay beside the driver. She patted at his pockets after dispatch hung up, and scowled when she found no identification. 

It didn't occur to her that it was too quiet until it was too late: the familiar rev of [i]her[/i] car engine roared in place of the old man's slurring. She gasped and stood up, hopelessly stepping after the car as it squealed away. "[color=lightpink]No![/color]" she cried, "[color=lightpink]No, no, [i]no[/i]![/color]" Her heel stomped against the ground and she ran her hands down her face. Needless to say, the red and blue lights were a relief, and she was clueless to the other girl's discomfort. "[color=lightpink]He [i]stole[/i] my car,[/color]" was the first thing she told the officer as he stepped out of the car. 

However, his reaction quieted her. He eyed her suspiciously then looked between the third comer and the other woman. "[color=cccccc]I'm just going to need you all to answer a few questions. The ambulance is on the way.[/color]" he said, though as he looked between them again, his gaze lingered on Himeko suspiciously. "[color=cccccc]How are you involved with this?[/color]" he demanded. 

Taken aback, Cori tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at the officer. She wasn't used to seeing officers act like this toward her, much less another, innocent woman. She cleared her throat, suddenly standing taller. "[color=lightpink]Officer, sir, we both just barely arrived. I'm the one who called 911. In fact, I'm a [i]victim[/i]--[/color]" 

"[color=cccccc]Ms. Arslan has been in and out of jail for her violence. So,[/color]" he paused to squint at Cori before recognition  flickered across his gaze. Seeing it, Cori smiled tightly: now that he realized who exactly he was talking to, he would treat those here with a little more respect. Cori offered a cocky smile to Himeko before looking back to the officer as he continued. "[color=cccccc]So, Ms. Woods, I suggest you comply and consider your right to remain silent. I know your type. You're all party girls.[/color]" 

The smile faded and she glared, stomping her heel on the pavement again. Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "[color=lightpink]I'm not--[/color]" 

"[color=cccccc]I'm talking to Ms. Arslan. Unless you're suggesting I search your bag,[/color]" he said over her. He looked back to Himeko, waiting patiently for the woman's statement. As she continued with whatever that may be, the ambulance's lights could be seen finally approaching. A tow truck driver was preparing to drag the destroyed car off the road, cones set up to direct drivers safely around the accident. 
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