[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] The Prison[/center][hr]

Josephine wasn't about to pretend she didn't notice the man ogling her. She knew they were operating a witch hunt and she wouldn't go down without swinging first. If the man wanted a show, so be it. She began to fan herself, [color=F48CA7]"Goodness, it get's hot in this office, I don't know how you can stand it."[/color] Ever so delicately she undid the buttons on her too, letting the goods out a bit more for the show.

She leaned back in the chair, thinking of her next words, [color=F48CA7]"I ask what you would assume if you saw the scene we saw. While we did not see the actual murder occur, the man himself was wearing his clothes with the corpse at his feet. There was no one else at the scene and no one fleeing apart from that man. I feared for my friend's safety and proceeded to access her room via other means. If you wish to know how I can tell you, but really, why bore you with that when there are other ways we can pass the time?"[/color]