[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarlett Cromwell[/color][/h1][img]https://s26.postimg.org/6i39dfb2x/scarlett1.gif[/img][hr][color=#ff0000][b]Location[/b][/color]: Community Center
[color=#ff0000]{[/color][i]"Have fun in hell, bitch!"[/i][color=#ff0000]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	This entire thing was a sham and as far as Scarlett was concerned, the entire place smelled like rotting, oily, sweaty flesh. She pinched her nose with her hand in order to keep the offending stench from registering, hardly even bothering to pay attention to the FBI agent. She heard the gist of it -- [i]blah blah investigation blah blah curfew blah blah blah.[/i] Of course, one thing that Scarlett [i]didn't[/i] hear was her own name. And that, in itself, was infuriating. She was Lucy's best friend and they didn't even have the decency to mention that fact during the town meeting? Huffing a bit, Scarlett considered briefly flicking her wrist and making the fire alarm go off, to teach them all a lesson, but she decided against it. 

	[color=ff0000]"Okay, everyone, that's enough!"[/color] Scarlet wailed, tears pouring down her face. [color=ff0000]"Lucy, my bestie, is [i]dead.[/i] And would she want us to hide inside in sweatpants and cry? Of course not. It's an insult to her memory, people!"[/color] Scarlett paused, certain that the entire community center was captivated by her. Her voice had a way of carrying. [color=ff0000]"In the memory of [i]my[/i] best friend, Lucy, I'm going to be hosting a memorial shindig at my house. Think of it like Scarlett-o-ween but, like, a thousand times better. You all better come, otherwise you're as lame as [i]Sniff-and-Scratch[/i] over there,"[/color] Scarlett finished, motioning towards the supposed reporter. [color=ff0000]"Party starts when curfew goes on, bi-otches!"[/color]