[hr][hr][center][h1][color=F2D7E7]Whitney Carlyle[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/buW5rKztYqEdG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=F2D7E7][b]Location[/b][/color]: Community Center[/center][hr][hr]

Whitney listened as the man finished his speech. It seemed he would be working with local law enforcement which gave her an in. She reminded herself to ask him her own questions later. Right now, she wanted to get home and think. And mentally and physically prepare for the party.

As she got up to leave, she noticed a crowd in the lobby. The shouting had died down thankfully. She couldn't make out much of what was said, but she got the gist of it. This was to be expected. Traumatic events tended to drive some people to their breaking point. Hopefully, the police would go a bit easy on them, but she doubted it.

She greeted a few officers she passed by before she stepped outside. She took in the air a bit. She needed a clear head to process everything going on. This was a small town. Stuff like this wasn't supposed to happen.