[h3][color=#C198D6]Alex Rodriguez[/color][/h3]
September 5th, 1969.
1100 HRS

Alejandra was out from the school building, sun kissing her face as her eyes looked around to locate herself and calculate how many steps she had left so she was in the parking lot. Walking towards the impromptu theater that Nick had managed to create out of his absolute hate for the high school's horrid VP, her hazel orbs locked on the young adult who seemed to be looking around for something. This only made the Mexican girl cock a brow, inquisitively, and step further towards the area of interest, stopping just when she had reached the Counselor's car. Her hip met the blue colored vehicle's side as Alex leaned against it, her arms crossed over her breasts, looking on as the scene unfolded.. 

Noticing Lisa at a nearby bench with a food tray on her lap, looking on, was not out of the ordinary. The girl always seemed to be around hanging from the corners of every scenario. Never really interacting with anything that wasn't of any concern to her or her grades. Somehow, that seemed just right in Alex's mind, even though she wasn't much of following that ideology. The immigrant always deemed information valuable and if meddling with someone or paying close attention to her environments was required, she was up to pay that price. 

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1103 HRS

Which was why a fucking loud sound was able to tear her eyes off the other girl and plaster her view on the drunk bastard they had to call VP holding onto Nick and, in the next second, they were both tumbling unto the ground. She blinked once, twice and before she knew it she was making her way to them, brows creased in worry.

As soon as she had gotten near them, she noticed the puddle of bright, shimmery yellowish [i]something[/i] just hanging out in near the two bodies being shaken by officers. Her brows furrowed further, trying to think of what the fuck that was. Looking up, Alex noticed the same kid that had been helping the Counselor staring down in palpable confusion at the strange puddle, which only reinforced what she had quickly found out about it. It wasn't supposed to be there. Biting the inside of her cheeks, thinking of what she should do, Alex immediately stepped in front of it and positioned her feet "strategically" enough, trying her best to hide it from the police or any other set of curious eyes that happened to glance at it. She should definitely ask Nick if he knew what the fuck that was, after all, she wouldn't want the poor rebel getting in [i]problemas[/i] over some lost evidence of his actions towards Chester's car.

[color=#C198D6]"I think that medical kit idea sounds absolutely amazing right now."[/color] Alejandra said evenly, looking over both Kostache and Jones's bodies in search of any sign of injuries. Not being able of finding one at first glance gave the senior some relief but she knew perfectly well that it didn't mean they were totally fine and the prospect of having something to deal with any kind of given injury was always nice.