[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]	The agent didn't seem to be getting along with the program. Maybe it was because he was new to Silver Falls, but that wasn't the attitude people normally had when talking with [i]the[/i] Scarlett Cromwell. A look of disgust flashed across her face momentarily, before Scarlett once again replaced it with the facade of the grieving friend. Truthfully, the reason she was here was to see who in town had the balls to kill Lucy and to personally congratulate them. Perhaps kill them for doing what she had wanted to do--but congratulate first. Kill second. 

	[color=#ff0000]"Scarlett Annalise Cromwell--yes, I am related to [i]that[/i] Cromwell,"[/color] Scarlett said, smiling playfully at the detective. Her great-grandfather was famous. If the agent didn't know about him, then as far as Scarlett was concerned, he didn't have any business as a detective. [color=#ff0000]"I'm eighteen years old, if you can believe it~! As for Lucy, my bestie, the Chanel to my Estée Lauder...I moved here when I was seven and some have said that was the day Lucy Taylor was made. We were practically sisters--inseparable since Girl Scouts."[/color] Scarlett sighed wistfully. Lucy was dead now, so Scarlett could say whatever she wanted about her. Lies and truth, it was all the same now. 

	[color=#ff0000]"I saw her last getting off a bus from Tacoma,"[/color] Scarlett said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Tacoma had a less than desirable reputation. It was the druggie shitshow little sibling of Seattle. [color=#ff0000]"As for boys...Well, Lucy didn't swing that way. I know, [i]gross.[/i] But she was my sister, so I loved her anyways. It was the least I could do."[/color]