[center][h3][color=DAA520]Prudence Olivia[/color][/h3][/center]

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[Color=FFDEAD]Olive found herself following one of the officers, getting closer to the screaming with each step. She could feel the stress washing over her from whatever was about to be presented. Which made her stoo. Every few steps. To the annoyance of the officer just trying to do his job. First it was a[/color][Color=66CDAA] "I forgot my gloves at the wall.."[/color][Color=FFDEAD] To which the poor man stomped angrily back to the entrance of Pallet with Olive. Turned out, her gloves were at the bottom of her bag..she hadn't looked well. She made this a slow process, keeping a good distance from her watchman. This made the man have to stop, wait, start walking, only to repeat the process every block. Then came the second excuse[/color][Color=66CDAA] "I..i have no protection."[/color][Color=FFDEAD] The lead in this dance of patience, the officer, grunted. He turned and shot her a look of disgust, promptly replying by raising his nightstick from the belt over his waist and handing it to Olive. No..not handed..more like slammed in to her open palms in a fit. This whole patience thing didn't work, for either of them. They weren't a practical duo. A soldier deemed officer, and a jimmy rustled inventor. The whole procastination party from the wall to 3/4ths of the way to the diner took a good 30 minutes. Olive was out of ideas and finally quietly walked alongside her chauffeur. She needed to be nice, or at least proper, to get any chance for a walk outside these walls. The soldier, he just wanted to know what the hell was going on. Neither of them were going to succeed in those resolves. The duo found themselves on the outskirts of a crowd in hysterics, quietly nudging through bodies to get to the diner entrance. The officer tipped his head to Nunchucks and gathered by his side to get details of the scene. Olive slipped in to a booth away from the bodies and the conversation. She was not part of this. She didn't need to talk. The bodies weren't bothersome, she'd seen worse. The amount of living people in this closed space is what got to her, it'd been so long since she had her own posse, people that relied on her and that she loved. This wasn't that. So instead, she pulled up her bag and laid it on the table followed by ploping her head facw down in to said bag.[/color]