[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Seattle Times office
Interacting with:  (NPC)[/center][hr][hr]

If her mind weren't reeling Lucinda probably would have noticed the squeak of an approaching chair among the chatter of her co-workers and taps of the keyboards. Instead, her mind was lost on the murder. The more she knew the more questions she had... questions that couldn't be solved by analysing the crime scene or the woman. Questions like how had she seen it happen? Why? Who killed her? Was Lucinda next? Did this link to her powers? Questions she was no quite sure she wanted an answer to. Suddenly she was pulled out of it by a poke on her shoulder. Lucinda, who was lost in possibly life threatening thoughts jumped slightly in her seat before swivelling around to see Justin, pushing his glasses up against the bridge of his nose and smiling at her. Justin was a good friend and often helped pass the time through slow days. Lucinda enjoyed his company more than her other co-workers. 

"So, how's that story that the boss gave ya, any leads?" He asked her. Lucinda slumped in her seat.

[color=B0E0E6]"Scarcely,"[/color] she sighs, [color=B0E0E6]"I mean a lot too go off but it just... you know... it's just really inconclusive. The killer is completely unknown and her death was just... odd I guess..."[/color] Justin cocked his head, watching he oddly.

"Luce, are you alright?" he asks, "You're really tense,"

[color=B0E0E6]"Hmm?"[/color] Lucinda relaxes her shoulders in an attempt to look less tense, [color=B0E0E6]"Yeah, I'm fine, today's just been... crazy, I guess,"[/color] she replies. [color=B0E0E6]"So, what are you working on today?"[/color] she asks in an attempt to steer the conversation from her. Perhaps Justin would forget abut how tense she was and not worry about her.