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[center][h1][color=#cdb7b5]Rose Buckner[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Diner
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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[color=#cdb7b5]"I trust Sierra."[/color] Rose said with a firm nod. [color=#cdb7b5]"You can tell her. Let her know you're my friend, but she just got let go for the day so I'll call her over I don't want her to leave before we can talk."[/color] Rose stepped away from Mab's table and over to Sierra and the college-age-girl that were talking. 

[color=#cdb7b5]"Before you leave Sierra can my friend and I talk to you."[/color] She gave her a bright smile while gesturing back toward Mab. [color=#cdb7b5]"I would appreciate your help with something big."[/color] Rose then smiled at Willow. [color=#cdb7b5]"Hello I'm Rose, also a waitress here if you didn't guess that already. Are you friends?"[/color] She pointed between the two of them. Rose didn't want to make assumptions and she couldn't vouch for this college student so she didn't want to bring her into the weird letter situation. But she knew Mab wouldn't appreciate a complete stranger in the mix, and that wouldn't be fair to them.

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[center][h1][color=#bf85f2]Colby Jackson[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Oak Park
Skills: N/A[/I][/center]
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Colby's face twisted as the woman didn't answer his or Mathew's questions but instead asked some of her own. What did fairytales have anything to do with them and their birth parents? He let Mathew talk though. He put his hand on his shoulder as Mathew talked about his years in the orphanage. Okay, as bitter as Colby was about everything he had gotten lucky. His adoptive parents were mostly decent. There had just always been something inside him looking for something they didn't offer. Colby's hand dropped as he thought about what he remembered. 

There wasn't much. His life before the Jacksons was...vague. Of course, he had been a toddler so it wasn't like many people remembered their lives when they were a year old. What Colby did remember was the sensation of falling. An endless fall. And a cat purring. But those memories meant nothing. The fall was easily explained as a bad dream and a cat purring was such a simple event who the heck cared? Mathew was done talking and had asked the woman again who she was. Colby sighed and shrugged at her. 

[color=#bf85f2]"I remember falling and a cat purring. I know fairytales like any other American. You know Disney."[/color] Colby shrugged again. [color=#bf85f2]"But it is your turn to answer our questions."[/color] He was annoyed with her.