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[color=gray]Alex didn't get a chance to do her diabological and sometimes irrational things as she stepped into the office only to be stopped by the psycho lady, well she was psycho now. She left the room without too much of a word as she headed back to the crowds of people, the crowds of cops - it wasn't a good feeling, the doctor had just been smoked by something not too natural maybe, but he was dead and everyone was still reeling it in. She was surprised she wasn't in a ball curled up and all sad-Alex mode, she ended up edging to the outer perimeter of the group not wanting to engage in talk or anything of that nature - talking with these guys sucked.

She ended up finding herself beside Cole, leaning up against the wall just like him as she hid from the whole crowd - hid from society, reality just becoming another messed up invisible blur for the world to pass over. She let out a sigh for once, letting out the frustrations of the night in her first audible sound of the evening. Returning to a rather passive state of non-compliant silence her eyes drifted off to the red and blue lights that danced off the glass of the nearby skyscrapers.

Bad memories.[/color]

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[code] Washington, some time ago. [/code]
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[color=gray]The sound of the radio blared out with an oomf as the bass picked up Zach's custom-slow-fi low-chills playlist, playing something that the two listened to on the daily. Behind the wheel was a rather young blonde, in his twenties the slicked up greaser, fuck boy whatever term you may have for such a young man - was gunning it behind the wheel of his 2011 Black Camero. The two cut through the countryside in the darkness of the night, the only thing illuminating their way were aging, old derelict lamps of decades before their time and the headlights on the monster that was purring down the road.


He's smoking a Belmont cigarette, one of his favourites as the smoke fills the car, Alex is rather indifferent to the smell compared to her self now she's more lively, excited. That's what happens when love comes in your life, it uplifts you - a cigarette of an unknown brand hangs on the lips of Alex, perhaps it's a joint. Both are smoking, the sounds of laughter and some fanfare echo the Camero as the two were talking but the memory is vague, blank. The conversation couldn't be recalled for the time, Zach looks towards her with a smile, and a playful smirk crossed his face.[/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]"#*@$!!!!"[/i][/color]

[color=gray]Zach's eyes snap back towards the front of the road as a figure is present in front of the car that's going about... 70MPH, a loud[/color] [color=a0410d][b]BUMP[/b][/color] [color=gray]followed by a [/color][b][color=ed1c24]crack[/color][/b] [color=gray]and and a[/color] [b][color=f26522]crunch[/color] [/b][color=gray]as the body flies over the top of the car and onto the roof before hitting the ground behind them. Zach slams on the brakes as the Camero comes to a violent halt, the two's expressions are changed forever. The memories skips lags - Alex is checking the man's pulse.

He is covered in blood.[/color]

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