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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]: The Lounge to [color=#1C402E]The Evergreen Room[/color]
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Constance felt a whisper of a smile grace her face at Tony's words. The promise of dancing and more later did cheer her up a bit, even with everything else going on. The thoughts of the blackmail, the possible murder, and everything else swirling around and muddling up any other thought. She knew she needed to let some of the others know of the plan to meet up later, and saw that Sam was sitting with another nominee. She did feel a little twinge of guilt at not remembering their names, but she had not really had the chance to meet them last night. 

She got up and gently brushed herself off and walked over to the small group. [color=#e31e1e]"Do excuse me for intruding, but our resident doctor was thinking we should all get some fresh air, probably about noon. Doctors orders. Even if the weather isn't the best, getting outside might not be a terrible idea."[/color] She really hoped that they would get what she was hinting at, at least Sam would. [color=#e31e1e]"Now that I've passed that along, I do hope to see you then. Excuse me."[/color]

She pulled herself up and then went to head through the door that lead to her room. She made sure to check all the doors, and locked them all, even the one to the shared bathroom. She frowned as she stared at it for a moment and put her forehead to that door. [color=#e31e1e]"I can't promise we'll figure it out, but we'll do something, Renee. I'm sorry."[/color] She muttered before she pulled herself away and then went over to move some of the furniture around. She still needed to work out, and she needed the space to do so. She just hoped that nothing would come to surprise her, even if she had still had a lingering bad feeling. 

She let herself get lost in her exercise, her routine, settling into her thoughts as she did so. Blackmail was messy, murder was messier. They still didn't know [i]why[/i] they were being black mailed. No demands made her worry more. To someone this was a game. Constance wasn't sure that she liked being a pawn in their game. Maybe it was time to figure out how to change the game, or become the queen.