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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/voFe7CA.png[/img]  
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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 was use to just letting her mind run through whatever show she was working on when she worked on, the moves going through her mind as she stretched each muscle group, and focused and keeping herself flexible for her ballet moves. However, that was not the case today. There was no show on her mind, only the fact that she was trapped on this little island now, and dealing with an increasingly frustrating situation, and knowing that someone knew her secret and was trying to use it against her. The only solace was knowing that she wasn't alone in this situation.

However, did that mean that they would all work together? All the blackmailer had to do was incentivize someone, right? If they all had secrets, and ones worth being blackmailed over, wouldn't it be all too [i]easy[/i] to get a group of strangers to turn against one another with a snap of the fingers? 

She didn't like that thought and stopped in her stretches as it drifted across her mind. True, she trusted Tony, but what did she truly know about him? What did he know about her? Or what did she know about Sam for that matter? She had decided to trust him, but why? Because he seemed so innocent? 

Maybe she was jaded from all the years of auditions, and having to try to be the best; maybe it was her mother. She shivered as she swore she could hear her whispering into her ear. [i]"Constance, there is no use trusting anyone but yourself. Everyone else will just let you down in the end."[/i] She ran her hands along her arms and shook the thought from her mind. 

It seemed that exercising was [i]not[/i] helping. Maybe a shower was the real ticket.