Blanche stared off to where the car had sped off to, her hand on Cera's ankle and pulled back to see the thick red liquid drip right off. She stood up and ran straight into the stoor.

"George! Cera, She was shot!" She screamed out, showing the blood as evidence. The fear and terror mounting in her eyes.

"Please, call 911!"

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[I am active in several role-plays at the moment and have room under my belt for plenty more. I enjoy any type and can create a character for many of them. Need something to keep my imagination in check, Heh.]