[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: School
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
Cops, Waverley found, were a lot like rats. Like rats, if they start acting strangely, there's likely to be trouble ahead. This was what had drawn her out of her [i]cozy[/i] little apartment around what would usually be her bedtime. After a late gig at [i]Beyond the Veil[/i], she'd come home with sleep on her mind. She hadn't been able to sleep for long, though - in part thanks to her god-awful sleep schedule, and in part thanks to the screeching and honking brought on by the fact a stop sign had recently been stolen right out front of her apartment. She'd never been good at getting back to sleep once awakened, so she did what she always did on nights like that one: she started a broadcast. 

It started out normal enough; cop forecasts between recent indie bands Waverley had discovered, a few prerecorded interviews, and an update on a community garden project a friend of hers had been doing. Then, things started to take a turn. Panic, uncertain reports, calls for backup. All happening consistently. Some [i]very[/i] weird shit.

Then, Riley's high school was mentioned. Very little would have drawn Waverley away from such a broadcast. Her sister potentially being in danger? It was enough for her to chug the last bits of her coffee and make a beeline for the bus stop. She kept an ear to her police scanner the whole ride, waiting for updates on what was happening at her sister's school - not that she could hear much over the guy practically coughing up a lung behind her. Texting her sister also didn't yield much in the way of results. Riley was a notoriously bad texter - perhaps that was why she hadn't texted back? It's what Waverley told herself on loop in her mind as the bus rolled its way ever closer. 

She'd bolted through the doors as soon as they'd opened. When she'd gotten to the school, it looked as though most of the students were already out, something seemingly facilitated by the cops on scene. Waverley glanced through the crowd, but couldn't spot her - and, as soon as gunshots rang out, she instinctively ducked down. Certain Riley wasn't in the crowd, she rushed past the crowd Another way cops are like rats - approaching one without vetting it first can be hazardous to one's health. She wasn't sure what they were firing at, but she knew not to get closer than she had to. 

She didn't expect Riley to still be on the school grounds, but she knew she had to check. Not to mention that it was probably the safest place to hide out from the cop outside. The halls were mostly quiet, save for the echoing of Waverley's feet on the polished wooden floor. And, after a moment, a ding from Waverley's phone. She quickly pulled it out, seeing the message from her sisters. 

[color=purple][i]'Good - be safe and be smart. Something weird is going on.'[/i][/color] She type out, before hitting send. After a moment, she added, [color=purple][i]'Love you,'[/i][/color] before sending that off as well. Her head shot up from her phone when she heard something else - a pair of women stumbling out of a door and slamming it shut behind. Her eyebrows furrowed.

[color=purple]"Hiding from the lunatic cop outsi-"[/color] Waverley began to ask, quickly closing the distance between them. She stopped behind the pair, though, when she caught a glimpse of the man just past the glass. She flinched back, eyebrows knitting together. [color=purple]"Jesus, what in the Romero is his deal?"[/color]