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

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[color=purple]"I got ahold of her before I bumped into you. She dipped out early; girl always had good instincts,"[/color] Waverley explained. She took the woman's hand - Kaitlyn, she introduced herself as - and shook it, committing her name to memory. The group made their way outside, Waverley stepping up to walk beside Kaitlyn once they were all out. As the cop approached, Waverley flinched, falling back slightly, letting Kaitlyn answer the officer's question. Her shoulders tensed, though, as he turned his attention to her - exactly what she didn't want to happen. She took a deep breath, stepping out from behind Kaitlyn, avoiding eye contact. 

[color=purple]"I'm fine,"[/color] she replied curtly, literally biting her tongue to keep herself from saying anything else. Her history with the police was less than stellar, and her personal punk philosophies usually put her in opposition with them. She managed to keep quiet for a good few beats, though she probably looked shiftier than was safe; avoiding eye contact, stiff as a board. After a moment, she asked, [color=purple]"Heard gunshots earlier - did any of the kids get hurt?"[/color]