[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img][/center]
[color=purple]"Not entirely sure where it is I'm actually going, yet - but hopefully I'll figure out where Riley is, and we can swing by to pick her up,"[/color] Waverley replied, phone still pressed to her ear. Waverley winced as the voicemail began to play. She waited patiently for it to reach its end, walking alongside Kaitlyn. As she did, something caught her eye - a semi-familiar grip sticking out from a trashcan. As they passed, she grabbed it, lifting it into the air: a glock, shoved carelessly into a trashcan. She glanced back to the school, still relatively close behind them, then to Kaitlyn with a questioning look, as if to ask the question, [i]'what kind of place are y'all running here.'[/i] Before she could linger too long on the thought, the tone pulled her attention back to the voicemail.

[color=purple]"Hey, Riley, it's Waves. Something's happening. I think we should meet up, get outta town..."[/color] Waverley paused for a moment after saying this, chewing the inside of her cheek as she deliberated something. Eventually she huffed, adding, [color=purple]"We can't be worried about mom. She's a cop - we'll just have to hope she can find her own way out."[/color] Waverley wasn't at all close with her mother, but she tried to tell herself that had nothing to do with her prioritizing Riley's safety over that of the woman who'd raised the both of them. [color=purple]"Just call me back when you get this. I'll find you."[/color]

With that, Waverley hung up, slipping her phone - and the handgun - into her pocket. She wasn't crazy about guns, but she had to at least keep it until they could safely dispose of it.