[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6373fa][center]Juniper Mayfield[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[i]Location: NYC, Apartment Garage
Skills: N/A[/i]



Juniper approached his apartment with caution. He had his thoughts about what was going on at the school, but didn't want to jump to conclusions. Still, he couldn't help but think about what his family would be saying about this whole situation. 

His family. He should call them. His focus was torn away when he heard a familiar voice. He looked up to see Kaitlyn, who he sorta knew from work. She was new. There was also a second woman, who watched a can of coke that was spraying and fizzing everywhere as a sickly looking person stumbled towards it. His heart raced.

As he approached, Kaitlyn told him, or maybe this other woman, that she'd dropped her keys. Juniper nodded, carefully stepping in front of Kaitlyn, glancing back and forth from her to see if she'd retrieved the keys yet, and the sickly person stumbling.

[color=6373fa] "Are you okay? What's going on? Who is that stumbledy fellow?" [/color]Juniper asked.