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WHO: Whiskey and Topher, Boyd later? Who's to say.
WHERE: Rossum
WHEN: After this post
WARNINGS: NA.  Terrible analogies?
SUMMARY: Words words words
FORMAT: A series of hieroglyphics

Whiskey remembers, or at the very least Claire does, that children like candy.  And she knows that Topher likes snacks. So she waits by the elevator doors on the sixteenth floor, holding two suckers.  Still in the white dress she was wearing a few days ago during the Dent excursion, somewhere in the back of her head she is probably glad that children don't tend to watch movies like The Grudge, The Ring or any number of horror films where the creepy dark haired girl in the white dress is the bad guy.  

Well, at least she's more emotive than she used to be.  And vaguely smiling when the elevator doors finally open.

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[amoral_savior]

Topher steps out of the elevator with exaggerated caution. Spying the lady he pauses, but curiosity gets the better of him and he steps closer to her.

"I made it by myself!" He's rather proud of himself for not only escaping, but being brave enough to do it alone.