The first thought that soundlessly echoed through her mind was she liked the fliers. She stared at it quite a bit longer than a normal person would trying to figure out how something called a ‘murder mystery’ could look so cheerful. Silently she judged because the flyer wasn’t even a slight tone of orange - and that was a problem. Perhaps she should turn away, violence and murder were never part of her manthra.
Caitlyn almost misses the actor giving a small kick to the person. A loud gasp emits from her lips as she leans foward. “Sorry! Hi I’m Cait!” Then she noticed the crimson material surrounding the figure and quickly placed the flyer over her mouth to cover the squeal that threatened to peak. This was all fake. This wasn’t a real murder. She careully tries to maneuver away from the faux body, but she keeps looking back at it. The worry and motherly concern draws her facial features together in the center.
The mayor’s theatrics almost make her leap out of her skin, but instead she clashes with the person beside her hard. “Did you hear that a murder?!” Caitlyn mirrored the theatrics of the mayor, but she was quite serious in her slight panic. “Oh sorry. Sorry. I got scared.” She frowned realizing that she probably shouldn’t cling onto strangers like they’re a savior of sorts.”Do you think the killer drank all the orange juice?”
