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Tanya sighed and replied, her voice getting louder noticing that Emerson's attention was not focused on her. "Yes. What a shame. This is the first party I've ever been allowed to attend." Tanya's eyes roamed around the room, trying to figure out who or what was drawing Emerson's attention away from her. Her eyes landed on a man wearing a long, dark trenchcoat standing outside of the crowd. She tilted her head to the side and scrunched up her nose, something she does when she's bothered or when she's thinking really hard. That man...seemed strangely familiar...

Tanya drew her eyes away from the mysterious man and turned to see Lacey plop down next to her on the couch. Sam had forgotten what had happened that night, but had suddenly remembered when she saw Lacey's shocked and scared expression. "Oh, yes. What a tragic incident." Sam shook her head and sighed dramatically. Sam wasn't such a careless and selfish creature. She was truly horrified and sad at the tragic death of that man in the roses. She just felt that she shouldn't freak out, like what everyone else was doing.

The man exited the crowd rather effortlessly. Shifting his eyes after stopping only for a moment he flipped up his collar on his trench coat. As his eyes shifted around the surrounding area he only began to see all entries, were now locked. He found this rather interesting, within a matter of moments he managed to become a prisoner. His sly nature made this feeling rather new to him. To him, getting away and out of something was only a natural trait. However someone managing to block the exits without him noticing, only had one thing in mind. Whom ever did this, wasn't planning on letting anyone leave. He raised an eyebrow from under his fedora he moved almost carelessly to a nearby table. Pulling out one of two chairs from this small table he paid little attention to the rose in a small vase on the table itself. Taking his seat he sat with both of his feet above the ground, being that the chair and table where higher then average tables. Leaving his collar and fedora the way they were his face continued to be shaded. He reached out putting his index finger through a tea cup handle, brought it up and take a sip and set it back down.

Emerson raised his eyebrows, wondering why this woman was so upset. He shook his head slightly. He would never understand women and their emotions. "It's nice to meet you too," he said.

Remaining at his table he took a few sips from the tea cup only noticing one girl acting rather nervously. Continuing to act like he was oblivious to her attempts to get closer to him he took another sip. he began to study the crowd curiously finding himself to notice a girl getting upset as some guy was trying to talk to her. Moving his eyes throughout the rest of the crowd it seems everyone was still curious about the whole incident. Turning his attention back to the girl now leaning somewhat awkwardly against a wall now he continued to remained seated. He took a sip from the tea cup wondering if she was going to just sit across from him in the one empty chair, or continue to lean against the wall.

"I'm fine I suppose just frazzled. I guess now we will be interviewed by the police-- If they ever arrive. I just can't stand being down here its too... It brings back harsh memories." Lacey stood up and started to walk towards the grand staircase.

Mostly still shaded by the way he was seated he opened his hand to the open chair to signal that she could sit. Opting out of saying something sarcastic he just remained quiet. He sipped the last little bit of his tea and set it gently back down on the table.