Name: Roxanne Taylor<br/>Age: 18 (picture at bottom and please ignore the blood on her lip XD lol)<br/><br/>She sat quietly and unmoving, facing toward a open window. Her eyes focusing on the horizon, waiting for the coming sun. Every day she would do this. It was almost considered a habit for her. The twinkling of the city began to fade with the lightening sky. A small smile cornered her lips, seeing a small figure in the distance.<br/><br/>Ahead of the gleam of the morning sun came a man. One she had never seen before in her town. She stared in fascination, completely ignoring her daily ritual. She was intrigued by him, the curiosity swelled thick in her green eyes. She thought to her self, eyes remaining fixed on him. She could wait here, in the safety and security of her penthouse, but that didnâ€™t satisfy her. Her mind was wrapped around this newcomer, as if something about him beckoned her to come.<br/><br/>She looked around her living room, would anyone notice she was gone? She bit her lip, looking back out to the man debating the idea to leave. With a complacent sigh she got up and walked to the front door. She reached over to the coat rack that was mounted on the wall. She pulled her arms through the sleeves of her jacket and pulled the zipper up. She put her hood up as she slipped on her shoes. Her hand reached to the door handle hesitantly. Her mind filling with doubt. It hadnâ€™t crossed her mind that this man might be dangerous until now.<br/><br/>Butterflies in her stomach swarmed rampantly, making her paler. She took a deep breath, and banished the thoughts. She grabbed the handle and walked out closing the door silently behind her. She looked around, no one was there to notice her. No guard, no maid, not even him...the man she tried so desperately to escape. She tensed up a little as she started moving for the elevator. Her heels clicked on the tile, as she began to walk faster. She knew she could not be seen.<br/><br/>She got to the metal doors of the elevator, her finger pushing the round button hard, hoping it would make a difference in how quick it got to her. She looked around again with wide eyes, hoping she was alone for this very brief time. The doors opened and she averted her gaze back to the elevator, cautiously walking inside. She pushed the ground level button, and the doors closed. The elevator hummed a little as it made its long descent from the 46th floor. A unnamed melody chimed from the speakers of the  elevator, but she paid no mind to it. All she could think of was that man, and how she hoped she would catch him in time.<br/><br/>The doors finally opened and she walked into the vacant lobby. By now her heart was racing, her mind killing her confidence of not being seen. She crept through the last remaining area of the building, to the doors that sang sweet freedom. Her eyes darting wildly, as she tried to keep her breathing calm. Then a smile.<br/><br/>She walked onto the pavement of the sleeping city, her shoes slightly disturbing the small amount of snow that laid there. She looked around, her smile unfading. She could not remember the last time she was outside alone like this. She huddled her coat closer trying to retain the heat inside her, and looked to the direction of the edge of the city the man was coming to. Lightly her feet began to shuffle through the snow, toward him, the mystery.