[hr][hr][h1][center][color=silver]Vivian Adder[/color][/center][/h1][center][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz2h615bLR1qacbojo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town Center ---> Police Station
Interacting With: Passerby, Fugitive (NPC), Police[/center][hr][hr]Vivian leaned against the base of the statue, looking over the information in front of her one last time. Brian Lenox, age 34, had received bail and then skipped his court date. The man was wanted for armed robbery, and with his friends and family living in Altsoba, Vivian expected she'd find him easily today. She glanced up at the statue behind her, and smirked a bit. It was a memorial to Isaac Stevens, territorial governor of Washington who died in the Civil War. Of course, hardly anyone knew that about him.

To them, he was just the random statue in the middle of town. 

[color=silver]"Sucks, don't it?"[/color] Vivian laughed, patting the statue. 

A few people had begun to trickle in, most of them meandering around the shopping district to kill time. The tiny podium had already been set up, and for some reason, a camera crew with a generator had already gotten into position. Glancing over at it, Vivian couldn't help but wonder where they had gotten it from. 

A boy with shaggy hair caught her attention, and she walked as he wandered inside of Death Till We Part, one of the antique stores in town. Smirking a bit, Vivian folded up the piece of paper and slipped it in her pocket, slowly making her way towards the store. Already prepared to jump into action, she placed her hand on her concealed pistol. 

The bell tinkled softly as Vivian walked inside, spotting Lenox in the back of the shop. For some bizarre reason, he was examining the tea cups. Rolling her eyes, Vivian slowly made her way back there, nodding at the shopkeeper. Most people in town knew what the reverend's daughter did--and so, she wasn't surprised when the shopkeeper's face turned white. 

[color=silver]"Don't worry,"[/color] Vivian smirked. [color=silver]"We won't make a mess. I'm a professional, see."[/color]

The shopkeeper seemed hardly reassured. Continuing on, Vivian pulled out her pistol discretely, and tapped the fugitive on the back.

[color=silver]"Boo!"[/color] Vivian joked, as he turned around, only to find a pistol firmly against his chest. Vivian broke into a grin, as he broke into despair. 

[color=yellow]"Please don't shoot..."[/color] Lenox whimpered. Vivian only rolled her eyes. She hated it when people begged, turning into sniveling little kids. For once in her life, she wished someone wouldn't crap their pants when she pointed a gun at them and handed them over to the cops. 

[color=silver]"I don't get paid if you're dead,"[/color] Vivian answered, rolling her eyes. Grabbing onto Lenox's shoulder, she marched him out of the shop, keeping the pistol nuzzled right up against his heart. She could feel his fear and terror, yet it bored her. It wasn't anything new--there wasn't any excitement. The walk to the police station was the same as collecting on any other bounty. 

She craved something different.

[color=silver]"Brian Lennox,"[/color] Vivian said harshly, shoving the fugitive at the cops on duty. [color=silver]"I'm here to collect."[/color]
[hr][hr][h1][color=#3366ff][center]Reverend Adder
[img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/60f90b480cce619923b859ee67d495a7/tumblr_ml0idp3nmp1r8j1j3o2_250.gif[/img][/center][/color][/h1][hr][center]Location: Number 5 Maple Road
Interacting With: His thoughts[/center][hr][hr]The Reverend sighed as his daughter left, and sat down at the empty table. A lifetime ago, he would have been on the phone, discussing options with clients, and ignoring his wife's pleas for attention. A private chef would prepare his meals, a limo would provide his transportation. He had been a member of the one percent. 

Of course, all of that ended what felt not too long ago. He traded in his armani suits for the cloth, and sold his mansion for a tiny house in a small town where no one had heard of Adder Industries. It was a fresh start for him, a way for him to start over. Glancing at a photograph of Vivian when she was small, the Reverend smiled sadly. Try as he did, he only seemed to enrage his daughter. Every word he said to her, she reacted to it like a vicious attack. 

Holding his head in his hands, the Reverend quietly began to pray. [color=3366ff]"Oh Heavenly Father, bless this town and keep us from harm. I know that you have great plans for us, and let those plans be fulfilled...But please, please Father, spare the soul of my dear daughter. I fear there is something wicked at work inside of her."[/color]

The Reverend wept, muttering an amen. Vivian hadn't been the same in years. Yet he could never be sure if the memory of his sweet, good natured daughter was just an illusion, an image he had painted for himself and passed off as reality. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew his daughter was no different than the fugitives she brought to the police station. The only thing that had kept her out of jail was his wealth. 

Shuddering, the Reverend prayed again, hoping to find some morsel of comfort. However, the more he prayed, the more he began to fear for Vivian. A darkness seemed to be within her, becoming more and more clear to his memory with each passing moment. 

[color=3366ff]"It's just the way kids are,"[/color] the Reverend said, attempting to reassure himself. 

It hardly worked.