[hr][hr][h1][center][color=silver]Vivian Adder[/color][/center][/h1][center][img]http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrzglapiiX1qauvgjo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Police Station
Interacting With: Zachary [@BlueSky44] [/center][hr][hr]Vivian skimmed through the bundle of cash, mentally counting it all. Satisified, Vivian pocketed it, before smirking at the sheriff. The sheriff had lived in Altsoba longer than she had, so naturally, she knew everything about him. She had poured over files after files, learning more and more about the man behind the disgustingly standard uniform. 

She had laughed, reading about the deaths of his family. It was fitting.

[color=silver]"Got anything juicy for me, sheriff?"[/color] Vivian teased, batting her eyelashes. [color=silver]"I'd [i]love[/i] to please you..."[/color]

One of the cops, a newbie, brushed by Vivian on his way out. She rolled her eyes at him, and scratched at her arm. Smiling up at the sheriff, she hardly noticed as strange burns and boils appeared on her skin, and somehow without her noticing, her heart began to accelerate. Vivian was entirely disconnected from her body--her meat suit, as she called it. 

[color=silver]"Sheriff, something the matter?"[/color] Vivian asked, walking her fingers up his chest. [color=silver]"You can trust me, Zachary... I'd never lie to you."[/color]

Vivian grinned, as the burn marks appeared on her face, covering it down the center. Her eyes flashed a solid black, before returning to normal. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for her skin. 
[hr][hr][h1][color=#3366ff][center]Reverend Adder
[img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9495uLh4R1ql1q95o1_500.gif[/img][/center][/color][/h1][hr][center]Location: Number 5 Maple Road
Interacting With: Something That Goes Bump in the Night[/center][hr][hr]The Reverend bowed his head once more, reciting the Lord's Prayer. In times of need, he often would run through the scripture, attempting to find further meaning from the words. However, once something is repeated often enough, its purpose and meaning are forever loss. This was the case for the Reverend. No longer could he understand or appreciate those words more than a primary school student could appreciate the Pledge of Allegiance. 

He was merely going through the motions of seeking salvation. He and Donne would have been kindred spirits, certainly. 

A soft crash broke the Reverend from his thoughts. [color=3366ff]"Vivian, sweetheart?"[/color] he called out, glancing around uncertainly. As far as he was aware, Vivian had left, and never would have come back so soon. She hated the place. 

The crash sounded again. 

He stood to his full height, slowly walking towards the garage. The sounds grew louder and louder, the intensity doubling with each step he took. The Reverend sweated nervously, opening the door to the laundry, stepping through, and then entering the garage. The lights were off. He flicked them on, and glanced around, seeing no signs of anyone. 

There was simply his car. 

[color=3366ff]"Timothy 4:13 - Until I come, give attention to the public reading of Scripture, to exhortation and teaching,"[/color] the Reverend whispered. [color=3366ff]"Focus on saving those souls."[/color]

Leaving the garage, he couldn't help but eye his car, as if at any moment, it may roar to life and attack. He uneasily shut the door behind him, very certain that something sinister was taking place in his house, if not in the entire town. He'd have to deal with it later, with the Town Meeting approaching rapidly. 

He'd have to figure out something.