[hr][hr][h1][center][color=silver]Vivian Adder[/color][/center][/h1][center][img]http://static.tumblr.com/6k6ps5y/x79merjvm/tumblr_mcsmdqz6ub1rb329yo2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Police Station ---> Town Center
Interacting With: Zachary (briefly) [@BlueSky44], Police Officers, and then the Media Crew [/center][hr][hr][color=9e0b0f]"Um, Ms. Adder, I have to leave, the meeting starts in a few minutes, and I have to be there. You might want to go see a doctor though and skip the meeting. I don't have anything for you to do right now anyway."[/color]

Vivian laughed, her eyes switching black and staying that way. She stalked forward, watching as the sheriff frantically ran out of the station, as if she'd spooked him. It wouldn't be all too surprising if she had. Reaching up, Vivian tugged on her face, bits of skin and pus ending up on her hand. With all the grace of a five year old, she wiped it off on the walls of the station, before making her way over to the front desk. The officer manning it looked back at her, with a cold sweat.

"Y-You're...."

[color=silver]"Go on,"[/color] Vivian snickered. [color=silver]"I don't think there's much point in hiding it anymore, hmm? Shame the dear old Reverend isn't here. I've been [i]dying[/i] to pull out his entrails."[/color]

"Get b-back!" the officer panicked, reaching for his gun. Vivian continued to advance, pulling her own gun out in turn. [color=silver]"We could play Russian roulette!"[/color]

The officer aimed his weapon, and fired. The first bullet hit Vivian in the chest, yet it hardly seemed to phase her. He fired again and again, each bullet hitting her, each spilling her blood, each entirely useless. Eventually, the officer had depleted his gun of rounds, and he frantically attempted to scream for backup, but it was no use. It was like a dream, or a nightmare, where it was impossible to make the slightest sound. The guard was petrified. 

[color=silver]"The word you were looking for earlier was demon, doll,"[/color] Vivian cackled. [color=silver]"I know this meatsuit isn't as pretty as it used to be, so you'll forgive me for making this quick...I've got to go shopping for a new one."[/color]

Aiming her own gun, she shot the guard in the head, watching as his pathetic body slid to the floor. Blowing on the end of the gun, she plucked the bullets out of her chest, throwing them each to the ground. More of her skin came off, more and more grotesque looking by the minute. She tilted her neck from side to side, cracking it gently. 

[color=silver]"Hmm, who to use up next....?"[/color] Vivian murmured, a smile playing on her lips. [color=silver]"Who better than the old Reverend himself?"[/color]

Snapping her fingers, the windows at the station shattered. Enjoying the drama, Vivian vacated the station, putting her gun inside of her pocket, as she headed towards the center of town. Her plan was rather simple: abandon the now useless corpse she was inhabiting, and then, make herself at home inside of the dear old Reverend. 

It was divine irony, and she loved it.

The walk, fortunately, was a relatively short one. She stood behind the press blockade, waving cheekily at a few of the reporters and crew who made the mistake to look at her. Her entire body was decaying, the skin falling off in clumps, and on her left arm, the light of day shined on her bone. 

[color=silver]"Hello, boys,"[/color] Vivian greeted with a coy smile, her eyes blacker than night. [color=silver]"Penny for your soul?"[/color]