[h2][center][color=9e0b0f]Zachary Carpenter[/color][/center][/h2]
[hr][hr]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Jade Cornish[@Morose], Darren Andrews[@Pundii]
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[i]What is this guy thinking? What sort of thing would remove someone's heart? Jade seems to think that they were murdered by a serial killer. After what happened just a little while ago, I'm almost positive that's not the case. Wonder what could have killed them though. Maybe I should see about looking that up later.[/i]Zach grabbed the files that Cecily had brought over and started thumbing through them.

[color=9e0b0f]"Uh, there weren't any organs missing. The heart and everything else is still there. The only oddity besides the fact that they were all skipping town is what was burned on the palms of their hands according to this. They all had the letters INF burned into their palms. They were also ripped apart, so I don't think this is a serial killer Cornish. What type of person would rip people apart? It probably is an animal of some kind if you ask me." [/color]he said, looking up at Jade. He turned towards the FBI guy, still wondering about him. [color=9e0b0f]"Well, what do you think it could be?"[/color] he asked him. He glanced back at the crowd of reporters and medical personal. [i]Well, hopefully this day doesn't get any worse.[/i]
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[h2][center][color=007236]Mitsukuri Katsumi[/color][/center][/h2]
[hr][hr]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: No one in particular
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Kat was still sitting there, her arm was throbbing and her leg felt like it was being put through a blender. She watched the medical people rushing around her. A young doctor fixed her up quickly, then he walked away from her, paying attention to the doctor who had originally come over to her. [i]Whats up with him? Something seems off, but I can't figure out what. He is a little strange, like the perfect guy for that doctor, but what are the odds of that? [/i]

Those who she had been talking to had walked away by now, talking to each other. She sat there, with no one around to talk to besides the reporters who were still crowding around. [i]Yeah, I may be desperate to talk to someone, but I'm not that desperate. Hopefully the police can keep them away. Ugh, I'm going to have to talk to them later about the incident. That sucks, wish I could avoid them, but I can't do anything about it now. At least I can use my injuries as an excuse not to talk to them right away.
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She sat there, thinking to herself. Wondering how that demon had possessed the girl in the first place.