[hr][hr][h1][center][color=339933]Jade Cornish[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]http://www.andpop.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/fanpop.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Zachary Carpenter [@BlueSky44], Darren Andrews [@Pundii], Liam Matthews [@Pundii], Daniyal Lohi [@Witch Cat] [/center][hr][hr]Jade raised an eyebrow. She'd dealt with plenty of sadistic fucks who liked to take trophies. She was fairly certain her father was one of them. But hearts? That was moving onto an entirely new level of weird. [color=339933]"Maybe this is the reason the FBI sticks with voter fraud,"[/color] Jade sighed. [color=339933]"Honestly, you lot are off your bloody rockers."[/color] Things had been so much more simpler and straightforward in England. No one was proposing theories that sounded like they belonged in a Young Adult Fantasy novel. 

[color=339933]"Plenty of people rip people apart,"[/color] Jade retorted, glancing over at Zachary. [color=339933]"Jack the Ripper didn't make his name for poisoning people. And dismembering a victim is an excellent manner for body disposal out in the woods."[/color]

Pulling out the photograph of the mayor's hand, Jade frowned. The mayor didn't have any sort of tattoos, being rather conservative and preaching constantly about traditional family values. A tattoo would have been evidence of hypocrisy. Furthermore, she remembered him waving his fat little hands around. There wasn't a burn mark. [color=339933]"What kind of [i]animal[/i] burns letters into people's hands?"[/color] Jade scoffed. [color=339933]"A person did it--perhaps it was Vivian, as part of her grand mental breakdown that just happened..."[/color]

However, she lost her train of thought. An intense white light flashed out of the corner of her eye, and instinct kicked in. She grabbed Zachary and Darren, dragging and pulling them down to the ground. [color=339933]"Bomb!"[/color] Jade cried, hoping others around them would get down. The light passed, and after deeming it was safe, Jade rose to her feet. 

Nothing had happened.

Scowling, Jade walked towards the source, seeing a reporter and a young kid standing around. Both of them, she recalled, would need to be interrogated about what they'd seen with Vivian. [color=339933]"What the bloody hell was that?"[/color] Jade asked pointedly, looking at Liam, the adult. [color=339933]"You think that's funny now, do you? After what everyone just went through?"[/color]
[hr][hr][h1][center][color=FA5858]Howard Brighton[/color][/center][/h1][center]
[img]http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38900000/Lucifer-Morningstar-lucifer-fox-38981604-500-230.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Forgotten Relics - The Shopping District ---> Town Center 
Interacting With: Paramedics[/center][hr][hr]Howard waved his customer out of the shop, letting out a content sigh. Once again, he was entirely alone, without anyone to bother him. Truthfully, his shop merely allowed him to write off purchasing new texts as a business expense. Any day now, a copy of the Egyptian Book of the Dead would arrive, and it would be tax deductible. Grinning, Howard could have gone for some scotch, before his bubble of happiness burst. 

His customer had left behind a bag. Social custom would dictate that he return it to her. Striding over to it, he picked it up gingerly, setting it down on the counter. He searched through it, finding the standard belongings--wallet, credit card, cash, driver's license. However, a rod like instrument protruded slightly, despite being hidden from sight. Feeling around in the bag, Howard managed to open up the small compartment, and found his hands clamped around a blade. Wincing as it cut into his flesh, Howard pulled it out of the bag, his hand starting to bleed. 

Eyeing the fresh blood on the blade, Howard swore. Some of it wasn't his. And with his now open wound, infection seemed imminent. [color=FA5858]"Looks like a shopping trip is in order,"[/color] Howard grimaced, tucking the blade away underneath the counter. It'd be worth examination later. Gingerly flexing his fingers, Howard left the store, glancing around. The wail of an ambulance continued to penetrate the air, and with a shrug, he headed in its direction, entering Town Center.

Hopefully, he wouldn't catch anything from that blade. The last thing he needed was to catch something ridiculous like West Nile Virus. Approaching Town Center, he waved at the frantic paramedics with his bleeding hand. One of the nurses, he could have sworn, had a bit of a nervous breakdown at the sight of him. Glancing around quickly, he realized that they must have had their work cut out for them. 

[color=FA5858]"Excuse me, but I'm afraid I acquired an infection of some sorts!"[/color] Howard called out, strolling over towards the paramedics. [color=FA5858]"I have term papers to grade, so death would be a bit inconvenient...I'm sure you understand."[/color] He forced a bit of a laugh, shaking his head. [color=FA5858]"It's not like we can just reschedule it, though? Death waits for no man."[/color]