[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/ac97653fe8c078c6d71e0b9a84d3f187/tumblr_inline_n6i9nqh5vj1sgladw.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: Road[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: Seraphina ([@Nallore])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


 [color=7fbf40]”Well?”[/color]


She looked down at the boy again, puzzled and frustrated. The boy that just stood staring, blood dripping from him as he started giggling. Sylvia felt her stomach drop, unable to process this eerie scene that unfolded in front of her. Sylvia, bewildered and not really thinking, leaned in to hug the boy, before pausing and looking down at her white and clean shirt. She opted instead to give the boy a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. 


A screech of tires snapped Sylvia’s head back up, she saw a car speed towards them. She rose from her knees, joints tensing as she grasped harder at the stick. Her first instinct was to treat the car as a threat, after all she had been through, it’s best to assume everything around her was not normal. 


The car stopped, the door opened and Sylvia got ready to swing at whatever came out of that door. 


Sylvia immediately sighed with relief, almost chuckling as she wiped the sweat the formed at her brow and dropped the stick. It wasn’t a demon or an assassin, just some probably very confused woman. [color=7fbf40]”Hey!”[/color] she waved while she grasped the boy’s shoulder tighter, as if afraid he might run. [color=7fbf40]”Do you know him?”[/color] she asked while gesturing to the boy, treating the piled up bodies as an everyday occurrence.  Sylvia mostly just wanted someone to take the boy from her hands, and clean up the bodies too.


Bottom-line, Sylvia just wanted to go home. And a pile of bodies and a murder boy were severely complicating that. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
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[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location: Hut/Home[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: No one[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


Eudora jolts awake, letting out a choked noise. A mix of a snort and a sigh. She blinks around wildly, her house was still and quiet. The soot still remained, and her pets were gone, most likely dozing outside or scaring the squirrels. 


She let out a grunt as she rubbed her temples with her sore fingers, thinking back to the dream she just woke from, desperately trying to piece together it’s meaning. Eudora’s dreams always had meaning, a great prophecy or an important warning, always something worth listening too. However, Eudora at the moment couldn’t piece anything together. Images of a girl playing with an ouija board and a headless man flashed in her mind again, trying to remember their faces before they became smudges of flesh coloured streaks of light in her mind. She only could vaguely guess who they were, but whoever they were, they had to be somewhat important to her. She looked back at her ruined door. Should she go find them?


Last time she went out, she was almost killed, so venturing out into that world seemed even less fun. Eudora heaved another sigh as she got up, walking over to a busted shelf to pick up a deck of tarot cards. Whenever Eudora couldn’t make up her mind, she’d let someone else choose for her.


Eudora sat at her wobbly table, deep cuts dotted its surface and the wood was soaked in the scent of spices. She started shuffling the cards, muttering some prayers and questions to all who were listening, as she spread her deck, she infused it with her intent. [color=c0fff4]”Will I be safe? Should I go?”[/color]


She trusted her cards wouldn’t fail her. The answers might be vague, but at least she’ll get answers.