[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Amy Chang[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://az616578.vo.msecnd.net/files/2016/05/16/635990210541662071-1108165160_8.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Church
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Hanson[hr][hr][/center]

	Amy sat down and rested her arm over the back of the pew, eying Hanson as he spoke about what he had been up to. She could hardly believe what she was hearing but after what she had seen over the last day she wasn't exactly going to rule out that what he was saying was the truth. Granted after a life time of not dealing with anything more fucked up than earthquakes, a Tiger Mother, and screwed up shit like gerbils in the Er she wasn't exactly ruling out the possible fact that the man was still insane and really needed one of those super long sleeved shirts that would let him hug himself because he was someone special too. 

	Shaking her head slightly she held up her hand before pinching the bridge of her nose. [color=a187be]"And at what fucking point in ones life does one go.. Hey, I want to worship Satan? I mean, did you hear a sweet little diddy that was like show stopping Broadway like? See a horror flick and go, seems like fun? I mean shit, does one just wake up one morning and while making eggs and toast you go I want to worship the dark one because I like goats?"[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=silver]Belladonna Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/ilUmjoXuoCGBi/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Crypt Manor: Inside
[b]Interacting With:[/b] The Hubby [@Pundii], Mercurial[hr][hr][/center]

	[color=silver]"No my love, let our dearest one step out on her own. She is far more capable than what is traipsing around the streets. You and I can attend to the blood while she enjoys herself. Mercurial my morose one, there are some older lamps in the basement with some kerosene in them if you wish to help yourself to that. I believe your great uncle also left his TNT down there as well. I am sure he wouldn't mind you helping yourself to the little red sticks. He did so love showing you how to lace them when you were younger,"[/color] Belladonna said as she turned a few chairs back up right with the flick of her finger as she meandered around the main room of their home. Stopping she picked up her bag and draped it over her should before turning her attention back towards her husband. 

	[color=silver]"Shall we be on our way my love? The weather is perfect for a stroll and the smell in the air is quite unpleasant. Truly a fabulous time to go on a hunt, there is a feeling that is making my skin crawl and I hope it lasts until the sun sets. If not I am sure you can help me recapture the sensation,"[/color] she added in a cool voice as she stepped over to her husband and laced her arm through his as if they were about to go for a stroll in the middle of proper England. Reaching over she picked up with her free hand her black lace parasol and rested it open on her shoulder.