[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/ebb60966870d5563b776c149cc5ec33a/tumblr_inline_n6i9k0Rz1w1sgladw.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: Altsoba[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: Crazy Woman with a Gun ([@Nallore])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


Sylvia’s eyes were glazed over, her expression and posture passive as they rode closer to the town. Her eyes constantly checking for signs of shambling old men or immortal blondes, she saw the glare of a fire over the horizon too, she could only guess demons were the cause.


[color=lightblue]"Sylvia is a pretty name."[/color]


[color=7fbf40]”Thanks,”[/color] she muttered, not bothering to ask her name too. She didn’t mean it to come off as rude, Sylvia was simply occupied with her thoughts as she rested her chin on her hand. Fields of open grass turned to hard cobble and roads as they edged nearer to the town, a feeling of dread already setting inside her. Would she ever be able to escape this place? It all felt like a cruel joke on her, everytime she'd try to run she was forced right back to sqaure one.


[color=lightblue]"So where are you from Sylvia and what brings you to this crazy little town?"[/color]


[color=7fbf40]”The real question is what drove me away!”[/color] For once, a genuine chuckle passed her lips as she straightened up, stretching her limbs before continuing, “Lot’s of weird stuff you’d see on the X-File- Oh my god!” Sylvia’s eyes widened as she flattened herself against the car door, paralyzed with fear as this total stranger reached over and pulled out a gun from the gloveless glove compartment


[color=lightblue]"What can you tell me what has happened here so far?"[/color]


[color=7fbf40]”Woah you crazy woman, what the hell are you doing?”[/color] Sylvia looked out the window, they had finally reached the town, so why pull a gun out [i]now[/i]? Sylvia had her chance to escape, open roads with close buildings to hide in, good weather except for a plume of black cloud that drifted over them. But she remained still, only able to move her mouth. [color=7fbf40]”There’s been demon sightings, a bunch of people died and people think the Devil is here. Just for Christ’s sake put the gun down!”[/color]


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
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[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location: Outside a Mass Graveyard[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: Not-Actually-Sweet-Tasting-Sweety ([@Morose])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


[color=009999]"I can assure you, my flesh has a decidedly bitter aftertaste,"[/color]


[color=c0fff4]”Aye, you’re a funny one,”[/color] Eudora bared her rotten teeth, however, she stopped after the girl gave no response. Still as ever, and somehow not sweltering in those black clothes while that close to a fire.


[color=009999]"Is it something pressing?"[/color]


[color=c0fff4]”Ah yes,”[/color] she cleared her throat, bending close to the girl, [color=c0fff4]”I’ve seen you in dreams, pouring your little head over an ouija board while a man with his head cut off towered above you. Gotee, pointed face, looked like the devil himself! Do you perhaps know this man? I can feel his dastardly grin even now. You may be in grave danger!”[/color] Eudora, oblivious as she is caring at times, grabbed hold of the girl by her arm, [color=c0fff4]”Come with me, my hut is safe and you can tell me everything there! Poor girl, shaken so thoroughly with fear she can't speak.”[/color] Eudora stood straight up, turning her head and checking for any sign of trouble. A fast approaching car started to worry her, how on Earth would she explain to anyone what she was doing manhandling a girl infront of a fire?