[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/88994eade104625074c068a7a9c3b2df/tumblr_n7da5ucBjp1rt9t65o2_500.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: Old Store/Someone’s Future Grave[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: “Crap, crap, crap, crap…” ([@Nallore])([@BlueSky44])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


The last few minutes went by like a blur to Sylvia, Sera’s words were a jumbled mash of sped up shrieks in her mind as she waved a gun around before stepping out of the car and going into a store. Sylvia sat dazed for several moments in the car, her mind whizzing as she stared blankly at the pavement. At that moment, she fully realised what was happening to her. All of it. The death of her brother, murder boy, the pile of bodies, demons, magic, spirits, all this stuff that shouldn’t be real yet somehow is. Every passing second slipped her deeper into this mental torment she was experiencing, she was starting to panic a bit too, all she wanted was to just run away but now she’s stuck, and she’s going to die here. She just knew it. It was going to happen-


[i]Bang bang[/i]


Sylvia snapped her head back up, almost jumping out of her skin as she looked for the source of the sound. The store Seraphina had entered. For a brief moment, Sylvia thought of running away, leaving the girl for dead and just ensuring her own bloodline continues. She immediately scolded herself for that, how dare she think so selfishly. Sylvia got out of the car, and rocketed into the store, knife ready and having no idea what she was going to do.


When she finally busted through the doors, it looked like the commotion had escalated without her. Seraphina was on the floor bleeding, another random girl was sprawled on the floor with a maniac standing over everyone holding a gun. 


[i]C’mon, think, think, think![/i] Sylvia was unsure what to do, she tried conjuring up a spell but could think of nothing, what’s the point of being a witch if you can’t cast spells? [color=7fbf40]”Hey! Leave her alone you creep!”[/color]


She tried her best.


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
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[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location:[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: Murder Girl ([@Morose])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


Eudora listened to the girl with fascination. Occasionally going “uh huh” and “Oh” but other than that remained quite. However, Eudora was more disappointed than intrigued by her discovery of the girl. While the girl was unusual and most likely a maniac, she didn’t seem like much importance to her life, all that walking wasted. Eudora lets go of the girl, breathing a sigh before continuing, [color=c0fff4]”Well then girl, I’ll leave you be. Blessed day.”[/color] Eudora turned to leave herself, trudging through feeling quite defeated. 


A part of her wanted to just leave the girl alone, or maybe just tell her she could come to her whenever she liked, or maybe.. [color=c0fff4]”Hey girl!”[/color] she called out, [color=c0fff4]”Where are you going anyway?”[/color]


She felt the icy eyes snap back to her, but Eudora stood straight and high, not necessarily looking down at the girl but not treating her as a superior either. Eudora was a tough nut, refusing to let things just take their course. She was brought here for a reason and she was going to find out what.