[hr][center][h1][color=BA55D3]Felicia Astrid[/color][/h1][hr][img]http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/3856555/500full-kaya-scodelario.jpg[/img]

[color=BA55D3][b]Location[/b][/color]: Community Center[/center][hr]

Series of murders...?

The meeting had been shorter than expected, but Felicia had gained a surprising amount of information. There had more murders, apparently similar to Lucy Taylor's, and for one reason or another sulfur of all things had been found at each body site. This implied that Lucy Taylor's murder really had been ritual in nature, which had only been a guess of Felicia's until now. But...what did this mean? Since the other murders had occurred outside of Silver Falls, then did it mean that the town itself wasn't specifically linked after all? Or maybe it actually was, and some crazed killer or even a cult was operating from within the town. But then why kill people outside of the town?

Despite gaining important information, Felicia realized at that moment that it only brought up more questions than answers. She was at a loss of what she could do at this point, as there weren't really any leads she could follow at the moment. Perhaps the FBI Agent could potentially disclose more information, maybe offer a bit of direction? But he'd already said he couldn't say much, which made sense since this was an official murder investigation, and when it came down to it she was just a civilian. She knew she shouldn't really be involving herself with something this serious, but the whole situation had been eating away at her ever since she'd first learned that Lucy Taylor was found dead. There had to be something she could do...

[color=BDB76B]"I guess we should head back then,"[/color] her Mom suddenly spoke up as she got out of her seat, [color=BDB76B]"A little disappointing to come all the way out here for [i]that[/i], but it'll give me some peace of mind at least."[/color]

[color=BDB76B]"Mm, yeah,"[/color] her Dad grunted, having apparently been disinterested in the meeting since the start anyway. He got up as well, but saw that his daughter was still sitting, a look of concentration on her face. [color=BDB76B]"Felicia? You goin' to keep sittin' there?"[/color]

[color=BA55D3]"Um...I'm gonna stay for a bit,"[/color] she answered him after a pause, [color=BA55D3]"You guys can head back, I'll be fine. I just want to check on something, I'll head home after."[/color] He gave her a quizzical look, but nonetheless nodded and moved to leave. Her Mom left with him, her brother trailing behind as he gave his sister a more scrutinizing look. Felicia sighed quietly at that, not doubting that her brother would likely question her later about what she was doing.

Once her family had left the Community Center, she finally got up from her seat and decided to see if the Agent was free to talk. However, as she began to make her way backstage she could see that two other people had the same idea as her and made it there first. Of course Scarlett was there, why wouldn't she be, but an older man was there as well, someone who hadn't spoken up during the meeting. Hold on, had she seen him somewhere before? He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

Either way, it was pointless for her to go backstage now, those two would likely keep up the Agent's attention for some time. She figured that maybe she could catch him as he left the Community Center, so she decided she would wait outside in front of the parking lot for now. As she passed through the lobby to outside, she was surprised to see police and several people in handcuffs. She stopped for a moment, watching and listening attentively as she heard some of the more emotional of the handcuffees raving about monsters at the lumbermill. So now people were seeing monsters too? The police didn't seem too worried about the prospect of it being possibly true, if their expressions and body language were anything to go by.

Knowing that the cops would probably end up yelling at her to leave if she stuck around too long, she exited the lobby once she heard enough of what the detainees were saying. Upon stepping outside, fresh air hit her lungs once again, managing to calm her just a bit. That was probably the one good thing she could admit to liking about the town, but "nice air" could hardly be considered a compliment.

[color=BA55D3]"There's no way there's monsters..."[/color] Felicia muttered to herself, attempting to gather her thoughts as she absentmindedly dug into her pocket for her pack of cigarettes. She'd just smoked less than an hour ago but she could already feel that she needed another break. [color=BA55D3]"Can't be...it's gotta be wild animals, only thing that makes sense...but what kind of animals could mutilate people like [i]that[/i]...?"[/color]

Just as she was about to light the freshly pulled-out cigarette, she realized she probably couldn't smoke in front of the Community Center. There tended to be "No Smoking" signs around city buildings like these, so even though she didn't see one immediately near her she decided she wasn't going to push her luck, especially not with there being cops nearby. With a sigh, she temporarily pocketed the single cigarette as she looked around to see if there really was a sign nearby. Though in doing so, she realized she'd ended up pacing nearby another young woman who looked to be just as deep in her own thoughts as she was. If Felicia had to guess, the girl couldn't be any older than 16 or 17, and upon looking at her she recognized that she went to the local high school, though she couldn't put a name to the appearance. It wasn't as if she knew too many of the students anyway, but that didn't matter right now as she could sense worry emanating from her.

[color=BA55D3]"Hey, you're from the high school, right?"[/color] Felicia asked nonchalantly, giving her one more quick look up and down in a failed attempt to remember what the girl's name was, [color=BA55D3]"You doing alright there?"[/color]