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[indent][color=EF0000][b]The Lumber Mill:[/b][/color] From first glance, the Lumber Mill seems almost completely abandoned, the road leading up to it is almost abandoned, only two cars sit immediately outside, a red Mustang, pristine and empty, and a white pick-up, the passenger door open, blood covering the seat and trailing out towards the door Alice made her way towards. There is no answer to the knock, and the front door does not seem locked, though it is blocked from something behind it. Moving around the exterior of the fence, Marianna would find a gruesome sight - in the main field of the Lumber Yard, bodies are strewn everywhere, tools in their hands and bodies as if they had been used as weapons. However, little more can be ascertained from where she is, she'd need to get closer.[/indent]

[indent][color=EF0000][b]Outside the Community Center:[/b][/color] The car park gets progressively quiet as the majority of people who had come to the meeting climb into their cars and head home. Only two things of particular note can be picked up by Whitney and Felicia as they stand outside speaking. A faint smell akin to rotten eggs seems to be coming from somewhere nearby, and a number of suited men are crowded around a black Escalade, seeming to be keeping watch. They're certainly not residents and seem to be some of the men who had recently shown up in town, wandering the streets at night and keeping to themselves. They weren't in the meeting itself, so it's curious why they are there.[/indent]

[indent][color=EF0000][b]The Streets of Silver Falls:[/b][/color] Jennifer's initial drive towards home would be slow, with the number of cars making their way back towards the town of Silver Falls, traffic is inevitably a problem. After a slight delay, she manages to get back into the streets proper, a lot of the town seems to be heading to P&W's Diner for lunch, with only a few continuing on home. Whichever way Jennifer chooses to go, she manages to get there without any problems... For now.[/indent]

[hr][center][h1][color=D4AE6A]Donald Baker[/color][/h1]
[img]https://imgur.com/6gcEf3q.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=D4AE6A]Location:[/color][/b] Silver Falls Community Center[/center][hr]

Sighing as he moved backstage, Donald had a few words with the Sherrif over the incident that had occurred at the Lumbermill, and had been about to make his way there when he caught the sound of a rapping against the wall to his right. Turning around, he found himself facing the woman, no, the girl, who had spoken up and rather dramatically introduced herself as Lucy Taylor's best friend. He gave her a curious look, tucking his hands into his pockets briefly as he listened to her speak, thinking over what she said for a moment, and forcing himself not to make a snide remark as she yet again introduced herself as Lucy's 'bestie'. Donald watched her for a few moments, taking in what he could of her attitude, she definitely had that kind of popular, bitch-queen attitude he had seen in many girls his age. He found it strange in all honesty, it was something he had not expected to find in this small, country town.

[i]'I guess it's not as different as I thought.'[/i] Donald's thoughts mused, his hand reaching into his jacket as he pulled from it a small, black notebook and a pen, the man clearing his throat as he watched her. [b][color=D4AE6A]"Yes, I suppose I do."[/color][/b] Donald briefly cast a glance over Scarlett's shoulder towards the man who came into the hall as well, pausing and leaning against the wall. He noted that he'd seen the man in the meeting, but that he had not spoken up, and seemed relatively content to remain silent to the back. He figured perhaps the man was more the type to be asking questions in private, rather than the public setting that came with the meeting.

Turning his attention back towards Scarlett, he cleared his throat and glanced back down to his notebook, ready to jot down her responses to his questions. [b][color=D4AE6A]"Could I have your name, age, and how you knew the deceased, first off?"[/color][/b] He paused for a moment, then quickly cut her off before she might have a chance to respond. [b][color=D4AE6A]"I mean, how you met Lucy, I understand you were... [i]'besties.'[/i]"[/color][/b] He gave Scarlett a few moments to answer the question, jotting down the basic information before he got further into the heart of the matter. [b][color=D4AE6A]"Can you tell me when you last saw Lucy? How had she been acting recently, anything strange? Had she been meeting with, or seeing anyone new?"[/color][/b]