[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarlett Cromwell[/color][/h1][img]https://s26.postimg.org/6i39dfb2x/scarlett1.gif[/img][hr][color=#ff0000][b]Location[/b][/color]: Community Center
[color=#ff0000]{[/color][i]"Have fun in hell, bitch!"[/i][color=#ff0000]}[/color][/center][hr][hr]	Scarlett had no reaction to Donald's words. Most would've been horrified but she merely smiled sweetly, though her smile was simultaneously venomous. She was like the tales of the sirens--beautiful yet horrific. She didn't bat an eye at the thought of her [i]bestie[/i] being killed in a ritualistic sacrifice. It didn't even appear initially that she registered the doctor's presence, though Scarlett turned and gazed at him. A professor of business administration? That just meant he was a fuck up who couldn't succeed on his own. Those who can't do, teach and all that. 

	[color=#ff0000]"Nah, you've told me plenty, agent,"[/color] Scarlett scoffed. She was just itching to slash the man's tires. He hadn't given her much in the way of useful information, beyond the fact that apparently some cult had killed Lucy. That wasn't something that she expected, despite her own affiliation with dark magic. While she was a natural witch and didn't require the help of demons for magic, she easily could've been called a Satanist. It was the closest description of her mental state, beyond a general desire to get what she wanted and take from everyone else, all while being adored. 

	[color=#ff0000]"Good luck with the Satanic cult,"[/color] Scarlett said, as she turned on her heels and started to head out. [color=#ff0000]"I'm sure they'll eat you alive or some shit."[/color]