[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=MistyRose][center]Alice Lynche[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=MistyRose]Location[/color][/b] Her Cottage[/center]
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Alice blinked at the knock at her door, knocked from her slight daydream of a potential line of fall dresses. Glancing at the door, she stood up brushing the dusty scraps of fabric and thread from her dark green skirt. It was one of her own design, though not one of her best. A deep green skirt which fell to just below her knees; that was embroidered with falling golden, orange, and red-brown leaves. Dark black leggings to stave off the autumn chill. Though compared to England's tendency to rain, it was more fashion and less necessary. A black blouse with deep bronze buttons shaped like acorns at her cuffs. Complete with a set of MaryJanes- if she was going out. Which Alice hoped was not the case. She had work to do! If only to get out of this town. A sad fact about the murder. She could wait it out or wait to flee. But either way- that door still needed answering.

Skipping about several mannequins that were set about her living room, she reached the door to open it. The eldery woman and her apparent grandson come to welcome her. Well it was right on time of that. Enough that her house was in something of order, or perhaps not she noted as she looked at the bathmat that was serving as a entry way welcome mat. She'd have to find where the actual welcome mat went! Blushing slightly as she took the cake in it's contain, she gave the woman a apologetic smile. [color=MistyRose]"Thank you very much, I'm Alice Lynche."[/color] Her voice was a soft and warm sound. Tiny to match it's tiny owner. But there also was the thick British accent that decorated it. [color=MistyRose]"Would you like to come in? I'm a bit of a mess. But I do have some tea and biscuts in the parlor."[/color] She offered. It was rude to leave talk in the street, especially with the elderly. On top of that- who didn't like a spot of proper tea? Something she found lacking in this town, but she wasn't above ordering it in from out of town- or country for that matter.