[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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Hearing the soft thump of the mannequin falling, Alice frowned as another joined it. Now she knew she hadn't bumped them or accidentally knocked them over. This time anyways. Setting them upright, and moving them to a corner out of the way. She had been rather embrassed by the messy and forlorn state of her cottage. Not something the neighbors should see. But Alice was a bit chaotic and scatterbrained especially with her work. Giving a displeased sniff, she frowned and sniffed again at the sulfur. [color=MistyRose]"Oh dear..."[/color]

Moving about and searching through several cabinets. She pulled out a can of air freshener. Something she didn't care to use, but really didn't want to smell sulfur. And if the entire house started smelling like that- there goes the resale vaule. After a good walk and squirt about the house, the seamstress sat back down. Having turned the old record player on while doing her walk around. Soon the soft sound of jazz filled the cottage. She honestly enjoyed the music. Though classical was her next choice.