[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5A4E3]Faith[/color] & [color=ed145b]Alicia[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://www.thesarcasticblonde.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/6356869111495511551613888758_wedding_2.gif[/img]
[/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp: Oak Tree[/center][hr]

	Faith blinked awake when she heard a voice. She half expected to see that bitch's face again and was ready to punch her in the throat. However, as she made the move to do so, she saw it was not, in fact, that bitch, but some other woman. It took her a few moments to process this new scene as well as her words.

	She was...dead?

	No, that was not the case. She didn't die. She couldn't die. She stood up quickly, almost falling over. She shook her head, [color=F5A4E3]"No, I am not dead. That bitch did not kill me. I just...got moved somewhere else."[/color] She looked around. This place felt off. She wasn't in Georgia anymore. Or...was she? She never really paid it much thought. As she looked, she glanced down and saw she wasn't wearing her normal clothes. She looked like she jumped out of a really old magazine that 50's housewives read. She started breathing heavily. Where were her old clothes? Where were her TRENDY clothes? Apocalypse or not, she needed to be up to date.

	Alicia took a step back and let the girl work through shit a bit. Pulling the clipboard out she glanced down at it and went over the details of the girls death now that they were there before glancing back at her. Seemed she was about to accept it, at least she hoped she would. It would make shit a lot easier. 

	[color=F5A4E3]"Oh God, maybe I am dead. Is this what hell is like? Where I have to walk around in...this? What the fuck?"[/color] She started to panic a bit, not paying the other woman much mind.

	Letting out a smirking chuckle she shook her head. [color=ed145b]"Oh, ain't hell. Ain't heaven either if that makes you feel any better. It's Louisiana, 1943. And that right there is the height of fashion right now. Be glad you didn't show up in what the last guy did. He had a rope belt and looked like he was about to pick cotton,"[/color] Alicia said snickering a bit thinking back on how James had popped into existence there.

	Faith was still reeling from her new ensemble that she barely heard what the woman said. She did catch the important part though. 1943. How was that possible? [color=F5A4E3]"What do you mean 1943? I was in Georgia and in the year 2011. How did I die and end up in Louisiana and, like, a trillion years ago?"[/color]

	Squatting down, Alicia gripped the clipboard in her hands and it hung between her knees slightly as she looked over Faith. [color=ed145b]"Yeah, know that feeling. I was in Georgia about a year before you when I got taken by a horde of face eaters. Fucking sucked and I ended up here,"[/color] Alicia said as she held one hand out and stood back up, offering to help the girl to her feet. [color=ed145b]"Well all that shit about life after death? Apparently it does happen, just in the weirdest fucking way."[/color]

	Faith took in what the woman said for no other reason than she seemed to have the knowledge of what the hell was going on here. If she had her way. She noticed the woman mentioned walkers though. Were they part of the same time? She took the hand offered and she stood up. She took in her whole ensemble now and it wasn't [i]too[/i] terrible, if she had to admit. If she was at the height of fashion during this time, that at least would give her the appearance of being well above others. That was good.

	[color=F5A4E3]"So, there is an afterlife and it brings you to Louisiana in the 1930s? That's fucked up. But, ok. So what now?"[/color]

	[color=ed145b]"1940's and this ain't no fucking afterlife. It is quite literally a life after death,"[/color] Alicia said as she tucked the clipboard under one arm and glanced towards the main house. [color=ed145b]"Basically, you died. A woman by the name of Lady Lucas who has been alive since like pyramid fucking times went to herself, [i]'this bitch isn't going to whatever the fuck is after death. She's coming here.'[/i] And you came here. And we are caught here in the same day, over and over and over again until the Emendators decide otherwise."[/color]

	1930s or 1940s. Did that really matter? It was a time before cell phones, the internet, and quality fashion judging on her appearance. She wanted out of here and back to where she came from. [color=F5A4E3]"So these Emendators are the bosses around here? I'd like to speak to this woman, if possible. I need to go back. I can't let that woman live another moment."[/color]

	Alicia had to chuckle, she couldn't help it. [color=ed145b]"Close to the first thing I said and I'll tell you what they told me. You don't ever go back, ever. But yeah, you can talk to her later. Supposed to get you settled into your room first and finish getting the others situated. Come on I'll show you your room chica,"[/color] she said motioning towards the house.

	She had a room here? So they expected her to stay? No, she couldn't stay. She would get back. Emendators be damned. She had business to attend to and she couldn't do it spending her days (or day, as it were) in rural Louisiana. But she wasn't stupid either. She doubted this woman had much control other than her being the introducer to her own personal hell. She would bide her time. She wanted to see this Emendator face to face before she made any solid plans.

	So she followed. And she plotted.

	It was but a hop, skip, and a jump later that Alicia had made her way upstairs to find out the room assignment for Faith. [color=ed145b]"They have you over here,"[/color] Alicia said as she lead their newest arrival over to her room. Along the way she explained where the kitchen house was, where the single bathroom they ALL had to share was, and most importantly: to look out for the resident pranksters. Opening Faiths door she leaned against the door frame and handed over the key. [color=ed145b]"Listen, this is a bitch of a lot of information to take it. I got here and found out I had been killed, twice, in two different lives. That was a real mind fuck. Anywho, get settled in. The Hat usually stocks a new arrivals room with shit to make them feel at home,"[/color] she said before leaving Faith to get settled in and heading back to the Oak Tree. She was getting her 10,000 steps in today that was for damn sure.

	Not only did she find out that she was dead, but that apparently there were different lives? Did she have any? What fresh hell did she wind up in? And someone named The Hat put things in her room to make her feel welcome. She highly doubted...

	And then she looked inside. Despite the current year, it looked as if it came out of her own room. It was decorated with tons of things she liked. A full-length mirror to see herself in. A cute pink puppy on her bed. The room screamed her. She had to give them that. While her appearance wasn't desirable, this room certainly was. [color=F5A4E3]"I...appreciate that. This is going to take some time to get used to, it seems."[/color] She stepped into her room before she felt the need to be any more nice and thankful. As far as rooms went, this wasn't half bad.