[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Evelina Lucas[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/1724866df9e32177bad5d8f4c8140117/tumblr_ohov1rfChC1up42jgo4_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]Abandoned House[/center][hr]
	The sun was pouring in through the cabins front door and specks of dust caught in the light dancing around like glitter in the warmed air. The windows were covered with dust and pollen from years of build up. It was one of those places on the land that hadn't been taken care of before the day was frozen in time. The place was just a run down abandoned building when they came there and Evelina had never thought to use it for anything. There were plenty of places on the property that had needed tending to that would be used heavily. The main house had been the first to be tended to, after which was the kitchen house. Then there was the mill and the barn. A few other choice smaller buildings, the grounds themselves, etc. Yet this one building had been left alone. It was alone, in the middle of the woods nearly, away from the rest. Maybe she should have done something with it but looking around, even now, she was glad she hadn't. 

	A curl formed at the corner of her lips. Drem would have liked this house. It was messy, broken down, covered in a layer of dirt but yet it had character. It looked as if it had been lived in before it was abandoned and the belongings of his that she kept stored there looked as if they were made for this setting. As if the building had been placed there for the very purpose of holding his life in stasis after he was gone. The only thing that wasn't in there was the last pair of glasses he had worn....

	The memory of that day came flooding into her mind. A journal had appeared in Brogden, a little town out in the Dakota Territory. The year was 1884. The journal however was from a woman by the name of Silvia and it was from her life before her transfer from Earth to Atlenia in the year 3590. Needless to say, it did not belong there and could horribly throw off the time line. That time line had already been distorted, creatures running rampant that should have never seen the light of day. Vile creatures that sounds of their unlife were whistled on the wind and others even more horrid that were black masses, with tentacles who froze the earth and waters where they appeared. Angpetu Dulain, a paradox, went with Drem and Evelina back to that time to hunt down the journal. They found it, Evelina was the only one to return... 
	 
	Seeing the journal sitting there on a table, Evelina picked it up and sat down, flipping through it slowly until she froze. Blood was splattered on the pages. It was odd to find a relic from a future era that was as old fashion as this journal but there it was. And because it was nothing high tech other than the cover itself, the blood soaked into that wood pulp based papyrus. The sound of the journal snapping shut echoed through the cabin as the sound of crickets and cicadas crept in. She tossed the journal back on the table as she stood up, the dust billowing from the floor and up around her black shoes as the smoke rose from her pipe. [color=0072bc]"Enough of this cobblewobble,"[/color] she told herself as she stepped out of the cabin and the door closed heavily behind her. Shoving her hands into her jacket pockets she looked out over the green before her and steeled her emotions. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ed145b]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/michelle-rodriguez1.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Kitchen House ->[/center][hr]
		Alicia kept shoveling in the eggs and bacon with a vengeance, shaking more and more hot sauce on between bites. [color=ed145b]"Shit, I wish we had some. Fuck man, find me a ghost pepper and we can start talking."[/color] If one didn't know better, one could easily think that Alicia was Gilberts long lost sister. The way she carried herself and ate nearly mirrored the multiple millennia old warrior. Granted there was no way possible she was related. Emendators couldn't have children. So there was never a spawn of such. Yet if there ever had been one that did, it was probably Gilbert and the result of his seed was probably the Gonzalez line. I mean, who else would cook shit, bust down doors in fuzzy bunny slippers, and be feared through the centuries? Well other than a Gonzalez or Gilgamesh. 

	Evelina had been in that morning? That was good she was out and about but sadly she had missed her. She doubted she would get a chance before the next person showed up. Leaning back she wiped her mouth with a rag on the table and shook her head slightly. [color=ed145b]"No idea, she never said exactly. I think we have a couple more new asshats showing up.  Yeah... Already brought in three and every damn one of them is from the same damn area,"[/color] she said before dropping the cloth on the table and downing her cup of coffee. [color=ed145b]"It's weird, dying one way, getting here and remembering dying elsewhere. But yeah, they're form then. Only one of them I actually know. James. Think you'll like the Blackneck, cooks up some mean BBQ,"[/color] she said with a smirk as she stood up and walked her things over to the sink. 

	Turning she looked back over to him and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of her clipboard. There were words appearing on it. [color=ed145b]"Shit! Gotta run! Clean that shit for me, please!!!"[/color] she said as she grabbed the clipboard and darted out of the kitchen house. She jumped from the porch to the ground, skipping the front steps entirely, and sprinted the short distance to the tree. The portal had already turned and was lifting up as it was dropping off the next person. Alicia basically did a hip slide right next to the woman as she appeared and if there had been an umpire present they would have yelled [i]"SAFE!"[/i] Her face ended up right next to the woman. [color=ed145b]"Welcome to Thunderdome! You're dead!"[/color]