[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5A4E3]Faith Masters[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/10/e9/30/10e930597884637fe5ca6df883d08c31.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5A4E3]Location:[/color][/b]Library -> Front Porch
[b][color=F5A4E3]Skills:[/color][/b] None At This Time[hr][/center]

Faith opened a few books and skimmed. She never considered herself much of a reader, but if anything could tell her about this place she would gladly crack open a book and read it. However, it seemed that most of these books were standard fare, though they were all before the 1940s. Which sucked. You'd think a place that could take people that died and put them all in some house could keep up with modern times.

She glanced around the library a bit more before she left. This place was weird. Like, weirder than she first thought. She wasn't sure she wanted to stay, but did she have a choice? Couldn't they just...move her onward? Like not even to heaven or hell or wherever the hell you went after you died, just somewhere apart from here?

No that wouldn't work. She wanted to go back. She had to go back.

She stepped outside and glanced around. There seemed to be more houses or buildings a ways away. However, a figure caught her attention. A woman sitting down on one of the chairs. She looked like she fit in with this place. Was she like herself? Or...what did Alicia call them? Emancipators? Emasculators? Whatever the hell they were, was she one of them?

Faith walked over and waved kind of awkwardly. [color=F5A4E3]"Hey there! Lovely day, isn't it?"[/color] She didn't know what to say, besides asking why the hell she was here and why the hell couldn't she leave?