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[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=6AA16A]L U C A S   M Y E R S[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Wednesday, August 15[SUP]th[/SUP] - 09:00 AM | Los Angeles, California | Interacting with [b]Riley Ridgeway[/b] [sub][@Nallore][/sub], [b]Declan G. Jones[/b][sub][@Ellion][/sub][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]As they spoke, it gave Lucas a rush of anxiety, his eyes darting from the overwhelming sunlight that bounced off of the cars in the dreadful, stand-still traffic, his ears ringing from an over-active mind and the sounds of a busy city. He clenched the steering wheel tightly to let out a little bit of his frustration, but it wasn't enough to release the bottled up emotions, so he raised his voice to break-free of the binding uproar within his mind, [color=6AA16A]"I don't fucking know!"[/color] He continued into a more mumbled tone with a sense of despair in his scratchy throat, [color=6AA16A]"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know..."[/color] As his voice descended into a whisper, a fabrication of a transparent butterfly with shades of orange within it's wings could be seen fluttering along the dashboard of the car. For just a second, the butterfly would gently fly and land to only disappear without a trace, but perhaps it wasn't only seen within Lucas' reality.

With a deep breath, Lucas came back to his monotonous self and continued with a still tone, [color=6AA16A]"No kidnapping, no answers, no explanations -- I don't have anything you're looking for. You're just all in my head... all in my head." [/color] Lucas didn't even bother to look back to match a face to the voice coming from the back seat, he chuckled before continuing, [color=6AA16A]"You can let yourself out, it's not like we're moving in this goddamn traffic."[/color]

Riley Ridgeway was the only one Lucas bothered to take a look at, and he was astounded by the realness of this illusion in particular. Normally, his fabrications would just appear, disappear, then reappear, and begin an endless cycle of being lost within reality and falsification. After she spoke those two simple words, [i]'I'm real'[/i], he found a spark of light within the darkness that consumes him. A small light sparked from the idea of someone just as lost as he was, an illusion that was an essence of a corporeal person, despite the contradiction within the phrase. Lucas turned to finally face her, his eyes scanning her body until it would meet her eyes, [color=6AA16A]"How do you know? Prove to me that you're real." [/color] As she went on about the incidents she dealt with, the potential false hope began to ignite within him, causing a sense of salvation for his fading happiness, [color=6AA16A]"I have dreams too, some even seem so real that I'm actually there while some are actually there while I'm awake. One in particular was of a brutal murder, she ended her shift at a coffee shop and was followed down an alley and then --,"[/color] he spared the details before continuing, [color=6AA16A]"I don't have strange powers though." [/color]

A moment of silence came about as he looked to her helplessly, [color=6AA16A]"Listen, you have to show me that you're real and that this is real. I-I-I need answers, I need to fix -,"[/color] he gestured with his hands the space around his head, [color=6AA16A]"-this. Please, for the sake of my wellbeing, meet me somewhere -- anywhere! I'll even come to you. What studio were you at, what's the address?" [/color][/indent][/indent]
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[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=A34541]L A N A   A L L A I R E[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Wednesday, August 15[SUP]th[/SUP] - 01:00 PM | New York City, New York | Interacting with Emmie Adams[sub][@Nallore][/sub][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT]Lana lead her to a small conference room that wasn't used, but before she could even reply to her comment, Grant came in, a concerned expression on his face. Just as she would tell him to get out, she was shocked by him walking through the girl, showing that she was merely a hallucination of some sort. Lana gave Grant a small smile that quickly faded back into her normal expression,[color=A34541]"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need time to myself. Can you shut the door on your way out?"[/color]

Grant put a hand in the air,"Alright, alright -- I'll leave you be." He tossed the file on the desk beside her, "Take a look at this when you can." With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him. 

Lana moved casually to close the blinds of the conference room, speaking as she walked, [color=A34541]"Do you have a name?"[/color] She gave her a moment to answer before continuing, [color=A34541]"How did you get here and why am I the only one that can see you?"[/color] With only a short time frame to answer that question, Lana moved on to the next, [color=A34541]"What relations do you have to me? How long have you been experiencing peculiar instances such as this?"[/color] It seemed as though the interrogator was coming out of Lana, though she wanted as many answers as she could get within the small window of time that she had to speak to her.[/indent][/indent]