[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9370DB]Nancy Parker[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk2pj9WSn91qzmfk8o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Main House (Room 202) --> Road Heading Towards Servants Quarters
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] None[/center][hr]	Nancy made her way to the door of Gio's room, slowly opening it and sticking her head out. The coast seemed to be clear - which was good. She was as annoyed with staying put in one place as she was already becoming with these handcuffs. Even the small task of peering around a slightly opened door had become troublesome - if she wanted to open the door any further, she had to move her entire body forward a bit to get her hand more leverage. She gave the door a good push and let it swing all of the way open before exiting, then using her foot to close the door behind her. 

	Her eyes then widened as she stilled for a moment as new memories began to fall into her head. In some ways, it was exactly like her readings of the future - and in others, it was an entirely different feeling and process. She let out a gasp as she fell forward, and unable to come to her balance with her cuffs, she collapsed onto the floor, banging her nose in the process. [color=#9370DB]"Sorry, Gio...Prank will have to wait for another time,"[/color] Nancy muttered. She struggled to get back up to her feet, using the wall slightly to help with the process. She regretted letting Giouse take the key to the cuffs. 

	But while there was little she could do for Peter - and truthfully, she had always fond him a bit boring and stuffy - she was fond of George. There were some paradoxes that Nancy took to and others that she couldn't wait to see leave. For whatever reason, George had been one of the former. She held her hands out in front of her, figuring it'd be easier to run like that, and she then dashed down the stairs and out the house. She cut through the trees before coming out onto the road, a few seconds behind Alicia. 

	Nancy kept on sprinting down the road, glad that her trick with her hands seemed to work - and that no one had tried to stop her and ask what was going on. She was dressed in prisoner's garb, handcuffed, and running as fast as she possibly could - someone was [i]bound[/i] to ask questions. Nancy slowed down in her run as the others came into view, skidding to a halt much as Alicia had. If it had been less serious, she would have ridden a bike on over, showing off various tricks on the way. [color=#9370DB]"George!"[/color] Even though the scene came into her mind and she knew what had happened - that Peter and George had been attacked in Cairo - she still wanted to visually confirm her friend's safety. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9999ff]Andromeda Aldrich[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s13.postimg.org/uhh4lesrr/tumblr_ox5m0d_DVTm1rc0x8uo5_400.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=9999ff]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp: Woods heading towards Abandoned House
[b][color=9999ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Weather Control [/center][hr]	[color=9999ff]"Oh, no thank you. I don't smoke,"[/color] Andromeda said kindly. Even though she didn't have to worry about lung cancer or disease, she never enjoyed the taste of tobacco. It was far more bitter than coffee in her experience - though she had only tried it once in college. But she nodded, focusing on the memory as Lady Luck had instructed her to. She could take herself back to the rooftop stargazing with her mother - it was an easy enough feat to do. She could just only hope that truly helped and managed to get them under control - just because her ability hadn't gone off in the few minutes since she calmed down didn't mean that was the secret to managing it. 

	She missed the look of terror on Evelina's face, having been looking at the plant life on the grounds. She couldn't help but try to take in each little bit of her surroundings. She didn't realize anything was quite wrong until they made it to what Andromeda had to assume was a crime scene. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and terror at the gruesome sight. The blood and the gore dredged up painful memories for her - her father's autopsy, Sera's murder, so much blood and death...Her knees felt a bit weak and it was all she could do to look away. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Bloody hell..."[/color] Nancy cursed, feeling a wind whip up as an EF1 Tornado began to form over the road. Andromeda then looked in the direction of the fourth Emendator, blinking slightly - had she gone insane? Why was she handcuffed and wearing prisoner's garb? She then shook her head, stealing another peak at Peter and George. It was like an accident that she just couldn't look away from.