[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/4kbzbay69/Imperfect_Nervous_Ant.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=4dffa6]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Lower Floor: Medical 
[b][color=4dffa6]Skills:[/color][/b] Discipline
[/center][hr]	After a certain point, it was sometimes hard to pinpoint how exactly something had begun. The book wars some could argue started due to proximity - or perhaps just a manifestation of their belief systems, going head to head against each other. But as her mind thought over the letter from Atticus, Dorothy couldn't help but think of a third explanation as to why they threw books at each other - as a manifestation of the feelings they did not express. [color=4dffa6]"Oh, somethin' like that,"[/color] Dorothy answered Jahosafat. She then nodded. She would need to retrieve Atticus' personal bible anyways. [color=4dffa6]"I'll get right on that, don't worry."[/color]

	She was about to leave when Daphne came in, dragging the bumbling engineer with her. [color=4dffa6]"Uh....Yes, of course, take a seat Mr. Fitz,"[/color] Dorothy instructed Fitz, steeling her emotions and her resolve. She didn't particularly want to fully break down in front of anyone at the moment. If anything, she wanted to get on with the work, bury Atticus, and contemplate the direction of her life in solitude. She took another breath, trying to muster a smile but she couldn't quite do it without her bottom lip starting to wobble. She knew that if she allowed that to happen, it'd be all over, so she settle on a straight faced expression. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/eeqj5m4k1/image.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=8882be]Location:[/color][/b] Prometheus: Galley ---> Lower Floor:  Medical
[b][color=8882be]Skills:[/color][/b] None
[/center][hr]	[color=8882be]"I-I-I-I a-a-always seem like this,"[/color] Fitz muttered, looking at the ground slightly. He couldn't help but partially wish he could just turn invisible or become a puddle of goo that would ooze through the ground - his nerves were getting the best of him. And what if the body was still there? He'd never seen a corpse before - and especially not of someone he had just met. The very thought made his nausea creep up again. He bit his lip hard as Daphne dragged him into the room, spotting the corpse and he instantly looked at the ground, trying to avert his eyes. 

	[color=8882be]"I-I-I-I-I'm fine, m-m-m-ma'am,"[/color] Fitz stammered, shielding his eyes with a shaky hand as well. He had no idea what sort of shape Atticus would be in. He knew they probably performed an autopsy - would his guts be out on the table, covering every surface? Would he look like a broken toy doll that they gave children to play with? Would his skin have a green tint to it? His mind kept on exaggerating the image, as if Atticus was turning into a cartoon zombie from Earth that Was.