[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b] The Kitchen -- First Floor [/color][/center][hr][hr]

Antoinette had just picked her float back up to finish it despite the worry she was feeling in regards to Dean and the others within the mansion. There was definitely something going on, a tension but it was unusual, tainted somehow. She was hoping the ice cream would clear her head, that was until she got slapped. There was a sickening crack followed by a crash of glass as Antoinette dropped her glass and clutched her nose. 
Tears pricked her eyes and fell from the sudden pain. Blood soon bloomed on her hands for her nose was now broken and by her very best friend. Carolina seemed rather distraught over the whole thing. Like she wasn’t in control over what she did. Antoinette, crying and in more pain then she had ever been looked over at Bethany. The only other one in the room and with the power to move with shadows to get to another person. 
[color=#DDA0DD]”It’s okay Carolina… Owe…. I think I need some ice,”[/color] she said as her nose started to burn with the pain. She would get a black eye from this, possibly two. 
The commotion in the other room was getting louder and Antoinette’s heart beat faster as the walls shook with impacts. Something was very, very wrong.