[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/KYhx6jDf/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Carlisle 
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia felt sick to her stomach, having to act like some feeble and helpless creature. There was a name in the Crypt Family for those pathetic monsters who clung to pastels and manipulated those around them, betraying everything honorable, virtuous, and macabre: [i]Deborah[/i]. Or as it was often shortened by the younger family members: [i]Debbie[/i]. She never again wanted to have to put on this sort of facade again. She would have rather pretended to be something more respectful, such as an axe murderer or an apothecary. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Y-y-yes, I-I am afraid that I am,"[/color] Virginia squeaked. [color=#9999ff]"I would hate to bother you gentlemen but... I am in need of a ride - as far as you can get me towards Gretna Green. I would be most thankful for any assistance and p-p-perhaps we could arrange some sort of payment?"[/color] she looked up at them slightly, hoping that she looked pitiful and that her eyes seemed to be round and vulnerable. If they did end up wanting more promiscuous favors upon arrival, then she could very well no longer daydream about playing the role of an axe murderer.

	She just wanted to help dear Millicent and poor Veta if at all possible. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/7e3ebf6c56b4ccaf8838e82afb805b6b/tumblr_ofl0thWfH11qzbx7io1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: House Kirkpatrick - Study (Main Floor)
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Maeve chuckled slightly at Millicent's realization she had had not caught her name. [color=ff6600]"Aye, cos I didn't give it,"[/color] she replied curtly. Leading Millicent into the study on the main floor, Maeve started searching through the room. She located a drawer and opened it up, sifting about until she found ink, quill, and paper. Studies always tended to have this sort of thing on hand somewhere and Maeve straightened up, setting down the objects  so that way Millicent might use them. Maeve would be of little use with that sort of thing anyways. 

	[color=ff6600]"Name's Neasa O'Connor, miss,"[/color] Maeve then explained. She kept wavering between feeling pity for Millicent and feeling annoyance for her. On one hand, it was obvious that she was not comfortable in the company of the others. And on the other hand, Millicent's problems were her own - they weren't Maeve's problems so that meant she didn't have to care about them. There would be nothing gained by helping this little woman, especially since Roisin's future in Rome was secured. Why help others without any sort of reward, anyways? It was dumb in Maeve's opinion. 

	[color=ff6600]"'ere yer are - should be everythin' yer need ter write wi'."[/color]