[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Tinder's Place (Basement)
[b]Skills:[/b] Perception, Athletics, Weight Lifting
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	Mali was already pretty on edge. She liked nothing about the situation she was in, which could apply to a lot of things that had happened over the past few weeks, but none of them could quite touch the feeling of impending doom that walking into a horror movie brought along with it.  And the balloon blocking her view of the spooky basement didn't help in the slightest. But when she saw the clown a few things happened. First, in some distant corner of her mind, she was relieved that she had made semi-proper preparations. Furthermore, that at least the horror movie monster wasn't a zombie or some other undead thing was another thing to be grateful for.

	Second, she screamed. Really loudly in a much higher pitch than one would think possible for her frame. Perhaps if this were some movie or tv show where she was an always above it all, cooler than thou protagonist she would have had some appropriate quip to throw at the abomination before her, but as it stood, the vast majority of her mind was in abject terror.  And finally, she pointed the gun at the clown and opened fire. If the scream wasn't enough to hear, then the gunshots sure as hell should. After a few rounds, regardless of whether they hit or not, she turned back around and sprinted as quickly as she could out of that basement. If that clown had killed the Tinders... well she didn't want her blood exploded out of her either.
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Actions Attempted: Shoot the Clown, Get the fuck out of the basement, Shut the door behind her
Skills: Perception, Athletics, Weight Lifting
Reason for each skill being called: Perception to assist in aiming the gun at the clown, Athletics for bravely running away, Weight Lifting to keep that door as sealed shut as her muscles will allow
Desired Location: Out of the basement[/hider]