[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Tinder's Place (Basement)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	The good news was that there [i]probably[/i] were no more monster clown bitches to deal with in the immediate future, only the more of the same bullshit as usual. And Zoie's tone and body language was enough to indicate that she didn't have to be entirely on edge, ready to shoot people at the drop of a pin. But she still wasn't 100% convinced of anything. After all, the fog and weird haze were still there. The horror movie setting was still in place, the clown might have been a red herring. And the fact that the voices were familiar didn't mean that they didn't have ulterior motives.

	Mali was still breathing pretty heavily, so she didn't answer Zoie's question immediately as she gathered what exactly just happened down in the basement.

	[color=D5FF00]"So, I went down into the basement and this balloon floats into view. And then suddenly there was this clown-thing with a voice like a gutter. And the moment I saw it I panicked, screamed, shot it and ran back up here."[/color] A small part of her brain chimed in that she had no definitive proof that the (presumably) dead clown in question was actually a monster responsible for all this, but the voices of life threatening horror and paranoia drowned it out rather effectively.

	[color=D5FF00]"I think that thing probably killed the Tinders and caused these weird blood spray marks. How, I don't want to know, and I don't want to go back down there and check on the body. I splattered its brains all over that basement, and the last thing I need right now is to see it stand back up."[/color] Why couldn't today just have panned out normally? Sure one might argue that it was her fault she was involved in all this Juno stuff, but Mali was certain that even the worst crimes and sins she committed combined did not produce nearly enough karma to warrant evil clown monsters.