[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=8dc73f][center]Eleonora Estelle[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b] Corbis Wood, New Hampshire 
[b][color=8dc73f]Hit Points:10 - Sanity Points:80 - Luck:40[/color][/b]
[b][color=8dc73f]Mental State: [/color][/b] Normal
[b][color=8dc73f]Skill:[/color][/b] N/a
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	Eleanora walked down the roads of Corbis Wood with a mostly negative to at best neutral scowl, heading towards the Coach Station. This… gathering had all the markings of an elaborate hoax, but with the absence of better leads, it was going to have to do. It’s been a long while since she had anything good to go by, it seemed that the supernatural was a hard thing to track, unless you moved in it’s circles. She knew weird stuff were going on all around, but even as a detective, unless she was hired for such a job, by the time it reached her ears, it would already be all over and little to no traces would be left. Information wasn’t as fast traveling as she’d like it to be.

	Walking ever onwards the dusty road, she spotted the station in the not so far distance.[color=8dc73f]” This better pay out...” [/color]She grumbled under her breath, speed increasing in tune with the scowl on her face, clearly showing she wasn’t in the best of moods right now. On this job, she hadn’t touched alcohol for a good some time now, ever since she left home to come to Corbis Wood. She kept focused, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t being affected by irritation, especially since this blasted place was so quiet and calm in general. She hated quiet places… in these places were the most dangerous of thing hiding. She ran a finger through her hair, twirling a raven lock as she walked the last bit of the road to the station.

	The station was already rather filled with people she supposed, at least when considered the location and the people who lived around these parts. She scanned the people around and quickly spotted what she suspected were the people organizing this event. Once more she had to remind herself that if it didn’t pan out with clues, she’d just consider it a vacation from her job… A getaway from the city. Still clearly irritated to some degree, she pulled a cigarette, brought it to her lips and after it was secured there, she pulled her lighter and it up. She inhaled deeply with half closed eyes, her tense and irritated features calming just a tad as she turned to the stocky man and the younger one. 

	Walking with confident gait and directly to the pair of men, she stopped a few steps distance from them, reaching to her cigarette, holding it gently between her middle and index fingers she inhaled one last time, before pulling it away from her lips. She exhaled the smoke to the side, not to do so in their faces.[color=8dc73f]” You Paul LeMond and Herb Whitefield?”[/color] Eleanora asked them, bringing the cigarette to her lips again for a quick pull from it[color=8dc73f].” Name's Eleanora Estelle, pleasure meeting you.”[/color] She added with her slight french accent, but her voice despite that didn’t carry as much pleasantries as what was being said. She was clearly not in a great mood, but she wasn’t outright hostile at the very least.