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As the meeting came under way Molly decided her best tactic was; 1- Stay quiet. 2- listen to what was offered. 3- Have a cigarette. Step three was very important. As she she listened quietly from her corner she outstretched one of her legs, loosening her jeans just enough that she could stuff a hand into her pocket and produce a pack of reds and a blue baby-bic. She returned her leg to its bent angle and pressed her thighs together to give her a pseudo bench. She pulled a cig from the pack and set the box on her lap. She placed the filter between her lips and with a couple flicks a flame was produced and her cig was alight. She took an overjoyed inhaled, letting the nicotine seep into her lungs before exhaling a plume of smoke.

All this time she continued to listen to the meeting unfold. She listened as Agatha explained the current situation over the news articles. How people, which apparently could only be assumed by what little was left, were found murdered; left as skeletons in a pool of viscera and blood. Everyone, almost, agreed it was probably a serial killer and not worth snooping around to get caught and have suspicion cast their way; especially for a non-supernatural occurrence. Molly wasn't honestly convinced of that theory. But she needed to get her hands on one of those sheets that Agatha printed out. 

Molly grabbed her pack and lighter from her lap and put out her almost finished cigarette on the side of the empty pot she sat upon before standing and moving over to the large table. As the rest of the group discussed, bickered, and snipped at each other Molly took one of the many as yet to have been snatched up printed articles sprawled across the tattered felt of the table. She took the article back to a new, closer sitting area nearby Sin and Elise. She opted for sitting on the floor, crossing her legs under herself criss-cross applesauce style and leaning her back against a large pillar she could only assume was a structurally significant item to keeping this entire lobby from crumbling. She unceremoniously dropped her pack and lighter on her lap once more as her eyes scanned over the sheet of paper. 

From what this article was saying this didn't sound like a serial killer. Netflix would suggest this level of carnage wouldn't be committed so hastily yet so completed. Slash em up, dump chemical on em. All out in the open of their yards. She'd assume some human serial killer would have kidnapped and done all this is a secure location than dumped afterwards. This seemed like something that wasn't afraid of someone stumbling upon them committing the act. And extra-normals were just cocky enough to not worry about measly humans happening upon their kills. Or that at least is what she thought.

She wanted to offer her opinion but quickly squashed that idea. She needed to prove her role in the coven more before she started feeling comfortable enough to throw out opinions. Anyways, by the time she was done reading it seemed nearly everyone was on board with Kayla request; which seemed assuredly extra-normal.

[color=8FBC8F][i]'Wait...'[/i][/color] She began in the silence of her own thoughts. [color=8FBC8F][i]'Vampires are fucking REAL?'[/i][/color]