[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen
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	The last few months had passed in a bit of a whirlwind. There had been so much change in the world, so much unrest. Antoinette’s empathy had been a little all over the place and so most of the time, she shut herself up with her art. She seemed to be creating more fiercely as of late and quite dramatic art pieces as well. Although she did make a beautiful one of Guin and Pietro from their wedding. 
	Antoinette walked into the kitchen, hands and forearms covered in splotches of paint. Her hair was pinned back, small pieces falling out and fly aways everywhere. During one of her shut in days she had decided a change was in order and cut off most of her hair, leaving it just to cover her neck. It had turned out well and made her look older than her seventeen years.
	She opened the fridge and fished out what she needed in order to make a sandwich. She was in the middle of the act when Bethany walked in and plopped a box on the table. Antoinette poured herself a glass of apple juice before she drifted over and peered inside. 
	[color=#DDA0DD]”Jumanji? Like the movie?”[/color] Antoinette peered close at the box. [color=#DDA0DD]”Did you order the game for everyone to play?”[/color] She looked at Bethany closely, she didn’t seem the type to get the team something for all of them to do. Unless there was some sort of catch to it.