[hr][center][h3]~3:20 | OCEAN SPRINGS | WALTER ANDERSON MUSEUM OF ART[/h3][/center][hr]
If nothing else, with Ocean Springs being a hot new find for people averse to the crowds of more well-known coastal cities, it wasn’t difficult for even the most mismatched people to blend in if they needed to. Whether they were trying to be invisible or not, the reapers didn’t come across any incidents on their way to their first point of interest.

The Walter Anderson Museum of Art was considered to be a must-see place in Ocean Springs. At the least, it had enough of a reputation to stand out even with the allure of the coast within walking distance. It was busy, but that was to be expected with the number of tourists in the area. Those that felt themselves too cultured for only heading to the beach always found themselves drifting toward the painted walls of the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, after all. What the facility lacked in grandeur, it more than made up for in its vibrancy–a fact easily seen through the glass walls even before entering the building.

The liveliness of the museum didn’t match the gloominess of a child sniffling in the corner of the lobby, clearly separated from the rest of a class outing. A staff member knelt beside the girl, speaking in a soft, soothing voice even as tears streamed down the child’s cheeks.

[color=#796fad]”There, there, I know you’re disappointed.”[/color]

[color=#80a1aa]”I want to see zabby…”[/color] The girl’s cheeks puffed out as she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes. [color=#80a1aa]”Mommy said zabby is here when I’m at school. How come they're not today?”[/color]

To the staff member’s credit, the flicker of pain that streaked across her features was hidden away quickly enough. A tired, gentle smile was all that she could give the young child before her.

[color=#796fad]”Your zabby isn’t here today, but you know, they wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of the visit with your friends because of it.”[/color] The blonde did her best to give a cheerful grin and a brightened tone. [color=#796fad]”And I know today they have a special surprise at the end, and I know you’ll like it! Can you go with Paula to get washed up?”[/color]

A teary sniffle was followed by a small nod before the girl was brought by another staff member away from the lobby, leaving the initial alone to release a heavy sigh when she thought she was finally alone.

[color=#796fad]"Poor thing… I guess she doesn't understand that what happened yet,”[/color] the woman murmured with a shake of her head before muttering under her breath. [color=#796fad]"Not that Anne's doing better these days. That 'haunting' bullshit's gonna mess the kid up."[/color][hr][@Snagglepuss89][@Scribe of Thoth][@PigeonOfAstora][@Dragonfly 9]