[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] The Carnival: Agatha's Booth -> Inside Agatha's Booth
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Mary Sue's smile quickly fell away form her face at the sight of the apparition. "[color=ff48a5]I- I um-[/color]" She started to say, her voice faltering. She was holding back tears as, without much thought, she quickly turned and ran away. She didn't know [i]what[/i] that was, or if it was on purpose, or if it was real, but none of that particularly mattered to the young Sullivan. She was hurt; just hearing those words were caustic to any sense of confidence she might have had. Right now? She had no idea what she was even doing here. She wasn't cut out for this, not to be a hero, not to be anything.

	Breaking from the crowd in the most obvious way possible, Mary Sue found herself, without much consideration, stumbling into Agatha's tent. With almost a flinch at the awkwardness of the situation, she looked at the witch, and forced out. "[color=ff48a5]I-i-[/color]" sputtering on her own words, "[color=ff48a5]I'm sorry I didn't mean to come in here I'm sorry it's just today is hard and I shouldn't be here and I can't do this and I'm sorry.[/color]" She said, a bit more quickly than even she herself could process. One part of her wanted to leave and head backj out, and not impose on literally anybody right now, but she honestly couldn't force herself to move, feeling stuck in place, and shivering with fear, self loathing, and doubt.