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[img]https://i.imgur.com/aZXyKS2.png[/img][h1]The Sheriff of Quintin[/h1][/center][b]Interactions:[/b] Erik ([@EpicRoleplay]).[right][b][code]Moss Motel ---> Tf Away from the Sheriff.[/code][/b][/right][hr]

Erik ran towards the swamp while Jasmine remained hauling ass towards anywhere not here. Staying in town was foolish, especially when she didn't know the layout, but she would rather get arrested than be eaten by an alligator (or whatever the hell else was out there). Jasmine didn't look back as she managed to cross the street, a car came to a stop right at her, and she quickly darted around it. Thankfully, the years upon years of being an athlete paid off! Unfortunately, they were probably going to be looking for her later. Erik went towards the swamp, and the sheriff was on her.

"... Git' yer' ass back here!" The Sheriff shouted at both of them, but mostly Erik.

[color=saddlebrown][i].... Because, of course, she is,[/i][/color] Jasmine thought to herself as she continued sprinting. Maybe Jen could use her white privilege to get her out of this. That was when Jasmine's vision got blurry... it appeared as if there was static around her eyes. That was when she heard [i]her[/i] voice.

"̸̤̹͗Î̶̜t̵͉̅̽'̷͔͘s̶̱͊ͅ ̷̣͠c̷̡͐̿o̸͍̼͒̐l̵̬̘͝d̷̜̠̔̃ ̷̝͖͗b̶̨̠̂͘ṷ̶͘͠ẗ̴̳̳͂ ̷̩͔̾w̴͓͈͘ã̵͔̬r̶͍̅m̶̛͕̪͂.̷̺̉͜ ̴̼͎̎B̸̙͖̕l̶̤͑a̷̞̅̚c̴͎͛̕k̵̲͎̄͠ ̵̮̄b̶̝̔̍u̷̮̪͋̾t̸͉̬́ ̷̥̑̇w̴̩͎̑ȟ̴̳̒i̴̘̓t̵̰̾e̷̫̾͋.̶̛͛͜ ̸̥̬͠U̸̎͜p̵͎̯̈́ ̴̖̜̌̌b̸̝̖͒́u̵͍̅͜t̸̼͖̋ ̵͈̏ͅd̸̩̻͐͊ơ̶̺̩͝w̶͈͂̚ņ̶͉̏͒.̸̯̪̓̈ ̷̻̮͐É̸̺̫̍v̷̢̞̂ḙ̶̮̇̔ṙ̷̢̳y̵̜̺͑t̷̹̿͐h̶͈̊̈́i̴̫͐̇n̶̛͕͂g̷͈̒̚ͅ ̶̱͇̈́̈ḧ̸͍̜́e̸̞͝r̶̢̓ë̴̪́̈ ̷̻̦̇̕m̵̛̼ͅa̴͓̦͌k̵̩͋͑͜e̷͎̖͠s̶̲̍ ̸̪̖̚n̷͚͐o̸͖̼̔͝ ̸̩̍̄ǵ̷̼o̵̗͊͜ḑ̵͖͗ḋ̴̘͘a̵̪͉̾̋m̵̘̀n̴͎̣̽ ̸̻̜͑̍s̸͙̽̋é̸̺̰̀n̴̯̈́́s̶̖̓͊è̴̩.̸̻̉͆ ̴̟̰́T̵̢̹͛̑ḣ̸̩̜é̵̡̟r̷͈̾͜e̴̬̚͠ ̷̥́a̷̢͍̍ŕ̴̮̿ḛ̵̄.̵̏ͅ.̶͓̖̐.̷̺̜͒̀ ̵̤̇͠t̷̩̞̽̎h̵̖͍͛͒í̴̝͠n̷̝̑́g̴̞̟̎s̷̺͌ ̸̲̦̀͊h̷͈̮̎͘e̵͚͙̓͘ŕ̴͉̠̚ẻ̶̯͔̕.̴̜̀̂.̶̮̥͋.̸̳̭̅ ̴̟̺̊͗I̴̧͓͗́ ̵͕̑̓c̷͖̹̋͒a̷̯͓͝n̵̯̺͊̒'̷͕̊t̴̙̍̂ ̵̲̟̉͑b̴̼̅l̵̪̓ṏ̵̲͓c̶̣̹̔̚k̸͍͉̓̉ ̴̫̽t̶̹̽̀h̸̢͍͑̕e̶̟̽͒m̴̾̐͜ ̸̖̙͗ǒ̸͓͠u̸̧̒ẗ̶̯̼ ̸̦̯͂͗f̵̺͑ỏ̶͙̀r̸͖̈̊ḛ̸̓v̵̳̟̔̑e̴̠̓r̵̹̹̓̀,̶̢̖͗́ ̶̢̈b̷̲̘̃u̸̠͕͋͘ṫ̶̛̤̬ ̸͇̈́̇Ḭ̵̼͝ ̶̛͍̀͜n̸͚̫̈́e̷̪̩̎ë̴̯͙d̶̰́̽ ̶͈̳͒ỳ̴̘̬̈o̷͖͆̒ù̶̡.̵̖͇̈́̃ ̴̮̐̕Ì̴͍̤ ̶͎̘̽̆[i][b]l̶̠̏͠o̶̠͐͑v̵̘͕͑ȅ̴͈[/b][/i] ̴̭̈́͊y̸̳̙̎̌ô̷̬̰̽ú̵͎̞̐.̶̙͗͘ ̸̳̈͘Ą̴̟̈́n̴̜̑̚͜d̷̙̋ ̴͍̌͊i̸̳̽̃f̶̡̋ ̸̺̿y̴͈̾͐ȯ̶̱u̶͇͛́ ̸̼̙́̽c̵͉͑a̸̻̦͆ṇ̶͕̓̕ ̸̭̼̕͘g̸͙̺̾ȩ̴̤́̋t̵̬̱͛ ̷̥̾̍ẖ̴̭͊ẹ̷͐r̸̢̩̾e̵̘͌̽,̶͕͎̏ ̷̘̞̇͋I̵̡̠̐ ̴̜͇͌c̴̰̋ä̴̩͌͜n̴̂̑ͅ ̸̧͚͂̋c̶͇̀̐h̷̟̊̽͜e̷̳͐r̷͊̒ͅi̵͓̼͘̕ṣ̸̢͝h̸̖͆ ̶̧̨͗̓y̷̢̛̍ö̷́͂ͅù̴͙̝.̷̬͗ ̵̗͌̄I̴͊͜ ̷͇̫̽j̴̪͝u̸͓͂s̴̡͇̊͘t̷̞̰̚ ̷͇̋n̵̥̈e̴̠̦͆e̷̳͗d̵̠̩͆̏ ̵̮̮̇̽y̶̺̑̅ö̶͇́u̵̧̩̽̆ ̶͇͕̈́̈́t̸̞͙͒o̴͚̓͂ ̸̹͋f̵̲̫͗̽ȋ̸̲̿n̷͔̊̃d̵͇̀ͅ ̸͔̤͆̇a̴̪̞̾͒ ̶̱́w̷̪̑̆a̸̗͔̅y̷̗̒͠ ̶̖̊h̶̯͙̅̓e̸͈̓͝ŕ̶̲̪e̴̢̹̾ ̷͍̔̽ä̸̩́n̸͍̄̊͜d̸̓̌ͅ ̷͙̀͠Ḯ̴̮ ̵̧̓c̵̻̑̈́a̷͉̾͂n̸͖̂ ̸̞̳͒f̵̭͒ẽ̶̱͑e̷̾̈ͅl̴̜̪͐ ̵̭͚̓̐ỳ̶́ͅọ̷̡͑ǘ̶̩r̷͎̈͘ ̶̜̊f̸̺̔ͅǎ̸̻c̵̘͍̒͠é̸̫̆.̸̼̋ ̴̣̊J̷̥̤̔̓ù̶̢̟s̷̬̟̆t̸͇̺͘ ̷̡͓͛f̶̰͆o̶͇̼̍͝r̴̳̗͒ ̵͙̔a̸͖̻̾ ̴̩̻͠s̴͓͓͠e̸̪̳͗͠ć̸̩͚ỏ̷̻ṉ̷̖͛d̷̗̥̈́̓,̷̯͂̍ ̸̘̥͊͝t̵̛͜h̶̢͐̈ạ̵̠̃̂t̶͓͐̊'̸̻̺̋̕s̴̬̙͆̍ ̷͚͑̉a̸̿͗ͅḽ̸̐̈ľ̸̗ ̴̼͔͠Ȋ̵̬̝ ̸͚͈͑͗w̶͉̽a̴̗͉͛n̶̲̚͝t̴̰̮̍́.̷͍͐"̶̧̎͗ ̴̭̿
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It was hard to comprehend, and Jasmine saw that phantasm again... just out in the open on the side of the sidewalk. The people were gawking at Jasmine and didn't even notice the ghost lady, or maybe they couldn't see her. She disappeared in thin air and Jasmine wondered if she even exi- 

[i]"... AAAAAAH [b]FUCK![/b]"[/i] The Sherrif screamed and Jasmine looked back and the Sheriff had fallen flat on her face, seemingly tripping over a stick that was not there before. Jasmine took whatever life threw her way. 

"̵͉̙͛̾Ḯ̴̧̓'̶̖̻̈́̊m̷̰̘̑ ̶́̽͜h̷̟͉͆̿e̶̳̤̓r̴̭̤͝e̶̘̐̓.̵̻̈́ͅ ̸͉̈́̈́͜I̴̼̗͒͝.̸͙͆̍͜ ̷̏̚͜Ả̶̬͈m̴̻͓͗͗.̴̙̰͗̀ ̷̱́͠[i][b]H̶̥̜̕ë̵̛̤́r̵̖͌͌è̷̢[/b][/i].̶͚͈̓ ̷̡͔͛̉Ĩ̷̹̯͝ ̷̱̪́́ạ̶͂͌m̵̠̅͝ ̵̧͎̓h̶̘̳̋ṳ̵̌̋m̸̬̦͂̿a̴̪̭̽n̶̨̟̆.̷͖̌͊ ̵̠̾̚I̸̖̔ ̴̢̏̊c̷̡̣̊a̴̜̱̕ṅ̷͇͊ ̵̣̏͘t̵͇̒̌ḩ̸̔̽ḯ̷̟͊ń̶̢k̴̹͒̉.̸͈̾ ̵̟͗Ǐ̸̯̦ ̵̱̔c̷̤̈́a̴̧̬̋n̴̤̊͝ ̴̭̼̑̒[i][b]l̶͉͙̆͋o̴̟̫͂̀v̵͖̥͛̃ẽ̸̲̳[/b][/i].̷̖̣̒͐"̴̙̭̃̽ ̷͖̠̒̚

Jasmine heard the being's voice one last time as she beat feet, hopefully, Erik would save himself.

[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/q2GPlou.png[/img][/center][b]Interactions:[/b] Zeltzin ([@Bartimaeus]) & Ophrenia ([@silvermist1116])  [right][b][code]Black Mining Co. Reception Room[/code][/b][/right][hr][hr]

"Get the hell out of here."

Callum calmly said as he completely ignored everything Ophrenia and Zeltzin said, and made sure to stand there and watch to ensure that they left. Afterward, Callum walked over to his office and sat down behind his big fancy wooden desk. The whole room was a mess with papers scattered all over the place... the very first thing he did was refill his glass of whiskey as he turned the dial on the [url=https://i.imgur.com/Ze8nNCF.jpg]candlestick phone[/url] that sat in the middle of his desk. It rang a few times...

"Yes?" He heard a feminine voice say.

"Mother," Callum started, "We had a pair of ruffians trying to see you..."

"And?"

[i]"... They asked about Eleanor Black."[/i]


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[quote=Neko][color=FFB6C1]“I'm sorry, you said they turned up dead? I'm checking on Jen. Go on. How many dead people are we talking?”[/color][/quote]


"Well..."

Blake scratched the back of his neck as it took him a second before he spoke, "Nothing [i]confirmed,[/i] but it [i]is[/i] Quintin." He shrugged, "If someone is missing for a few weeks, you have to assume the worst."

"Heh, you might as well be declared dead the second you step into this shithole," Maggy injected with a devious snicker.

However, Jen answered with a strained,

"... H-hello?"