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[center][h1][color=#e31e1e]Constance Monroe[/color][/h1]
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[color=#e31e1e]Location[/color]: [color=#1C402E]The Evergreen Room[/color]
[color=#e31e1e]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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Constance walked into the lounge and looked over at the selection of food and drinks before her and sighed softly. Not that she had much of an appetite in the morning to begin with, but this morning she had even [i]less[/i] of one than usual. She decided to pick out a small cup of fruit and a cup of coffee, and then took a seat and started to pick at the fruit.

She was a bit in her mind as she picked that she almost missed that someone was talking to her. She looked over and blinked as she realized the gentleman that had been wearing the wildly inappropriate outfit to dinner the night before was talking to her, asking her how she was. Drat, had she done a poor job on her make up? Or was he just asking to strike up a conversation? 

Maybe this was her chance. To get more information from someone. He even gave her an in. Bad history indeed. 

[color=#e31e1e]”Ah, bad history is a way to put it. I have that as well. I had my own experience with death far too early in life. I’m holding up as well as one can expect. What about yourself?”[/color] She lifted her coffee and took a sip, letting the bitter liquid give her incentive to keep going. 

Sam gave Constance a tight lipped smile. [Color=a6fef2]”Honestly? I had a panic attack…fully broke down for a moment but…I'm here, and I can't exactly change that so…”[/color] His gaze dropped down to his Orange Juice, spying into it as if it would somehow foretell the coming events. But all it showed back was its yellowish sheen before he finally took a sip.

[color=#e31e1e]”Mmmm yes, it does seem for the moment we’re all here, and all stuck inside for the day. I am sorry about your panic attack. Did you have someone to help you through it?”[/color] Constance took another sip of her coffee before setting the cup down on its saucer and letting it clink softly. She was curious to his answer, mostly to see if there was someone he already trusted. 

[Color=a6fef2]”Millicent did. I'm sorry to hear your ‘bad history’ as well. Did you want to talk about it? Or even…this?”[/color] Sometimes talking about things made it easier, with time of course. Maybe this would be like that as well? 

Constance stiffened for a moment at that and paused, before she took a breath and then spoke. [color=#e31e1e]”I wish I hadn’t been so rude to her. I… we were sharing a bathroom and I blocked her from it yesterday. Before dinner. I judged her for being a teacher. And now… I just wish I could apologize.”[/color] 

Sam wanted to take her hand in his. He could sympathize with the idea of wanting to apologize to those who departed. His hand reached forward slightly before pausing and coming back to his own side, wedging both his hands between his legs. [Color=a6fef2]”That's…harsh. But maybe I could help? I mean, if you believe in the paranormal at all that is.”[/color]

[color=#e31e1e]”Ha… I do apologize. However, I have no belief in that. Otherwise I might have spoken to my father ages ago…”[/color] Constance felt the color slip from her face as she slipped up. Why had she said that so easily! And brought up her father again for the second time that day. If she kept that up, she was going to try again, and all the make up work, for nothing! 

[Color=a6fef2]”Hey no need to apologize for that. I mean that’s part of what my channel is…was, um about. To help those that don't believe, believe. Though it helps to have people who are skeptical join in on an investigation so they can see with their own eyes. Funny enough, I started ghost hunting in an attempt to contact a father figure who passed away at a young age too…”[/color]]

Constance felt her eyebrow raise a bit at that. [color=#e31e1e]”Was? Do you mean it changed?”[/color]

[Color=a6fef2]”Its on a hiatus. Wanted to do something big for hitting a milestone on the channel but that takes time so till then, its on pause.”[/color] Sam answered before stuffing his face with food once more. [Color=a6fef2][i] fuck Fuck FUck FUCk FUCK![/i][/color]

[color=#e31e1e]”Ah, that makes sense. I can relate to doing a ghost hunt for a father figure though. My father passed when I was ten, but well, never got any sign of him lingering. That’s why I’m having a hard time today.”[/color] Constance picked up her coffee and took another sip and looked at Sam. She got the sense he was hiding [i]something[/i] but wasn’t sure how to bring up the theory she and Tony were working on. She needed something to work with. Anything at all. How could she swing the conversation?

[Color=a6fef2]”Well, it may not be your father but…there was a sign of someone lingering today. I think it was Renee.”[/color] His voice was low, hushed down enough for only the pair to hear. [Color=a6fef2]”After I went back up, well…Miguel is missing as well. I went to check up on him and he wasn't there. Only a few items missing so either he's roaming about the Château or he's MIA. But one of the item's he took was a spirit box. I thought maybe he was trying to signal me something, so I got my own, albeit a bit more advanced one, and someone came through it. Only one word, but clear as day before it fell silent once more.”[/color]

[color=#e31e1e]”What did the box say?”[/color] Constance lowered her voice as well and leaned in close at that point, and her eyebrows furrowed at that point. Someone else was missing? Miguel… Miguel… Oh! He had been the one to punch Lawrence the first time. First Renee now Miguel? She didn’t like that pattern, and the fact that the two people that had put Lawrence in his place were now dead and missing. 

[Color=a6fef2]”Murdered”[/color] 

Well, that confirmed what she and Tony had been talking about earlier… If it [i]had[/i] been Renee talking. If Constance was letting herself buy into this spirit talk. [color=#e31e1e]”Sam, I’m going to ask you something, and don’t take this the wrong way. Was there something in your room when you arrived?”[/color] She dropped her voice to the lowest whisper she could muster, her eyes meeting his. 

Sam looked to his left and right with only his eyes. [Color=a6fef2]”Youre not the first to ask that question. So can I assume you also received your [i]welcome package[/i]. It seemed to have a lot of information for us.”[/color] He hoped she would understand his meaning. More so he didn't want to involve Millicent's name until he absolutely had to. It wasn't his secret to tell.

Well, that confirmed that theory she and Tony had been working on. Seems that the guests had secrets and someone was using those secrets against them. She lifted her cup and took another sip of her coffee. [color=#e31e1e]”Both Tony and I did. We’re thinking everyone got a lot of information in their welcome package.”[/color] She would have to pass on this code to Tony, it was quite handy. 

[Color=a6fef2][i]Oooooo Bingo![/i][/color] Maybe Sam wasn't as bad at this sleuthing as he thought he was. It appeared Tony himself also had a few skeletons in his closet then. But how would that connect to his examination earlier? [Color=a6fef2]”So far it seems like it.”[/color] Though now he was beginning to feel like the odd man out. He only received a post it note with barely anything on it. Everyone else so far seemed to have some odd string to tug on. Why?

[color=#e31e1e]”It seems then, we should all work together. If you know anyone else that got that lovely info in the welcome package, let them know that we should chat later then.”[/color] Constance finished her coffee, letting the last bitter notes flood her mouth. So much blackmail, this really [i]was[/i] turning into some bloody cliche and she wasn’t enjoying it. Someone had brought her here to make a mockery of her, and she would not stand for it once she found out who.