<div style="text-align: center"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elizabeth "Beth" Thornneton</span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@Murky Hills: Main Street Cathedral.<br/>
w/ No-one Else.<br/>
Carrying Rosary.</span></span></span></b><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">She heard more commotion outside... yet as quickly as it started was as quick as the window next to her started to be broken into with a brick. Elizabeth held her mouth as a woman came through - obviously looking panicked. Immediately, Beth stood up and began to run out of the room... she could not be here with them. Suddenly there was another woman... a woman of color she did not recognize. She was just... there. From nowhere. This brought more panic to Beth as she ran past her and bumped into her shoulder. She stayed silent but continued to run, this time seeing a figure once more towards the end of the cathedrals' back entrance... she paused, noticing it was once more a little girl. She continued to run, this time out of the cathedral as she heavily panted.</span></span></span><br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Monroe</span></span></span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Suddenly she was here.... blinking, she seemed to immediately be in a chaotic scene. A woman brushed by her, knocking her towards the door... from which she shot a gaze behind her. She did not know who this woman was, but she was bolting out of the... whatever building Monroe was now in.<br/>
There were two women who were moving objects nearby into a window, from there seeing a strange man with black liquid coming out of her mouth. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Wh-what the fu..."</span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">As quickly as Monroe reacted was as quick as the stranger ran away. Monroe was speechless, glancing down at her hand with her holding a lantern. Was she always holding this? She could not remember... she could only remember entering a storage unit, but regardless, she held it up before she was addressed. Monroe hesitantly blinked before setting it down and running toward whatever pew was nearby. She handed it to the woman giving orders, peeking over at a blonde, frail woman who looked beyond frightened.</span></span></span>​</div>