<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 had heard a knock on the front door to the church... which startled her. Seconds later she had heard a scream from outside. Both of which caused her heart to once more start racing as she idly placed a hand on her chest and rolled herself out of view of whoever may be looking inside. She closed her eyes and began to breathe wildly, with tears once more forming in her eye sockets as she could feel her heart rate slamming against her ribcage.</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">After a while she opened her eyes once more and stared up at the ceiling of the church. It was in such a dilapidated state, but it was the only sanctuary she could find herself comfortable in, after-all. The scream she had just heard reminded her of when she awoke in this strange place, and why she ended up running to the sanctuary.</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">She was actually in a house that was so similar to hers at the northern edge of this town. She remembered seeing a couple of figures who looked as if their orifices had drowned in whatever black liquid escaped from their eyes, mouth and nose... hell, she even saw it drain from their ears. She could not understand what this was, and what it meant -- but could only understand she was to become attacked by these entities that seemed to be a wild threat against Elizabeth. Perhaps this unfortunate screaming individual had faced the same?</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">Regardless, she began to silently cry as she slid down the wall once more - meeting her knees to her forehead as she continued to clutch her rosary. Her mind began to race as why she was even here, in whatever city this was. Was there another person who seemed... ill like the others' she had met, at the door? She was terrified to ever find out the possibility... </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">But her emotions simultaneously postponed when she heard a giggle. Her eyes shot up, and she saw a girl... but not her face. Yet she also looked oddly familiar. She waved at Elizabeth, then turned and ran out of sight. This prompted her to jump up, yet her insane levels of adrenaline forced her to stay in place as she heard more knocking at the front of the church door. Her eyes rapidly shot between each place before she knelt down once more. What was she to do?!</span></span></span>​</div>