<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Missing in Colton, Alabama</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Six a.m. and the residents of Colton, Alabama are preparing for their day. Wives are putting eggs on plates, while children beg for an extra five minutes to sleep in. Husbands are hurriedly shaving in their bathrooms, and the news is blaring in the background. There is a cloud over Colton, one that has been worrying the citizens in the back of their minds for a few weeks now.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #4080FF">"Colton police have still no leads in the missing persons case. As many know, Sarah Jackson, age 25, of Melberry Road--last seen at local grocery store, Mack's, nearly two months ago. For more information... Officials encourage citizens to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity and, as always, exercise precaution when going out. Anyone under eighteen should be accompanied by an adult after 7 p.m. And now for the weather, back to you John..."</span></span><br/><br/>It is muggy outside, the swamps around generating humidity only a southerner would know. Birds tweet restlessly in tree tops, and tractors head out to their fields. It feels cool out, still, as the sun has yet to bombard the town with its angry glare, but the temperature is rising rather quickly. A single school bus makes its way around the small town, picking up Colton's handful of children. The town is a dying place and hasn't grown since the late 1960's, the height of its economic boom. That stability has been fading for years now and there are more closed down buildings and abandon houses than anything else.<br/><br/>The town has one small police station with less than 5 people manning it at any given time with a small fire station attached to it. City Hall is right across the street from the police / fire station, along with a small bank next to it--though it is rarely open. There are two gas stations, one which has a mechanic shop attached to it. They are both run by the same man, and he has the most business in town as everyone needs gas--mostly to drive down to the Greene Street Motel for shady business or into Red Hills, Alabama--a small city about an hour away. There are a few things here and there in the town, but it's mostly over grown yards and fields of crops. A few people own small businesses, but they are hardly thriving and tend to only have customers simply because Red Hills isn't exactly convenient. Money never comes in, money never goes out.<br/><br/>All in all, though, it's usually a friendly place. The people aren't too fond of outsiders, but they aren't the type to turn a man away in need. Most of the residents know each other, attend the same church, go to the high school football games, see each other at the local diner, and have a charm about them that only an old southern town could breed. It's a place of old money, and no money. Not much is in between.<br/><br/>It's the tight knitness of the community that has made the disappearance of Sarah Jackson (f, 25) so alarming. She is more than just a citizen missing; She is family--a beloved member of the community and church. She is a woman that interacted with the other residents of the town everyday...and now she is gone, without a trace. Everyone keeps wondering--what happened to her? Will they ever find her?<br/><br/>Sheriff Jimmy Lorenzo desperately hopes so, though he might have another missing person on his hands....</span><br/><br/>ooc:<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;p=227616#p227616">http://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=23&amp;p=227616#p227616</a>