<div class="floatright">(http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/Angie+Labcoat.JPG)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Angie Hart, RN<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Beach<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone at the Beach<br/><br/>Angelia was both relieved and annoyed that more people were arriving on the beach. Relieved that more people meant less time to dwell on the awful events. Annoyed that she'd probably be the one who had to corral everyone back onto campus. Physical safety was not really on her mind save for the nagging thought that whatever did this might return, but emotional safety certainly was paramount at this point. The redhead at least was having trouble composing herself. Recognizing a fellow faculty member from the orientation meetings, Angie went over to her as she spoke.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146211.msg6704458#msg6704458">Quote from: angelic traces on 04-08-2012, 08:30:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Some kid told me there was a <em>thing</em> and he seemed really freaked out. Did something happen?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I didn't see a 'thing', but think I can tell you with certainty that something happened here. I believe that each of these scorch marks represents someone that died here today." She said the words through a lump in her throat. Most of those had been teenagers cut down much too early.  "We're going to need to get these students out of here. The redhead seems a little catatonic. Would you mind talking to her? If we can just get her to go to the cart, then..."<br/><br/>Her words were interrupted just then as another student ran out onto the beach. She sighed a simple plea to Miss Whitaker. "Oh for Pete's sake...We need to get these kids out of here." Angie's mistake in enlisting students to help was still haunting her - It was the third girl who had been in the coffee shop with the other two.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146211.msg6708115#msg6708115">Quote from: Vaulera on 04-08-2012, 23:26:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Where are the corpses? Do you know how they were killed?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angie shook her head at the girl. "There's nothing left. We need to move now, out of the way of the police. Perhaps you can talk to your red haired friend?"<br/><br/>Angie herself was amazed at how calm and authoritative she was being, but something inside her knew that in crisis, some people couldn't function without a clear set of instructions. If they were fine without being told what to do, Angie was sure they'd tell her, but for now, her goal was to get people off the beach - if for no other reason than to preserve their sanity.<br/><br/>She reflected again on the strange manifestation that had come from the dying boy. It reminded me of an old story about a warrior named Tren... Tron... Train. The details were still fuzzy, but she was sure she'd heard it long ago. She made a mental note to look through her books when she returned to her apartment. In her mind's eye she could swear she saw her father reading to her from a very old dark maroon leather-bound book. It was a twenty year old memory, from a time when she was home sick from school.