[center][i][b][h1][color=a2d39c]Vivian Anastasia Locke [/color][/h1][/b][/i]
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[i][color=fff200]Standing at 5 feet, 4 inches, Vivian has a somewhat oval shaped face, angular by means of her jawbones. Dark brown hair falls to about half-way down her back in natural ringlets. Ice blue eyes contrasting with her pale skin gives the girl the look of determination that goes perfectly with her personality. [/color][/i]

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[color=0054a6][i][b]Age:[/b][/i][/color] Twenty.

[color=0054a6][i][b]Occupation:[/b][/i][/color] Vivian attends the local college in order to get a doctrine in Criminal Psychology. Well, did, before time started repeating, that is.

[color=0054a6][i][b]Repetition:[/b][/i][/color] 379th repetition.

[color=0054a6][i][b]Original 17 May:[/b][/i][/color] [sub]Journal Entry Formation[/sub]


[color=a2d39c]I woke up this morning and everything seemed normal. I hit the alarm at exactly 6 o'clock, took a shower and ate my breakfast just as I always did. And then came time for the news. Turning it on, I realized that the newswoman was reporting the same murder as yesterday. Thinking that it must be a mistake, I sat and watched for a few more minutes. The same news, the same weather. Everything was just the same as yesterday. I quickly stood up and turned off the TV heading out the door and walking down the sidewalk towards the college. And then something strange happened: I bumped into the same man, spilling coffee all the way down his front... just as yesterday. I thought that I must be going crazy and found myself in my classes learning the same things, listening to the same words and then I went home and tried to clear my head as I laid in my bed for the millionth time in my life. There was no explanation for this.[/color]
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