[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Amy Chang[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://az616578.vo.msecnd.net/files/2016/05/16/635990210541662071-1108165160_8.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Altsoba Memorial
[b]Interacting With:[/b] A fucking idiot[hr][hr][/center]

	Harnessing a southern bell Amy shook her head and spat out, [color=a187be]"Aww hell naw!"[/color] she said as she took several steps back and behind the nurses station desk. Thing about Amy, she wasn't one to hold back. She said everything that was on her mind, everything. She didn't like something, people knew it. She liked something, people knew it. The only thing she really didn't speak about was that she actually did give a damn about people underneath it all. The woman didn't have a filter so while all the things she never said came to her mind it wasn't a frightening thing oddly enough. Maybe a bit embarrassing and even cheek warming it wasn't something that was going to make her cringe. 

	[color=a187be]"Well this is just fucking great. Seems my Jimmy Cricket wants to say hello,"[/color] she muttered to herself as she ducked down and kept her eyes off the light. With all the shit going down the last thing she was going to do was "look into the light" - yeah she had seen poltergeist. She saw what happened when people went for the light. All types of horrible shit and while a week ago she played those flicks off as nothing but mumbo jumbo after the shit she had seen over the last twenty four hours she wasn't about to pull the "dumb fucking broad" in a horror flick moment. 

	You know the one, they walk into the room with the chain saws hanging about and think it is a good place to hide. The dumb bitch who runs through the house and never locks one damn door. Who stands there horrified when all the bitch had to do was turn and run. The one who always walks backwards and trips because backwards walking bitches always be tripping. She had no idea it was Lucifer in her head and even if she had she probably would have passed it off that she needed a drink because seriously, just give the woman a glass of wine and she's okay. 

	[color=a187be]"Cut the fucking light show and just goddamn die already,"[/color] Amy spat as she waited for the light to die before popping her head back up. 
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Danica Graves[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mch9wcsgen1qgwf7j.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Alistair Apartments -> Police Station
[b]Interacting With:[/b] That mangy mutt (I am waiting for Scooby and the Gang to show up now...)[hr][hr][/center]

	Danica notes the laptop with the sticky note but she doesn't want to stay hanging out there too long. Instead she closes the laptop and shoves it into her bag. Gathering a few more thing she walks over to the door and whistles for the dog. If he comes with her he does, if not she heads out anyways and locks the door behind her. Pocketing the key for later just in case. Unlocking her bike she jumps on it and peddles off. 

	She isn't about to hang around some stranger apartment. Sure she just committed a petty theft but it was better than holding up there for a while and risk one angry bitch coming back home and a fight breaking out. She still had more she wanted to investigate so she figured her best bet was to check in at the police station and see if there had been any word about the detective she had been looking for the night before. If not she would head to the hospital and then the morgue. She figured it was her best path to follow at this point. 

	Riding through town she shook her head at the sights before pulling up to the police station and locking her bike back up. Walking up the steps she stepped inside and glanced around for before walking up to the desk and smirked a bit as she popped a bubble with her chewing gum. First person she spotted she grinned at. [color=82ca9d]"Hey, looking for a Detective Hanson. Anyway you could Oooom Bop me to where he is? Been looking since last night."[/color]