[center] [h2] [color=8493ca]Alice Olson[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=8493ca][b]Location:[/b][/color]Outside the Lumbermill[/center]

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Officer Olson looked on in horror as the man expunged himself of some horrific demonic being. Her life was being turned upside down as his ended, he fell face first into the mud. Alice stood up from the ground, dirt and grass on her back, and on her haft-end. Panting, she watched as the hallucination fled from her vision, flying over the lumbermill. Her eyes fell upon the woman who had probably saved her life. A civilian, from the looks of it. She was about to say something when a scream erupted from out of sight, from the other side of the buildings.

Someone needed help. Stress-induced hallucinations aside, the scream might be real. Maybe another person was being attacked by a hopped-up lumberjack. Her mind unconsciously made corrections to her supernatural encounter, censoring the unexplainable and replacing it with more reasonable substitutes. For example, the fact that dispatch had not responded to her calls for back-up had not been fully processed. It was on the backburner, to be questioned later.

Hearing the scream, the female officer quickly reloaded her gun, entering a fresh mag into her pistol. Alice made eye-contact with the civilian as she rounded a corner to save whoever was in trouble. The mysterious shiny item in the truck nor the convinient arrival of the woman was not forgotten, but there seemed to be more pressing matters.

[color=8493ca]"Dispatch, this is Officer Olson at the Lumbermill. There's... crazy people here! I need backup! [i]Now![/i]"[/color] She shouted into the radio as she ran to try and find the source of the cry for help, boots slamming against the dirt.

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[center] [h2] [color=00aeef]Jennifer Wolgast[/color] [/h2] [/center]

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[center][color=00aeef][b]Location:[/b][/color]Outside of 9th August Street[/center]

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[color=00aeef]"Thank you, so much."[/color] Jenny said. Inside the quiet fear of being left alone subsided. 

As they walked, the car came into view. Being a nurse, she didn't know too much about cars, but she could tell it was older car that had been well-kept.

[color=00aeef]"Wow. It's very nice,"[/color] She said, pausing a beat and then opening the passenger car door. [color=00aeef]"You bought this car somewhere?"[/color] She grunted softly as she slid into the seat, her bare feet tickling against the carpeted interior. Grabbing the buckle of her designated seatbelt, she slid the belt across her torso and connected it to the recieving device with a metallic click She wiggled in the seat, sinking into it, getting comfortable.