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I love how autocorrect totally butchered my last message. -_-
Hey Professor, I'm going to give the others a chance to post before I respond, do that they can text in character rather than having to make up a reason as to why they are just standing there xD
Has everyone posted?
We'll go with that. I'll edit the bio and the post.

EDIT: Or, to make it easier, Mathew could come through one of those other tears, like the accidental ones that play the music? Just a thought. Doesn't matter to me.
I asked and no one answered. I can edit the character, the post, or anything. I'm sorry if I caused any trouble!

For Clarence: I am headed to bed, so if anything is wrong with my post just go by what shouldbe and I'll fix it when I get up!
Clarence walks slowly towards the buildings, deducing these would be the most logical places to hide. He stayed in the shadows as best he could, peeking in a few windows. He followed the sidewalk, almost ready to give up and have the rest of the department do a search when a spark of electricity caught his eye. A smirk appeared on his face as he raised his pistol in a defensive position. He approached cautiously, trying to assess the situation. Either he was stumbling onto a burglary in progress or the hideout of the murderer. He opened the door slowly, sliding into cover as he listened. There was a group inside, consisting of about- That's when Clarence spotted him. The Dreaded Crow, unfortunately with his mask still on. Clarence couldn't let him escape, as he was in the top 5 most wanted. It sounded like they were talking about a.. stake-out? Unless it was simply part of another crime. Clarence recognized a few faces, but he could not place names with them. He had to act now, whether that was arresting them now or following them. Time seemed to slow as his mind reeled, considering his options. If he waited to act, The Dreaded Crow might slip through his fingers once more; however, he could stop them all in whatever they were planning. On the other hand, he could act now and guarantee an arrest.. Unless the others fought back for the freedom of their comrade. They didn't about 75% of the time, but would this be the time that they did? He readied Return to Sender in his left hand, before stepping out of the shadows, his gun raised. "Everybody freeze!" He knew he should have brought along the shotgun, the pistol not feeling adequate for this situation. But he had made his choice, and would face the benefits or the consequences. He wasn't concerned about the others, only Him. He kept the pistol aimed at the masked mans skull. Anyone that had to hide behind a mask was up to no good, that was a fact. He waited to see their response, waiting to see if he had made the correct choice.
Clarence would probably shoot a Big Daddy on sight, or be frozen in fascination and terror.. And The Physician would be highly interested in the newcomers. I want to make another post as Clarence, but I don't want to interrupt and I don't know how to proceed without interrupting.
The dripping of water from the rusty pipes echoes through the halls of Rapture. The ocean water outside of the glass covering the walls with a blue hue, which some may consider beautiful. This beauty is muted by the sounds of feet, running through the shell of the once great city. The woman runs, glancing behind herself to try to catch a glimpse of her pursuer. Her escape leads her past writing on a wall, which she does not waste time reading. The words are written in a dark orange, which has faded over time. The phrase they make is simple, "The Physician will cure us all." The woman reaches a doorway, one that should open at her mere presence. But it remains shut, trapping her like an animal. She turns slowly, and sees the dark figure at the end of the hallway, blocking her exit. She raises her revolver, aiming it shakily at the man. She gulped, blinking a few times... and the man is gone. Her eyes widen, searching desperately for the assailant. She took a few steps forward, the mask she is blocking the peripheral vision. But behind her, in a flash, the man in the plague doctor mask breaths calmly. Reaching out, a needle pierces into her skin and a fluid begins to be pumped through her blood. The world goes blurry, and she collapses into a heap on the group. Her eyes dart open, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She attempts to sit up, but if held down by something. Looking down reveals that she is trapped to what appears to be an operation table. Nearby, the man stands over a dolly, looking down at what appears to be metal. He reaches down slowly, and picks up a small instrument. He turns, and tilts his head at her. She glances down at his hands and spots the instrument, a scalpel, being heated by his left hand using what appears to be Incinerate. After a moment, he walks forward and leans over her. He speaks in whisper, the mask centimeters from her face. "I will cure you of your malady." He readies the scalpel over her stomach. "Hold still... This may be painful for you." The sounds of screaming can be heard throughout the hallways for what seems an eternity, followed by a deafening silence.
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