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(My CS is done and ready for review, please forgive my double post.)

I'm working on a character sheet for this now. I hope to have it done tonight.
((Accidental double post during forum problems))
Estelle Victoria Gennings


Estelle possibly could have gone unnoticed, if not for the grating sound of compacted snow beneath her boots as she casually approached the scene. She peered all the way down her nose to the crumpled mess on the ground, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. Unable to make out their identity, she listened to the stifled panic and murmurs floating around to catch a name for the pile of offal and blood.

It was a fruitless effort. She heard snippets of words and phrases. Something of a doctor and jumping, of phone calls to police or an ambulance. What she heard most was surprise, panic and fear. A laugh didn't escape her, nor a smile across her lips, though she found the whole event to be a funny thing. Arkham was a giant anomaly, subject to strange happenings every day, and still it's subjects were surprised by the outlandish events. They ignore the bizarre right before them, just as a carriage horse will ignore the pedestrian traffic with it's blinders on the sides. Good thing I chose psychiatry, there are plenty of loons here.

A focused moment produced a name, however. Atkins. Atkins...yes. She had heard of him before, though very little. In a town like this, you hear a little about everyone. But had she heard enough to care about him? No, not really. On the contrary, this Dr. Atkins had done more for her than anyone would know, on the contrary. In jumping from the roof of the university, he had stirred up her day to provide something akin to intrigue. In addition, and much to her chagrin, his death had also provided an adequate distraction from the fact that she was, indeed, a couple minutes late.

With a parting glance, Estelle made her way around the mass of hysteria, and searched instead for the entrance to the university or perhaps someone she knew.
Oh, almost forgot to mention here that Estelle is officially posted in.
Estelle Victoria Gennings


Physical State: Underfed.
Mental State: Dreary but sane.


Reach into your purse. Yes, the keys are where they should be. Lock the door and get a move on, no time to waste. The metallic jingling of her apartment keys sounded through the chilled winter air, though jolly they most certainly were not. Huffing out a clouded breath into the wind, she placed her keys back in her bag and turned to face the world. Snow, lovely, right?

Being a few minutes late was not something Estelle had planned for, though the figures were especially insistent this morning that she stay inside, away from...what? She couldn't tell. A bath, a dress, knee socks, laced boots, a long winter coat, gloves, hat, all accompanied with a cup of black coffee. The morning called for nothing else, though those few minutes would make all the difference, of this she was sure.

With the first crunch of the fresh snow under her feet, she could already feel the numbing of her toes within the boots. Still, the sensation was better than the sting of her mother and that house, the house with blood forever staining the floor and echoes of stories past resounding in the halls and corridors. Arkham was the better choice, the more logical choice, the most interesting choice. Her thoughts flooded with a cold still lower than the temperature, and her eyes filled with the gloom of snow clouds overhead, she briskly made her way to Miskatonic University. It wasn't far.

Turning the corner on Lich street, she would have noticed an odd aura sitting on the curb, had it not been for a few shrill screams and the holler of a man in panic to break the stillness of the morning air. Her face remained passive, her pace quickened. Maybe today would be more intriguing than all the others. A new patient, perhaps? No, not today. As she strode alongside the Burial Ground, her eyes scanned the layout, spying a few potential plots for the crimson stain on the pavement ahead of her.
@ONLThank you kindly, will do.
Okay, I finally made that character sheet @ONL!

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