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     Freddie Lounds is having a hard time containing her excitement, which is exceedingly unusual. She is known for letting no emotions show besides "pure evil" (someone actually told her that once), but now she is staring at her reflection in her rear view mirror as she idles in the parking lot of the Port Haven Psychiatric Facility, steeling her expression into one of detached interest. Nothing more. She will not let this one get away.

     When she is sure she is under control, Freddie slips out of the car and into the parking lot, practicing a sure-footed, clinical walk on the asphalt. She makes it past the front desk and gets instructions to the correct room without incident. The fake ID was almost unnecessary, Freddie thinks as she smiles to herself. The nurse at the front desk had given her the once-over, and Freddie knew she was home safe when the woman spotted her Dansko Clogs. Doctors wear Danskos, and once Freddie figured that out she had bought a pair and used them to sneak into hospitals under the name "Dr. Lounds" ever since. People see those shoes and their assumptions carry her through effortlessly.

     Freddie goes straight through the building, getting lost only once, and takes a deep breath once she reaches the correct door. She raises a fist and taps twice, sharply. She hears an affirmation from inside, and enters. The room is light and airy, and the young woman sitting upright in bed in a white hospital gown looks almost ethereal. Well, except for the expression on her face, which is a mix of apprehension and utter animosity. Freddie likes her immediately.

     "Abigail Hobbs. My name is Freddie Lounds. I'm a reporter." Freddie steps through the door but doesn't close it behind her, approaches the end of the bed but does not extend a hand to shake. She has already picked up the signals Abigail is giving and designed her actions accordingly. "I know what you have been through, and survived, was awful. Well actually, I can't even pretend to understand. I have never experienced such trauma. Few people have. It must be hard, isn't it? To have people pretending to understand you, day after day, when really they have no idea."

I'm estatic to see that the RP has continued while I was gone! It's so far been such a pleasure to read. I'm constantly telling Cecilie how awesome all of you are. *twirls imaginary wine glass in a snooty fashion*

Anyway, I'm back and it's clear that progress can go on even when one person isn't here. I hope that this blog's activity during my absence has made it clear. 

More characters are coming in. Alana's been set up to come in shortly and Freddie will sneak in because there's a crime scene that she's not allowed to see and she doesn't give a shit.

As always, track your usernames so you know when you're needed.

Continue to be  superior beings of RPers. Seriously...what the hell. I read everything and it's just... 

Hello.

You guys might have noticed that we haven't exactly moved ahead in the last few days. If you follow Courtney, you have most likely seen this post informing that she's taking a short break (with a reference to The Jerk if I'm not entirely wrong? These cans are defective!) - which of course means that she is also taking a break from this blog. Which will mean that the roleplay will also be pausing for a little moment.

I can assure all of you that we will be starting again sometime soon. If you have any questions (regarding the roleplay) feel free to contact me on my other blog.

Awakening with a gasp, Will groaned. Rubbing the sweat and sleep from his eyes before sitting up, peeling off the sweat soaked shirt, he stood up on shaky legs. Tiptoeing around dogs he stopped to pull on a new shirt, and his glasses before  finally making it to the door, throwing it open without a word, staring at the person standing there.