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Jack: "Well, that's a very blunt answer. How long has this been going on?"
Jack: "We've been called in to help with issues concerning the church. So, if you don't mind me asking, what is life like in Salem?"
Jack: Turns to face Lanie. "Ah, hello ma'am. I'm Reverend Jack Hale, of Beverly. And you are?"
Jack: "I'll just scratch the surface for now, get a feeling for the town." He says as he begins to walk.
Jack: He flips through a book. "Our best course of action would be conducting interviews with some of the townsfolk, try to find any seedy...
Jack: Stands with Dante. "So this is it... Salem."
(This is my alt guys, probably use it a lot this weekend xD) Witches: Asleep in their beds, tired after a long night in the woods, dancing and...
Jack: He stands alone, reading.
Jack: He continues to skim through the book on medicine, occasionally looking up to see where he is going.
Jack: He walks alone, digging through his medical bag.
(Seriously where are we? XD)
Jack: He sits alone, reading a book on amputation. "Interesting..." He mutters to himself.
(Where should I be?)
Jack: He walks down the road, peeking into the woods.
Jack: He sits alone, bouncing a rubber ball.
Jack: "...not really your business." He says.
Jack: "You all do." He says. "You wouldn't have fangs if you didn't."
Jack: His eyes widen, and he just sits. Tense and frozen.
Jack: He tilts his head away from her. "No blood suckers allowed." He says, his voice having a uncomfortable tone.
Jack: "No, you're not." He says as he slides away from her, pinning himself against the wall.