[hr][hr][center][h1][color=b00000]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/ba82aa2913690e8618044fd7b19d6854/tumblr_inline_mxyv5zdXjg1sqo944.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights: Courtyard – The Block Party
[b]Interacting With:[/b] JD [@Xtreme][/center][hr]	Lana had been standing on her own, just watching the things going on around her. She still had a cup of vodka in her hand that she hadn't drank but not because she didn't want to, but because she was too busy taking in everything around her. Her attention was only drawn away when she suddenly felt a hand gripping onto her arm, the movement jolting her cup and spilling some vodka over her hand. Looking to her side she saw JD holding onto her. Her eyebrows rose in surprise (not that anyone would see it through her bangs) and she held onto JD's hand with her free one and gave it a light squeeze as she spoke to her. [color=B00000]"Hey, JD, you okay? C'mon lets get you a seat..."[/color] 

	Guiding JD to somewhere away from the scene of the body, Lana let her get herself settled down before she ran off and grabbed a bottle of water that had been sitting in a cooler. She opened the top and handed it to JD. [color=B00000]"Here you go, you'll need some fluids after a shock. Do you need me to get someone for you? EMT, cop, someone to give you a big man hug? I'm sure our Southern smoker won't mind wrapping his arms around you to make you feel better..."[/color] Maybe the joke would help to unwind whatever was bothering JD, maybe it wouldn't. It was better to try and fail than to never try at all in Lana's mind. She grabbed a nearby chair and shifted it so that she could sit beside JD and keep an eye on her. It looked less suspicious than standing not reacting to the death that had just happened right in front of her.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/h1]
[img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc5fd9MU9o1rnu33n.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights: Courtyard – The Block Party
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Alicia, Caesar, Mediassholes, Riley and Lawson[/center][hr]
	As Lorna watched the coroner coming over to the scene she crinkled her nose at him a little in disgust. She wasn't sure what it was but he just rubbed her the wrong way and she shuddered at the thought of him getting his hands on Danica's body later to carry out the autopsy. He seemed a bit lecherous if she was being honest. Bringing herself back to work mode, Lorna noticed that the gun that Danica had used was odd. Grabbing Alicia and Caesar before they went into work mode, Lorna nodded to the gun and talked in a hushed voice to her adoptive family. [color=olive]"That gun is old, real fuckin' old. Out of circuit and Austrian kind of old. The fuckin' hell does a girl like her have with a gun like that? Reckon there's somethin' fishy goin' on. We'll talk later though, get our insights together."[/color]

	Nodding to them both, Alicia began to deal with a reporter from Channel 6. Amy... something or other from what Lorna could recall. She was never good with full names unless they were unique, this woman just screamed mediocrity above its station and Lorna had no time for shit like that. She saw Alicia drawing her gun and Lorna felt the need to intervene before Alicia put a bullet in someone. Then she saw the woman spitting at Alicia's feet and Lorna squared her shoulders off as she moved forward and placed a hand on Amy's shoulder. [color=olive]"Ma'am spitting at security personal can be misconstrued as aggressive behaviour. If you could kindly take a step back over the barricade and out of the crime scene I'd be much obliged and can overlook the aggression towards my colleague."[/color]

	"Get out of my fucking way. I have a story to deliver!" The lights on the camera blinked red and Lorna rolled her neck, cracking it before cracking her knuckles. She stood behind Amy Adams as she began to talk into the camera. Lorna blocked the view to the crime scene and narrowed her eyes as Amy began to speak into the lens. "I am here at Boston Heights where history repeats itse--- HEY!" Lorna had grabbed Amy from behind and held her in an arm lock that was not the most flattering of kinds. Her face was pressed into her neckline and went red in anger and embarrassment as her face was broadcasted live on air like that. Lorna stepped forward, forcing Amy Adams closer to the lens. 

	"LET ME GO YOU GOD DAMN CRAZY BITCH!"

	[color=olive]"You're on the air ma'am, do you really think that language is appropriate? Think of the children."[/color]

	"WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T MAN HANDLING ME!"

	[color=olive]"Well maybe if you weren't interfering in a crime scene I wouldn't have to. Switch that camera off!"[/color] She peeked around and growled at the camera man who quickly switched it off and lifted it off of his shoulder while Amy Adams squirmed in Lorna's grip. Moving her closer to the barricade limits, Lorna practically threw her over the fence and she watched her tumble down onto the ground, her hands clambering to get herself back on her feet. Amy brushed herself off and huffed at Lorna in indignation and stayed behind the barricade with her camera man who did not require the man handling approach.

	Satisfied with her efforts, Lorna moved back into the scene and made sure the barricades and perimeters were all set in place with people guarding any entrance points by anyone that was willing to help. She ensured people were prepared and content to deal with what they had to do. She then spotted a nearby ambulance being swarmed by media. She thought she heard a familiar voice coming from that direction and she walked over to Alicia before heading that way. [color=olive]"I've checked the perimeter, set up guards where possible with willing volunteers. Gonna check out what the fuck is happening at that EMT. Media are swarming like loc-ass-ts. Be back once I disperse them."[/color]

	As she made her way over she heard a voice that was definitely familiar. Lawson was there and had dispersed the worst of the media from the EMT area. Grinning to herself, Lorna still made her way over and began to order the media away, showing them to the barricades and scowling at those that didn't appear to be listening. When she got to the van, she saw Riley being cleaned up and she raised an eyebrow. That was why it was swarmed, a celebrity casualty at a murder hot spot 6 months on from a previous murder. Sounds about right. Walking over, Lorna nodded to Riley. [color=olive]"Doin' okay? Hope you weren't too hurt. I've told the news crews to keep the fuck away before I decide to make them eat asphalt."[/color]

	Glancing over to Lawson, Lorna gave him a quick wink and then scowled as she heard the tell tale clicking of camera shutters. [color=olive]"Excuse me a sec."[/color] Lorna marched straight over to the paparazzo that was the source and placed a hand on her gun. 

	[color=olive]"Excuse me, gonna have to ask you to put that camera away as this is an ongoing crime scene investigation. The barrier is in [i]that[/i] direction."[/color] She pointed towards the area that was a good five metres back the way from where the [url=https://cdn.fstoppers.com/styles/full/s3/media/2015/12/richard-johnson-photographer-portrait-without-camera-2.jpg]photographer[/url] was currently positioned. 

	"Nah, I'm good here. Getting the money shots!"

	[color=olive]"I am going to have to ask you again to move away, sir."[/color] Lorna stepped in his shot causing him to groan and remove the camera from his face.

	"No. Now move the hell out of the way! You're blocking my shots." He tried to shoot around Lorna but she just moved with his movements.

	[color=olive]"Final warning. Step back to the other barrier or I will be forced to act."[/color]

	"I fucking said shift! Or does your stupid fucking meat head not hear sounds right after all those gun shots fired near your head?

	Her jaw tensed and Lorna rolled her eyes before grabbing the camera as the man raised it back to his face. She pushed the camera back enough to hurt his eye but not badly damage it before yanking it from the support lanyard that held it around his neck. The camera plunged to the ground and glass and plastic alike shattered as it hit the concrete paving. The photographer went red in the face and began to shout and scream at Lorna, profanities spouting as she stood there and took it. She waited and waited, taking every word that came out of his mouth and as soon as his fist balled up and aimed for her face she was ready.

	Lorna grabbed his fist and twisted his arm downwards and spun around as she pulled him forward, over the barricade where he landed face first onto the ground. Lorna swiftly turned herself around and held his arm behind his back before she yanked him back up onto his feet where she forcefully guided him to the main barrier where she released him and handed him a card with her personal details on it. [color=olive]"Bill me for the camera, dipstick."[/color] She then turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the photographer gawking as she massaged his shoulder and wrist, his face slowly reddening where the camera had hit. She made her way back to the EMT and smiled to Riley and Lawson. [color=olive]"Sorry, duty calls. I'll check in on you later. Lawson, thanks for chasin' most of the media away. I better get back to work."[/color]

	Heading back to her post, Lorna growled and made half steps towards some reporters and camera crew that got a little too ballsy with the barrier limits as she passed them. She loved her job sometimes.[hr]