[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Ashley%20Cunningham&name=Claudette%20aime%20le%20Chocolat.ttf&size=50&style_color=DC143C[/img]
[img]https://49.media.tumblr.com/570ab0cd5b15be07c03b385237098255/tumblr_nwhaixFN3P1u3iti5o2_r1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Tinder Family Home: The Guest Room[/center][hr]
	Ashley thumbed her phone and groaned as she saw how many were from her agent and from Al. She expected to be given a tirade of "Why aren't you answering?" "Call me back NOW" and so on but instead they were all "Are you okay?" "i'm worried, call me" and the likes. That was... new. Frowning some, Ashley listened to the voicemails and felt her eyebrows disappearing into her hairline as she heard her agent practically in tears down the phone hoping that she was safe and alive. But it was the voicemail from Al that really made her wonder what was going on...

	[color=chocolate][i]"Hey sweetheart, I know we had a bit of a fight but I'm really worried about you being there all alone with all these murders happening. We might be in a rough patch right now but, you know I love ya. Keep an eye out for me. I'm on my way after all."[/i][/color]

	Ashley's fingers wrapped around her neck as she started to massage the knots that were forming. Al was coming here, soon. She felt herself wishing he wasn't and that alone made her scared. She had gotten mad at him for saying he wasn't going to come earlier but now... Everything was a blur and she didn't know what was happening inside her own mind or heart. She was lost, a small boat adrift in the vast oceans of emotions and there was a hole in the boat that was just getting bigger and bigger while the darkened cloud in the distance rolled in closer and closer.

	She could feel her breathing becoming more shallow with each breath as she hung up her phone and stared at it with uncertainty etched across every inch of her face. She was only brought out of it when she heard Marc coming into the room. She quickly put her game face on, a perk of being an actress, and gave him a half smile as he made his silly reference and she let out a light laugh. [color=crimson]"Look at you remembering one of my favourite songs."[/color] She couldn't help the smile becoming fuller as she watched him.

	She almost bent over double laughing at his next comment and she rolled her eyes before flicking her hair comically. [color=crimson]"Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me."[/color] She grinned after him as he announced his need for a shower and she called out after him in answer to his instructions. [color=crimson]"Don't worry, I won't run off like yesterday. I'll be right here dealing with my missed calls... Or maybe I'll go raid your room and see what secrets I can find!"[/color] She had no intention of going through his things, not really, but she liked to at least try and push his buttons.

	Laying back in the guest bed, Ashley hit the callback button for her agent and listened to it ringing just once before [url=http://static1.squarespace.com/static/534d3a44e4b0626384c1ba71/t/54bfe3e0e4b067890d85795f/1421861857369/]Frank[/url] picked up.

	[color=ivory]"Ashley! Baby! Oh god am I glad you are okay! I thought I'd lost my little money maker in the making!!! How are you?! How is it in the death capital of the USA? You should come home [i]right now[/i], you hear me? I don't know what we'd do if you got murdered, baby, I really don't. Well, I do, we'd find someone younger and fitter but after a decent mourning period, you know? But c'mon we've got a lot of money to make together! You ain't gonna let your old pal Frank down by dying, now are ya?"[/color]

	Ashley remained silent as Frank ranted on and on. She was used to his nonsense but at least he was always honest and upfront, that's why she worked with him. [color=crimson]"I'm fine Frank, just had to spend the night at a friend's place as the police don't want us separating. Everything is in hand, they're going to catch this person and they're going to put them where they belong. I'll be back to work next week as planned. Now look, I'm on holiday, so unless there is something REALLY god damn important, do [b]not[/b] call me, okay? Text or e-mail is fine, but only call if you're dying or dead. Otherwise I don't want to hear about it. I have enough to think about so just please, Frank, for the love of God... Focus on your other clients right now, okay? Okay. Goodbye Frank."[/color] She hung up the phone then, not giving him a chance to butt in with another useless rant about how they worked well together or that they were a pair made in heaven or some other weirdly worded nonsense about them making money together. 

	Frank was really weird.
[hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Jasmin%20Morgan&name=ChopinScript.ttf&size=50&style_color=DAF05B[/img]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/ec1d753d74212bcbd6b0a7282c830c32/tumblr_mqyvcs1iJl1spe5t7o4_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] The Plaza Hotel: Her Room[/center][hr]
	Jasmin smiled at Lawson as he left her shoes down for her. She gave him a grateful nod and smiled as she replied. [color=DAF05B]"Why thank you, kind Sir. Much obliged."[/color] She slipped her feet inside and fastened the straps around her ankles before standing up and walking over to the wardrobe where she pulled out a cream, pencil skirt that matched the cream shoes that she had just put on. She tucked her vest into the skirt waistband and then grabbed a light grey cardigan with a lace back and lace trimmed, three quarter length sleeves.

	She turned towards Lawson as she ran a brush through her hair, watching him as he rummaged for some clothes. He was a nice guy, really nice and definitely handsome. It had been a fun and adult night last night. Jasmin was glad for the company and was glad to not be hiding behind an old face or using a new one to hide the old with him. It was like being back home where no one knew who she had once been. Actually, it was better. He knew everything and hadn't judged her and that alone made him worth spending time with in any capacity.

	She considered his question and took about half a second to answer, knowing what she was in the mood for as soon as she felt her stomach bubbling. [color=DAF05B]"I could kill a latte if I'm being honest. Want to grab a coffee then head to the picnic for food? No doubt Ada has killed herself to give us something amazing today."[/color] She gave him a smile and finished up dealing with her hair, fixing it up into a high ponytail that trailed down her upper back. [color=DAF05B]"That is, unless, you really want to grab some food in which case I can just have basic coffee."[/color] She let out some light laughter and moved around the room grabbing her purse and keys, getting everything she'd need for the day inside of it.
[hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Kai%20Malana&name=CelticHand.ttf&size=50&style_color=CC5200[/img]
[img]https://67.media.tumblr.com/0f939790f1c5af2d9f2d4d84fe1b8949/tumblr_n8lbq6Hzmb1r2lmkgo3_r1_400.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Great Wolf Lodge: His Room[/center][hr]
	Kai just held onto Ada as he stretched over to grab his cell, flicking through names until he found Marc and hit dial. He felt himself getting more and more anxious with each second it took for the phone to start ringing. This whole thing was a fucking rollercoaster and a half, nevermind the fact he was back with Ada but just... all of this. Simone all over again and just people dying left, right and centre. He wanted to take Ada away, far away but he couldn't just leave his friends behind either. He needed to try and help, somehow, in some way, he had to help. Marc would point him in the right direction.

	Unhappy with the length of time it was ringing for he went over the names in his head once more, reassuring himself that Marc and Ash were not amongst that number. They were both going to be safe. No doubt they'd all spent the night making sure everyone was paired off and sleeping in the same places as some others that they were friendly with back in high school. No doubt Marc was with Timothy burning the midnight oil and Ash was probably with Riley and co, having a right old fashioned slumber party like the ones Ash and Ada would talk about contstantly when they occurred.

	Why the hell was the phone not ringing?! Kai glanced at his screen only to realise he hadn't hit the damn call button. He grumbled as he held Ada closer to himself, his free hand stroking her hair to stop himself from smacking his own forehead. [color=cc5200]"Have I ever told you that I fucking hate technology?"[/color] The phone began to ring this time and Kai waited for Marc to answer.
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