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 [color=#7083db][h3]Ryan Croft[/h3] [/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] 14 Pratchett Road, Faircourt
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: [@Roosan] Nicodem Kaminski[/i],  Mention of: Low Key [@Silent Observer], Nick Black [@MiddleEarthRoze] [/center]
Ryan glanced at his clock: 2:30. He sighed in exasperation and closed the ‘low key’ file. He’d have to send it Nico’s way in the morning. Ryan lazily let a hand drag across his face pushing his glasses down off of his face and onto the desk below him. He leaned backwards and pushed his hair from his eyes sighing deeply. He looked at the ceiling and sighed deeply, scratching his beard and looking over to his bed with a hint of lovelornness. [color=#7083db]“Next time old girl.”[/color] He said picking his glasses back up off the desk and reopened the case file, going over some of the key details once more. 

He opened his eyes and found himself starting down at a page. He pried his face from the parchment and groaned. He glanced at his clock. [color=#7083db]“That’s too late.”[/color] He said quietly rubbing his face attempting to get the sleep out of his eyes. 

[color=#8493ca]“Breakfast, your commissionership?”[/color] Nico’s voice echoed into Ryan’s room. He could smell the tea from inside his room. 

[color=#7083db]“Course, Nico I’ll be right out.”[/color] He said rather loudly in order to be heard. Ryan groggily got up from his desk and shuffled all of his notes into the dossier in which they should be kept, tying the small twine chord that kept the dossier closed around its loop and tossed them into the duffel bag he kept in the corner of his room. He slowly exited his room, wearing his signature blue shirt and sweatpants combo. 	

[color=#7083db]“Nico you’re putting me to shame.”[/color] Ryan said gratefully when he witnessed the feast his only friend had prepared for him. He sat down at the table and picked up a newspaper that waited for him, he had set it out the night before. Glancing down at the words he quickly skimmed through the crime section. [color=#7083db]“Low Key is spreading his influence, I’m no closer to figuring out who he is than I was a week ago. I want Nick on this one, maybe give him a partner – that sound alright with you?”[/color] He said absent mindedly sipping from the mug that Nico had given him.

He and Nico often times skipped pleasentries, especially with what was going on now, Ryan knew that Nico wouldn’t want to waste time with hellos and how did you sleeps. Instead, Ryan respected Nico enough to skip the bullshit and get to finding out what was going on.

[color=#7083db]“Nick’ll need someone who can go undercover with him, someone who can investigate this shit without being tied to the cops, I’ll leave it to you – you know everyone pretty well.”[/color] Ryan knew everyone on the force just as well as Nico, but it was a sign of respect – hand pick the person who would be analyzing the case with the most priority. [color=#7083db]“You have anything for me before we go in today?”[/color] Ryan asked.
 
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[color=#2f556b][h3]Eve Lumière[/h3] [/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] Faraday Heights 24A 
[i][u]Interacting With[/u][/i]: [@Undine] Blake [/center]

Eve laughed when Blake plunged headfirst into a pillow. [color=#2f556b]“Oh I’m sorry darling, I’ll get decent now [i]I suppose.”[/i][/color] Eve said teasingly poking Blake’s side lightly before retreating back to her room. When Eve chose an outfit it was like an emperor preparing combatants for gladiatorial combat. She would grab two shirts and compare them, the winner stayed. She usually managed to do this with her entire outfit before she was able to pick something to wear. Whenever anyone would question this practice she’d pout.

[color=#2f556b]“Have you seen Blake? The whole world is watching her, I’ve got to find some sort of way to stand out sweetie.”[/color]

That was a more or less common response from the Lust demon. She finally found her winner of the day, it was a plaid button up shirt and a pair of tight jeans. She exited the room and began buttoning up her shirt up as she greeted Blake. [color=#2f556b]“So, the bar won’t be open for a while – what’s the game plan Blakey?”[/color] She said plopping down beside her blonde roommate and resting her head on Blake’s shoulder. She liked Blake, somehow the YouTube journalist managed to ground Eve. She appreciated her company, while she flirted with most people, she wouldn't even consider with spending time with most people, opening up god forbid [i]living[/i] with them. But Blake, well she was Blake. She was sweet and kind and... She could live with Eve.

[color=#2f556b]“I’m boreeeed.”[/color] She cooed at Blake. She kind of found she was happiest when she was just hanging out with Blake shooting the shit.