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	The world of Justice is unlike many places. Crime and corruption run rampant in the streets and it takes those who are wise to the underground life to survive. Some, once they enter the gates of the city, are never able to come back out again. Final breaths are common in this urban jungle sprawl. So, when will yours be drawn? Will you survive what the city has in store for you? Let us find out. 

	Now we have begun, and your characters are here and accounted for. Some of you all are tucked away in your apartments currently. Those that are and have been there for a time might be a little on edge. The sun can been seen peaking out from a few wisps of clouds above the towering city sky line. The forecast today on the news talks of warm weather but pleasant. The humidity shouldn't be a problem today and allergy alerts are nil. The news goes onto tell you about various happenings within the city and through out the nation. There is even a mention of the block party today, that the people of Boston Heights are finally moving on. You see on the TV if you are watching Lawson with his Cowboy hat waiving like an idiot and telling his ma hi. Like she will see this back in South Carolina but he doesn't care. News breaks to the usual run down of murders and shootings over the last evening. The list is always long, the cops usually have no leads. It is truly amazing that in a city with such a dense population that no one ever sees anything, even when it happens right in front of their face. The murders seem to be random, perhaps a little too random. Nah, that's just Justice. Justice is in the streets and between the sheets for those that care for it. The rest simply mourn at the city graveyard. 

	This block has not had a party since that dreadful night. Some of you lived in the apartments when it happened. You may remember the day after the block party, when the cops showed up and started knocking on everyone's doors; asking if they had seen anything, was she acting off. To your knowledge everything seemed fine but where you really paying that much attention? I mean it was a party. People were eating, laughing, drinking. Things get blurred quickly. The stretcher was rolled out down the steps of the brownstone, that tell tale black bag with a body within in it being carted off and placed into the back of an ambulance to be taken to the morgue. The place seemed to lose all friendliness after that date and it took months for people to feel safe to come out of their apartments to mingle once again; the front steps where many hung out to chat were empty. Sure it was deemed a suicide but that didn't make many feel any safer. That was Justice for you. 

	Those of you that moved in after the murder have perhaps heard rumors as other whisper in dark alleys or as plans of the new block party came up. People like to talk, especially about the dead. You could have heard all sorts of things, do you really believe any of it? How come when someone dies suddenly everyone becomes their best friend? Standing in front of news cameras saying what a good soul that person was and how close they were, how much they will miss them. The shallowness of humanity really seemed to come out when someone dies but it isn't hard to see who is truly grieving is it? Those who have the true weight on their shoulders show it in the silence of the black, not the white of the spotlight. 

	[@Dragoknighte] Mali has left for her run, earphones in. Can you blame her? The sounds of the streets are loud at all hours of the day. If you want to have any thoughts of your own you are better off blaring music into your ear drums than to try to listen to the jackhammers of roadwork. You have a choice - which way do you go? To the south of Boston Heights, the construction is the heaviest, a lot of the sidewalk is torn up. To the North, things are quieter and there is a park that many go running on but it has all those with pets out there and people aren't really good at cleaning up after their pets. You get the drift. Now, you another option, you could go east - there is no construction that way and no dogs but there is mostly only alleyways to dart down and weave through, which hold their own problems. (Pm Me which direction you chose to get the information for your chosen route and what your character might see.)

	[@POOHEAD189] Tank has opted to head out and get a bite to eat. Probably a good idea, there will be food at the block party but it won't be for a while. Lawson says hi as you walk by. You will need to head south through the construction to get to any food. The alleyways to the west and the park to the north aren't going to offer you anything. These are your choices for food as you head out. shawarma, ever had shawarma? I haven't but I hear it is pretty good. Tony Stark gives it two thumps up. Baraka Shawarma is the place for it and the owner seems nice enough. Wanting Chinese? Then Best Chinese is the place to go, they didn't get to creative with the title. Then of course next store there is Rock-N-California Rolls, the local sushi joint. There's Seraphim's Bakery on the corner; oh my god, you should try their red velvet doughnuts. Lawson swears by them. Last but not least Is Juno's Greek - a little bit of a dive but hey their mint lamb is to die for and hell the women that work there are second to none on the eyes. (Pm me which place you chose to grab a bit to each at to get the information on the place and what all you may see or hear.)

	[@Kingfisher] Jez is out spending that hard snorted cash, is that bill a little curled from last night? If it is you don't give a damn. Why would you? Nearly every bill in the U.S. has cocaine residue on it. Contact is a bitch, especially in the city. They take you cash, they don't care. It spends like everything else and unlike a card, it is much harder to trace. Where will you head now? The Ritzy District, known as Diamond Quarters is your own personal Rodeo Drive, the clientele might be a little on the high end but there are plenty of slummers about. Outside of your shop there are many more to chose from. Eugene's sells the best hand crafted bike boots and leather pants on the west coast. Tiffany's, yeah, they got the jewelry but are you really into those turquoise boxes? And don't they register ever last purchase? Nah for a slick chick like Jez, it would be better to head down to Crimson and Clover for anything flashy. They know how to protect your privacy. Diamond Quarters is about ten blocks north of Boston Heights. So, time to head to the party or not? (Pm me with which way Jez is headed to get information on what she may see or hear.)

	[@Nallore] [@DizzyIsabella] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Charnobylisk] [@Scallop] [@Xtreme] - The rest of you are either still in your apartments or on the street right in front of it from what I am seeing in the posts. Thanks to Cam the tables are out there and ready, most of them are empty so far. Lawson has the smoker going and has managed to finally get the camera's out of there after his little "Hey Ma!" greeting. They might be back. The rest of the block is slowly coming out of their apartments. Some are bringing drinks, some food, some just themselves. A DJ by the name [url=http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view2/20150723/5232671/female-dj-o.gif]Ally Cranks[/url] has set up in the middle of the blocked off street and is getting ready for the festivities, right now though she is just letting a playlist stream through the speakers. It started of soft enough, but as each minute ticks by the music grows louder and louder until you can feel the thump of the base coming up through your feet. The time of day is early afternoon currently and the weather forecast seems to be holding true. That is a first, Ron Fellowman isn't exactly known for giving out the best forecasts but hey that Oompa Loompa is laugh worthy. 

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	Right now everything seems calm, that is except for the Landlord, who has suddenly appeared with a new door and a carpet cleaner as he heads right down to 2D for the Rose building; muttering nervously to himself about not wanting to even know how a door exploded. Welcome to Boston Heights.