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[hr][b]Location:[/b] The Courtyard

[b]Interacting With:[/b] Lyndsey [@DizzyIsabella] &; David Lawson [@Lady Amalthea][/center]

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[center]Holding onto his wife’s hand, Cameron emerged from their building just in time to see Danica Graves heading off for her routine run, something that Cam knew all too well. Sticking with his routine was one of the few things that kept the solider sane. He led Lyndsey out into the courtyard and released her hand to grab a bottle of water from one of the tables he had set up earlier. Alcohol wasn’t Cameron’s best friend so he tended to stay away from it. He hadn’t touched a drop since he was a rambunctious teen back in New Mexico. A cool Bud was always called for in the heat of the desert. Taking a mouthful from the bottle, he moved over to his fellow marine and smiled.

[color=red]”Food smells good, cowboy if I do say so myself”[/color]

Since leaving the army and moving to a place most people have come to nickname Murderland, California, Cameron had followed in his father’s footsteps and taken on a job as a chef at a sweet restaurant in the Diamond Quarters. It was a cosy little job in a nice district of the city, good pay, good food, and good tips. None of his new friends had managed to eat there yet, mostly because of the shocking fucking prices but that didn’t stop Cam from cooking for them now and again, he wanted everyone to be comfortable with him, especially since he and Lyndsey moved into the dead girl’s apartment after only two weeks.

[color=red]”This is going to be a good for everyone or at least I hope so. Too many people seemed trapped in a Greek maze, maybe a little debauchery will help folk out”[/color][/center]

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[b]Location:[/b] Apartment 3A

[b]Interacting With:[/b] Regina Eilheart (NPC)[/center]

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[center]As she prepared to leave her apartment, JD was stopped by an alert from her laptop. [i][color=hotpink]”What now?”[/color][/i] She thought to herself. She had so little time off since moving to the city and the one night she gets a chance to do so, just as she’s walking out of the door, her computer rings. If this isn’t Dominic telling her he’s found Shang Ri La or whatever the fuck her big brother is looking for she would be super pissed. Gliding back into the cool room of 3A, Jess sat down at the computer and rolled her eyes at the caller ID. [color=hotpink]”Shit”[/color] Sighing, she quickly checked herself in her pocket mirror before answering the call. [color=hotpink]”Hi Miss Eilheart”[/color]

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[color=orange]”Honey, how many times do I have to tell you call me Regina? Miss Eilheart makes me feel old. I’m going to tell you a quick story, Jessie and you aren’t allowed to breathe another word of it to anyone. Understand? You see, I came to California when I was sixteen, ran away from home wanting to be a movie star. I got a few good parts in the 80’s then my passion fizzled and you know why? News. Gossip. Rumours. It caused stress and stress leads to premature aging. You know what I did with my money from the movies? I invested it, I started channel 4 and then I bought majority stock in all of Justice Newspapers. I control the news in this town and by doing so, I avoid stress and I avoid aging, it’s why I look twenty five even though I’m forty eight. You’ve been here two months, Jessie and you’re causing me stress. Why are you causing me stress? Where are we on the Glencross story?”[/color]

JD twirled her fingers in her hand as she watched her boss fiddle with an owl of Minerva pendant around her neck. Regina was a decent enough boss, nice enough to work with but she was very celver with how she did business, she was wise and thoughtful but she was obviously morally corrupt. Nothing gets in the way of a good story for Regina Eilheart except a deadline. [color=hotpink]”I’m still working on it. I’m close to a breakthrough I think! Just trying to get a hold of some…”[/color]

[color=orange]”Stop there, Jessie. Sweetie, I love you but I’m pulling the plug. Nobody cares about her anymore, drop it. Do an in-memoriam blog for the website and submit it by close of play Monday. That’ll be the end of the Peyton Glencross story, Am I clear? Now I can see your dressed all fine and if I was twenty years younger I’d have a go myself but I’m not so, go have fun and I’ll see you on Monday"[/color]

The Skype line went dead and JD slammed her computer shut. [color=hotpink]”FUCK!”[/color] No, this couldn’t be how the story ended. There was more to it, there had to be. She was not going to lose![/center]