[center][h1][color=hotpink]JD Mason[/color][/h1]

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[b]Location:[/b] The Party

[b]Interacting With:[/b] Riley [@Nallore] - And somebody's arm

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[color=cyan]"Could you help a girl up?"[/color]

Riley’s words helped to snap JD from her daze. She reached down and helped the other girl to her feet, though she could barely take her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her. Cecily was assessing the body. The big Latin unit was stopping her fellow media getting anywhere near the scene and a load of people took off towards the building which Danica seemed to fall from. What a fucking shit storm. Two deaths in six months? Jess was starting to think that Boston heights was built on top of an Native American burial ground where witches were once burnt at the steak and someone said Beetlejuice three times!

[color=hotpink]”How can the same shit happen to the same place twice?”[/color] She spoke finding her inner John McClane. Where was Bruce Willis when you needed him?

Looking on the bloodied and broken corpse, JD placed a hand to her head as her mind wandered, her usually bright face now grimaced in an almost painful expression as she relived memories she wished she never had. Her eyes gazed upon Danica and she was immediately transported back to that dark and dingy morgue in Justice where she had gone six months earlier to identify a body; THE body. Peyton looked like herself, her brown hair framing that angelic face, her skin lightly tanned from the California sunshine though her emerald eyes were closed; at a first glance she looked just like she was asleep. That was until Jess moved to the other side of the autopsy table and saw the truth, the small ovate hole on the side of her skull, dried blood and grey matter around the inches wide deformity of a once pristine face. Jessica Dallas still remembered vividly the taste of the vomit that appeared in her mouth.

JD took hold of the nearest arm available to her. She felt like she was going to pass out. It was eerie how similar Peyton and Danica were...

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[h1][color=red]Cameron White[/color][/h1]

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[b]Location:[/b] The Rose Building

[b]Interacting With:[/b] Lyndsey [@DizzyIsabella]

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Cameron stirred, feeling the press of something soft against his head. He opened his pale blue eyes and gazed upon a blurry form, one he knew could only be his wife. Using her greatly toned body as a climbing frame, he pulled himself to his feet as his vision began to clear. Lynds was trying to say something but the ringing in his ears was making it difficult to hear. Finally he had managed to shake the cobwebs from his skull just in time to hear her last sentence;

[i][color=8882be]"there's a girl, she shot herself, and...and fell out of a window near the block party. Just like that other girl, from our apartment."[/color][/i]

The ex-soldier’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Like the girl from their apartment? How is that possible? What on Earth was going on? Holding on to the wall for support, Cameron looked past Lyndsey’s shoulder and out into the courtyard where could just about make out all the figures standing there. [color=red]”It’ll be fine, go back outside. See what you can do, I’ll be back”[/color] 

Cam moved past her and tried to descend the stairs to their apartment. He was still groggy, sweat dripping from his forehead as it felt like every new step was one worth a thousand miles. After what felt like an eternity, he finally reached their place and made his way inside, stripping off his sweat and blood stained clothes he collapsed onto the floor and peered out of the front of the apartment at the Block Party. Another death; something was going on.

Worst of all, he was back or was it all in his head?[/center]