[hr][hr][center][h1][color=b00000]Svetlana Volkov[/color][/h1]
[img]http://i.giphy.com/tjJH0ocb9PQvm.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights: Courtyard – The Block Party[/center][hr]
	Lana considered the woman she was now watching over and pursed her lips while she thought. She knew she was some kind of media person job thing... she worked for news channels or something from what Lana could recall. She had had no reason to look into her so she had kept a distance from her as she had no reason to get close. JD still hadn't said much in response since Lana spoke to her and moved her onto a chair but she suspected that the poor woman wasn't used to death that wasn't in a printed format. It was different when you could see the lack of life in a person's eyes or smell the metallic scent of blood. Lana knew how it felt to see your first dead body and she supposed that JD was going through the same thing.

	Opting to keep quiet until JD responded to outside stimuli, Lana took another swig of her drink and watched the happenings around. She had mostly kept out of the way of the neighbours and only knew about the Mexican + Biscuit family, the Rockstar and Lyle because one was famous, the family was intimidating and Lyle was her flat mate. She was so busy in her own train of thought that she nearly choked on her drink as two rather cute police officers walked up towards her and JD. The taller of the two, blonde and muscular stood silently brooding in the back with a notepad and pen as the other, more lean and a red head, began to talk to her with a bit of a Boston twang to his accent. Lana always was a sucker for a carrot top.

	[color=b00000]"Why yes officer, would you like to restrain me while questioning? I won't tell your Captain, promise."[/color] She gave him a wink and watched his pale cheeks begin to flush slightly as he cleared his throat and commenced with his line of questioning, completely glancing over Lana's fliratious ways. Lana answered everything to her fullest extent, but embellished her reaction to the death so that they didn't find her suspicious so as to not have had a reaction. Granted her flirting could have tipped them off to her current mental state about the death but it could also be put down to shock so Lana wasn't overly fussed what they thought in that regard.

	When the officers were done questioning Lana they moved on to JD and Lana had to crouch down beside JD and get her attention as best she could, waving her hand casually in front of JD's gaze and keeping her face in her view. [color=b00000]"Hey, cutie pie, the cops want to question you. You okay?"[/color] Lana looked at JD with a little concern as she had been awfully quiet since grabbing Lana's arm and almost collapsing to the ground earlier.
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=olive]Lorna Dunn[/color][/h1]
[img]http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view/173719/ali-larter-3-o.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Boston Heights: Courtyard – The Block Party[/center][hr]
	Grinning at the look on Lawson's face, Lorna went about her business with a simple nod of acknowledgement to him. She spotted El Jefe heading off to a quieter spot and holding his satellite phone to his ear. Who the hell was he talking to? No sooner had she thought the thought than Alicia had walked over and elbowed her in the side causing Lorna to grunt in surprise. [color=olive]"Oi, what the fuck have I told ya 'bout them bony as shit elbows?"[/color] She smirked as she spoke but it was soon replace by a questioning pursing of her lips as she mulled over Alicia's question.

	[color=olive]"Not rightly sure, but I can bet ya ten skinned squirrels that it ain't gonna be pretty."[/color] She lifted a hand up and scratched the back of her neck as she considered what could possibly be worth the Mexican Beast to be using his satellite phone in this very moment.

	A movement out of the corner of her eye caused her to growl audibly as she launched herself at the photographer from earlier who had been snapping pics of Riley at the EMT point with a brand new camera since she had busted his up earlier. [color=olive]"Oi, fuckface! I fuckin' told ya! Get your shit out of her ya god damn cunt!"[/color] She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him over the barricade again. He'd been trying to sneak in to get shots of the scene after the body had been removed. What for? She could only guess. After a few choice words had left his mouth making reference to her "pumping the latina", Lorna lost her temper and launched for him again, this time with a fist flying towards his shitty camera. Another smash and some bloodied up knuckles on her end concluded the interaction and she grabbed the camera from him along with his bag of equipment for "evidence" purposes. She'd have fun fucking this shit up.

	She made her way back to Alicia and smirked, shaking her right hand out some to get the feeling back into it. [color=olive]"Yeah, yeah, I know. Temper temper, blah blah blah. But that fuckin' shitbird was askin' for it, swear."[/color] She would need to get herself bandaged up soon but it could wait until things had calmed down some.[hr]