[center][h1][color=68979B]Jeremy Bennet[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=68979B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Noelle Morgan's Home[/center][hr]

The streets of Justice rolled by Jeremy as he sat atop his bike, the wind blowing by and hitting him with an almost relaxing chill. He'd stuck around later than most at the party the night before, though he didn't do a great deal after his conversation with the detective. Jeremy had simply lingered about, keeping his eye out for anything major but nothing had really turned up. Still, the events of the night before had certainly been enough to drive his actions today. He hadn't seen Noelle for a long while, it was only a short while before he went to prison, but he remembered well enough where she lived and figured she would remember him well enough as well.

It wasn't too long of a drive from the Heights to her home, and it wasn't particularly hard to find a place to park, though that was usually just the benefit of his preferred vehicle. Pulling up outside, he kicked down the rest on his bike and climbed off, glancing over the house. It looked more or less the same, apart from one major difference, the smashed window and torn 'crime scene' tape over it. He glanced around, there were no police vehicles around, nor were there any officers. A sinking feeling suddenly filled his stomach at the thought that perhaps he was too late, had she been targeted the night before along with Danica?

[color=68979B][b]"Oh, shit."[/b][/color] Hurrying up to the front door, he knocked firmly, hearing the sound of movement on the other side of the door he reached back, tucking his hand under his shirt and taking hold of the pistol he had tucked into a holster in the back of his trousers. When the door opened and Jeremy confirmed that it was indeed Noelle, he let out a sigh of relief, taking his hand off his weapon and tucking his shirt over it again. [color=68979B][b]"Noelle, it's been a while... Are you alright? What happened?"[/b][/color]
 
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[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Apartment 1B[/center][hr]

Lucas had been experiencing the most wonderful of dreams. There was just something about this dream in particular, everything was so peaceful, happy, perfect. In fact, Lucas was fairly sure he'd never had a better night's sleep in his entire life, he wasn't sure he quite wanted it to end. So, it would be fairly understandable his displeasure at being suddenly and violently awoken by a scream equivalent to the Witch King's and the sound of crashing and tumbling elsewhere in the apartment. His eyes popped open rather suddenly, and his face subconsciously buried itself further into the pillow, a long groan emitting from said pillow.

He didn't need to check next to him, he knew immediately who had been the source of the scream. He told himself that it had not been intentional, so as to sate some of the immense displeasure he felt at being ripped rudely from his slumber. If there was one thing Lucas enjoyed, it was a weekend's sleep in, unfortunately it seemed that day he would be denied one of life's greatest pleasures. Go figure. Slowly his head lifted itself off the pillow, Lucas making a tremendous effort to sit up. The effort was not a success, fairly rapidly his head hit the pillow once more and he let out yet another groan of disapproval. 

He figured he did have to go check if she was alright, generally someone only made a scream like that if they were in some reasonable distress, and Risa was the love of his life. What kind of boyfriend would he have been if he just lay there and went back to sleep instead of rushing to her rescue? He was meant to be her knight in shining armour, the prince charming to her damsel in distress. He was to rescue her from the metaphorical dragon, to break the metaphorical spells trapping her, to do that thing Liam Neeson does in the Taken films. He [i]had[/i] to ensure she was alright. 

[b][color=686F91]"Did you die?"[/color][/b] His voice called out as his face laid in the pillow.

Well, it was a start.