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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Saturday May 13th, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr][@POOHEAD189] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@DizzyIsabella] [@Charnobylisk] [@Xtreme] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr][center]Okay, this is only a partial W.N. Update since not everyone has replied in the last round of posts as of this time. Those that have responded either have blurbs below that the are tagged to or are part of one of the character posts below.[/center]

	[@Pundii] - Noelle tells Jeremy she had spoken to her father and he seemed to be engrossed in something but he wouldn't tell her anything that she can currently remember, granted she is pretty shook up right now, so that may just be a temporary lapse of memory. She sits down, looking frazzled and says the only thing she can remember her father telling her is that she needs to be careful. She didn't think anything about it until she got home last night and saw the place had been ransacked. She says you are welcome to look around the place if you want, maybe you will see something she hasn't yet. 

	[@Dragoknighte] - Seems you get a little bit of a break, they finally back off from their questions. Thing is though, they aren't entirely satisfied with how you answered so they are following you. If Mali looks over her shoulder she will see at least two of the people that were bugging her still in the crowd, they are trying to blend in but they really suck at it. 

	[@Nallore] - You get the hell out of dodge and away from the gym, several people looking at you but they aren't saying anything. Good thing you left, your face got plastered on the news about five minutes after you left, it could have got dicey after that. On the way home you get stuck in traffic. It is gridlock and you aren't going anywhere for a while. You are boxed in on all sides; left, right, front, back. Get comfortable, you are going to be stuck here until further notice.

	[@Sigil] - Caesar starts digging and is finding out some interesting things. You find the name of owner of Boston Heights; John Teagan. The man seems to not only own the three buildings that are Boston Heights but the newly renovated building across the street and the one that Danica "fell" from the night before. Caesar is able to keep following the trail to a one front company after another; each larger than the next. Yet when he reaches Gretchen Mortgage LLC the trail goes cold. Last thing Caesar is able to find out is about a Storage Unit for G.M. out in the Dock area of town. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Detective Roy Gregory[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/65752906/large.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Coroners Office 
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	Gregory looks over at Tank as if he had lost his every loving damn mind before shoving the files over to him. "We have a triple [i]suicide[/i]," he says as he waits for Tank to take the files. Rubbing the back of his neck as the two head through the parking lot, grumbling to himself as he sees the paramedics leaving the building through the back entrance. 

	"Started off with the girl six months, then Miss Graves, now we have a third," he adds as they step into the building and over to Cecily as she was finishing up checking her phone, nodding to her slightly before pointing at the body bag on the stretcher. "And now Marleston here."

	Shaking his head he paced around a bit before looking at the two of them. "Thing is though, this just got a lot more complicated. I don't know where Marleston ties into this other than living in the same damn building you two do; which is creepy enough. You two might want to find a new place to live. What really is throwing me off is this... Miss Glencross and Miss Graves... They were sisters. Half sisters but sisters."

	Leaning back against one of the desks he crossed his arms over his chest as he pondered the ramifications of all of this and remembering the tone in the girls fathers voice when he had spoken to him on the phone earlier. Staring at the floor blankly for a moment before kicking at a piece of dirt on the ground that had been tracked in he looked over towards Cecily. "And from what I hear you had a little bit of trouble in here earlier with a break in? Can you walk me through what happened?"


[hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/b][/h2]
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	Risa smirked as she sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Lucas. [color=a187be]"All that sweet talk to your coffee is why you never need sugar in it,"[/color] she said with a bit of playfulness in her voice as she reached over and ran her finger along the line of his arm. At his bad, really bad, joke she rolled her eyes and flopped back a bit, her head resting on his thighs as she looked up at him. 

	[color=a187be]"Yeah, tell me about it,"[/color] she grumbled under her breath before shaking her head a bit and glancing over to him. Sitting up she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as he ate. [color=a187be]"Listen, fill that bottomless pit of yours and get dressed. I need to head over to the U.N. and get my paperwork straightened out it seems. You know the town better than I do,"[/color] she said before standing up and heading over to the bedroom door. 

	Stopping she placed her hand on the door frame and looked back to him over her shoulder. [color=a187be]"I'll get the kitchen cleaned up while you eat and get ready. Just bring your dishes out when you are done,"[/color] she added before wandering down the hall and back into the kitchen. 

	Sighing she turned off the TV, she didn't want to see anymore news about what or was not going on in town right then. All she wanted to do, what she had hoped to do, was get settled in and catch up after being apart from her boyfriend for a long while. Seemed that wasn't going to happen, at least not right then. Maybe this evening they could find a quiet little place to grab dinner; that or a dance hall and she could subject Lucas to a whole bunch of American wankers for grins and giggles. The thought made a smirk crawl across her lips as she giggled to herself.