[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Ronni[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.perezhilton.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/macaulay-culking-pizza-band-death-threats.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Rollar Derby Rink [/center][hr] Ronnie shook his head and pulled up some videos on youtube of the team on his phone. Handing it over to Riley he let her watch as he continued to munch on his pizza. "No, these woman are fucking fierce I tell you. They are like some kind of strike team on a mission from god. Rough as hell, things get brutal when they are on the rink. If it was anything I would think they might actually be a bit too rough on the rink and for this sport that is saying something. Seen them put girls in the hospital. This is sure to be a blood bath. Dragons aren't anything to laugh at. They really are the only competition for these girls," he said before taking a long sip of his drink, sucking on the straw and then trying to hold back a belch but it came anyways. His eyes widened a bit and then he shrugged. "Better out than in," he said. The videos were intense. One of the women, some cut woman with long ash hair in a pony tail ducked under another Derby girl, flipping her over her head and sending her into the crowd. Another video showed an Asian woman come across like like she was swinging for a home run and knocked teeth out of another. He wasn't joking, each video got worse and worse until one showed a woman being hauled out on a stretcher while someone was trying to perform CPR. "See, told ya. These girls aren't ones to mess with," he added before taking his phone back and slipping it into his pocket. Glancing around for a moment, he saw a guy eyeing Riley; he knew that look and he knew the guy. Sliding closer to her he draped an arm over Rileys shoulder and flipped the man a one fingered salute as he smirked a bit. The guy rolled his eyes and walked off, heading over to a seat on the other side of the rink. "Fucking piranha." [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Alicia Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view5/1948327/michelle-rodriguez-calling-fan-o.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Queensguard Industries RnD Industrial Complex - The Diamond District [hr][hr][/center] Alicia let Lorna do her job, handing her something to write on and with. The accent was a bit off but it wouldn't be anything that Lorna couldn't work through. Most of the time the woman and the men were talking it was what you would expect. Her telling them to hurry up, them saying they were moving as quickly as they possibly could. When they wouldn't move faster she would bitch and curse and moan. They still saying they couldn't move any faster. Then she would mention the boss and they would speed up. She never referred to the boss by a name but she used the female pronoun. Looking over at her Father Alicia perked a brow and reached out resting her hand on his shoulder. [color=82ca9d]"Breath Papi. Nothing going to happen to Cookie or me. We can handle ourselves. Fuck, I survived growing up with you on the job. If I can survive that, I can survive anything,"[/color] she said trying to reassure her father. She understood his concern, Justice wasn't exactly the best place to live and grow old in but she wasn't worried. As far as she figured she had no reason to be. Perking a brow as her dad left she looked over to Lorna with a weird look on her face. [color=82ca9d]"Why the hell would the detective from last night be calling Papi for a ride? Why not that other cop that lives near us, or like anyone from his station?"[/color] she asked, not really expecting an answer, more of a pondering to herself out loud. Shaking her head she started to grab her things. [color=82ca9d]"Come on Cookie, I'm starving and I have to get to the rink soon,"[/color] she said jingling her keys. [hr][hr][center][h2][b][color=a187be]Risa Couri[/color][/b][/h2] [img]http://www.revolver.se/files/12289736_1006880962706933_7085309563365640101_n-2.jpg[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b]Justice Memorial Recovery Ward[/center][hr] "Good make sure she does. If anything comes up, alert the nurse. I will be back in the morning to check on you. As long as you get some rest, you should be out of here in a few days," Dr. Chang said before stepping back out of the room and closing the door behind her. Risa smirked a bit as she rested her head back on her pillow and looked over to Lucas. She was still glowing, she didn't care that the doctor had yelled at her, she was too happy to really care what the doctor was saying. She knew she needed to rest, this wasn't the first time she had gotten hurt. Probably wouldn't be the last. Looking down at the ring, Risa ran her finger over it. She still wondered if she was actually just drugged and seeing things. How long had he had the ring? She could only guess. Lucas was always full of surprises and the man, despite everything, was actually very romantic when it came to her. He seemed to always have something small up his sleeve for her. Flowers, showing up to see her, the way he would just reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear, or the fact that he never tried to steal his clothing back from her even though he complained about it. It was just sweet in her mind and she got lost in her thoughts as she looked at the ring, not even noticing that Lucas's phone buzzed; signalling he had gotten a text. [center][color=tan][b]From: Unknown[/b] [i]Athena's cover compromised. No longer viable asset. Exterminate.[/i][/color][/center] Sighing happily to herself, Risa raised her hand to bring the ring closer to her and look at it. It was stunning. It wasn't too big and much but it was just perfect. Chuckling to herself she reached out to Lucas and rested her other hand over his knee, squeezing it gently. Taking a breath she lowered her hand and looked over to Lucas, finally realizing that his phone had dinged. Perking a brow she let out a tired sigh, [color=a187be]"Everything okay love?"[/color] she asked in a dreamy voice. She was still half out of it. The morphine running through her veins was making it difficult to pick up on much of anything right then and the delirium she felt from now being his fiance was only making her mind spin even faster. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i]Detective Roy Gregory[/i][/b][/h1][img]http://37.media.tumblr.com/609ab10cfe6a922cead1f8e8f307805b/tumblr_mzh5wrGBcD1si3tc1o1_500.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Justice Memorial; Room 2319 [/center][hr] Gregory's eyes widened as Cecily laid into Tank, biting the inside of his cheek as to not just bust out laughing. There was a dead man laying there in the bed that had just been murdered. He didn't exactly blame her for knocking the shit out of the man. Handing her his phone he let her send the text and took it back. Taking a breath he looked down at it and laughed as he saw the two texts next to each other. Looking over at Cecily. "Did you happen to tell whoever you texted that it was you texting from my number and not me? Because apparently I think they think I am sitting in the bitch seat," he chuckled before handing the phone back over to her. Figuring she might want to fix that, or it could cause some confusion and right then they had enough of that going around. Seeing Cecily start getting to work he did the same, wanting to secure the scene as quickly as possible. This was not what he was expecting to happen but the look on his face was rather calm, as if it didn't surprise him the more and more he thought about it. Reaching up he ran his fingers through his hair and then looked over towards Cecily. "You need to be careful, seriously Cecily. They aren't messing around," he said before he stepped out of the room and started questioning the staff to see if anyone had witnessed anything, who came in and requesting the security feeds for the hospital since Wallace's admittance.