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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Sunday May 21th, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/i][/b] - All hell had broken out but Cynthia was grinning like a kid in a candy store. Her eyes darting away from the wound when she heard someone else in the room. Giggling she exclaimed, "Sorry, I just had to paint a pretty picture!" The 911 operator let Riley know that am ambulance was on the way and to keep pressure on the wound as best they could. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Cynthia, he is a friend,"[/color] Marc said quickly as he pulled back Cynthia's hand. It was reaching for another crayon. Cynthia cocked a brow and looked around. He was a friend? That didn't register with her. She knew she was crazy, that she admitted freely, but had she really let her cheese slip off her toast so much that she had forgotten someone she supposedly knew?

	"Did we go to high school together?" she asked innocently. Marc sighed and shook his head as he pulled her up but kept a tight hold on her while the orderlies tried to deal with the blood and trauma. 

	[color=82ca9d]"No sweetheart, he's a new friend..."[/color]

	"Well shit, don't worry I can fix it," she said and tried to move but Marc wasn't letting her go. Marc looked over towards Felix and nodded. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I know man, just breath and stay still,"[/color] he said before leading Cynthia over to a chair and sitting her down. Shaking his head he kept a hand on her shoulder and watched her carefully. She was pouting by now and he groaned inwardly. 

	"Fine, I'll be good. Might want to get his knife. Yeah, he had a knife. That's right he had a knife. Why would a friend half a knife? Why does Marc have a gun. Cause he's FBI. So our new friend is FBI? I don't know," she said talking to herself again. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - "Sure thang girl," Zoie said before looking over to Relic as he rummaged through the refrigerator. "So what in the name of Baby Jesus have you gotten yerself into this time?" she asked him as she grabbed a glass and headed over to refrigerator, pushing her brother out of the way so she could get into the freezer and grab some ice. 

	Relic didn't say anything, just moving at first before grabbing a pitcher and heading over to the counter. "Well?" she asked as she stepped over to the sink and filled up the glass. 

	"Marc's in town," he said quietly. Zoie cocked a brow as she looked over to him. 

	"Well shit..." she muttered before turning off the water and stepping out of the kitchen. Heading over to Mali she held out the glass of water for the woman. It was a large half gallon mason jar filled. "If ya need more just make yerself at home." A bell in the kitchen rang. "Oh, cobblers done. Come on and get ya some grub, will set ya up with all the fixin's. Foods in the kitchen. Was gonna eats outside but this heat, reminds me of Ga summers. Rather stay in the air conditioning," she added before stepping back into the kitchen. 

	On the table was your picture typical southern meal. Fried Chicken, fried tomatoes, hushpuppies, collard greens, corn bread. Stepping over to the oven Zoie grabbed a hand towel and pulled out a cast iron skillet of blueberry cobbler. "Should be cooled enough to eat once we finish the meal," she said setting it down and turning the oven off. "Come y'all, lets eat."