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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] - The paramedics were on their way and the operator let Riley know that they would be there soon. The line was still open to the 911 operator when Jania struck. The orderly didn't know what hit him as they were focused on Felix. (Who must have been in shock since he was talking with an eye ball gouged and ripped and half hanging down his face) The orderly was knocked to his side and the bobby pin hit its mark. That tiny little spot and the jugular was pierced. 

	Marc didn't know what just happened but Cynthia was giggling like a school girl. Bouncing up and down in her seat as she clapped her hands. "Pretty picture, pretty picture! Paint for a pretty picture!!!" she exclaimed with all the glee in the world. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Riley, get Cynthia out of here,"[/color] Marc said before scrambling over towards Jania. He nearly missed grabbing her, blood was pulsing in sprays everywhere in a thick mist and slicking up the place. Grabbing her arms he was able to get her to the ground with her arms behind her back. 

	"Don't hurt her!!!" Cynthia yelled. 

	[color=82ca9d]"I'm not, just wrestling!"[/color] Marc grunted as he did what he could to keep Jania pinned to the ground as the orderly that had been stabbed in the neck was bleeding out. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - "Guests get first pick," Zoie said before taking half a breast herself and Relic going to grab the wings. "Pass the tomatoes," Zoie said to Relic, who didn't hear her at first. A sudden jump later and an ouch chirping from his lips and he looked at Zoie.

	"What the hell was that for?" he said rubbing his shin. 

	"Fer not payin' attention, To-ma-toes," she said holding her hand out. 

	"Oh, yeah," he grumbled picking up the plate of fried green tomatoes and handing it over to his sister. Plating a few of the thick sliced green vegetables that had been soaked in buttermilk before being coated in cornmeal batter and fried up in a cast iron skillet. Drizzling over some ranch dressing she after she passed the plate back to Relic. 

	"Never understood how you can eat all this shit," he mumbled before taking a bite from one of his pieces of chicken and then grabbing some cornbread. 

	"Ya just never liked anything that wasn't meat or starch. You could do with some greens in yer belly. Collards and tomatoes be right good fer ya. Put some meat on yer bones," she said laughing. 

	"You're as thin as I am," he said rolling his eyes. "And I eat, constantly."

	"Not soul food. Yous get that take out crap. How many chinese boxes you gots in yer fridge right now?"

	Relic didn't answer. Deciding instead to change the topic. "Zoie, I think I'm in trouble."

	She was about to take a bite out of the chicken when he spoke. Stopping she slowly sat it down and straightened her back. Leaning against the chair she picked up her napkin and cleaned off her hands before resting them in her lap. "Okay, what's going on?"

	Relic swallowed slightly and gave a look over towards Mali, he looked like he was nearly pleading for her to fill Zoie in on what was going on but Zoie kicked him again. "Valentine and Juno!" he yelped. 

	"Sweet jesus..." she muttered before face palming.