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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 22nd, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] Wayne kept talking, rambling gurl this and oh my god that. He would go on and on about anything that caught his attention. He was like a kid trying to tell a story to their parents, his mouth running a hundred miles an hour and really saying nothing. It didn't help that everything got his attention so he would tangent off on subjects while he worked only to jump back over to what he was originally saying. While he might have been a master when it came to hair it was obvious he was one of those hair dressers that spoke to hear their own voices, not to actually have a conversation with their client. 

	Every so often Zoie would look over towards Mail and mouth an I'm sorry to her. Thankfully Wayne seemed to work nearly as quickly as he spoke. He trimmed Mali's hair, making sure not to take off too much, giving her a nice gloss and adding some product to her hair before he started to dry the hair itself. It might have been a blessing that while the hair dryer was going it nearly drowned out the sound of his voice. Not that it mattered if anyone missed part of the conversation while he spoke. He wasn't looking for a respond. He seemed to smile and raise a brow enough to let Mali know when he nod if she wanted. 

	"Oh gurl, now that is nice," he said as he turned off the dryer. The hair was good, it wasn't styled yet but it did look better than when she came in. Split ends were gone, there was a healthy shine to the hair shaft, it was bouncy and light, looking full and thick. "Now to get onto actually styling it but that'll have to wait until the whole rest of the day. Hair and makeup last!"

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b] Roy looked at Riley and let out a sigh of relief. "Hold on fruitloop," he said before covering the receiver of the phone with the palm of his hand and pulling it away from his ear. "You know him? Good, you talk to him. Maybe you can figure out what he is getting at and then fill me in because right now I am half a stones throw away from calling the asylum to lock him up," he said quickly. 

	Taking his hand away from the receiver he finally spoke to Felix again. "Okay, hold on, going to transfer you to someone that might actually be able to help you," he said before shoving the phone over to Riley and letting go of it. Holding his hands up in the air as if he was giving up before spinning around in his chair and standing up. "Going to grab us some coffee real fast," he said as he slid the notepad and pen over to her and walking down the hallway to the vending machines. 

	"Fucking hell... New partner, crazed man. I'm too old for this shit..." he muttered to himself as he reached into his pocket to fetch for some loose change. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] Risa looked over towards Iris and nodded. [color=a187be]"No need to worry, I have been working around and translating for top officials in the U.N. for quite some time. If they don't classify as a threat and psychotic then I don't know who does,"[/color] she said, trying to lighten the mood just a bit. 

	Looking in the window she scanned the room as best she could before looking back towards Iris. [color=a187be]"The administrator told me that you needed a Russian translator? I will do my best. Been a little since I have had to deal with the harsh tones but I should be able to keep up. It's harder than French or Spanish but far easier than Mandarin and Arabic."[/color] Risa didn't doubt her skills as a linguist, it was what she did. Taking a breath she motioned towards the door. [color=a187be]"Perhaps you should enter first ad introduce me. Give the girl a minute to know who I am instead of just me going in and suddenly speaking to her."[/color]