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

	[b][color=ed1c24]La Hacienda:[/color][/b] Maria looked over towards Caesar and groaned a bit. It was more than obvious that she actually enjoying the conversation she was having with the doctor who was sitting on the bench. Natasha on the other hand rose a brow to why Caesar would want to be talking with her. Was Cecily alright? Maria though nodded as she picked up Liam from the blanket on the ground and brought him to her shoulder. "He could use a change and I need to place a call for that prescription," she said before looking over towards Natasha. "Don't let him push you around," she said with half a smirk on her face before brushing passed her ex-husband and waltzing back into the house. 

	Natasha nodded slightly as she sat there. Waiting for Maria to leave before she said anything. [color=f26522]"Sorry for ducking out of funeral but needed some air. Then Maria wanted me to have a look at Liam. He's got the start of a respiratory infection. Nothing serious but to be safe prescribed him some antibiotics,"[/color] she explained before coughing slightly as she covered her mouth. Opening her purse she had to shuffle through the numerous medications she had for her recovery before she found her pack of disposable Kleenex. Pulling one out she hid her face as she spat out what she had coughed up. 

	[color=f26522]"Sorry again,"[/color] she said as she wiped her mouth and balled up the tissue in her hand before she turned back to Caesar. [color=f26522]"Everything okay? Does Cecily need me?"[/color] she asked with a concerned expression on her features. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Diamond District:[/color][/b] "Sounds perfect for you!" Wayne exclaimed as he turned to his assistant and took the tablet she had brought over. Making a few notes he instructed her to take Mali over to one of the massage rooms and call for Helga. "She is the best, a little strong on the hands but it's worth it doll. Just follow Genny down the hall and get undressed in the room. There will be a sheet on the table for you to get under until she comes in," Wayne explained before excusing himself in a rather colorful manner, going on about duties to do and such before she was finished so he was ready to take care of her when she was done. 

	"This way Ma'am," Genny said as she motioned back towards where Zoie had walked off. "Any particular scents you would like in the oils? Candle scents you prefer or don't like?" she asked as they walked, wanting to get the room set up for Mali just as she wanted it.  

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b] "Goddammit," Roy muttered under his breath as Priya walked away from him. Taking a quick sip of his coffee he steeled himself. He was hoping to avoid his new partner a bit longer but it looked like that wasn't fucking happening. Wait she had evidence to review? Son of a bitch. What had she found out? 

	Rushing over to her he came up to her side. "Well shit, my bad. I'm Gregory, you new ball and chain," he said in an annoyed voice as he walked next to her. Her desk was right across from his and he eyed Riley as they headed over that way. "What evidence is that?" he asked as he set down the other cup of coffee in front of Riley as he continued her phone call. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] [color=a187be]"De rien,"[/color] Risa said without thinking as she kept her eyes on Jaina. [color=a187be]"Tenez-vous tranquille jusqu'à ce que nous puissions obtenir cela regardé,"[/color] she added. 

	Risa didn't let her eyes leave Jaina. It was no wonder she was locked up in an insane asylum. The woman had just attacked the doctor, taking a hit, had her knee dislocated and she was acting as if it was just [url=https://media.giphy.com/media/9fEm9RaqcqrbW/giphy.gif]good old fun time[/url]. There was no way she was underestimating this woman. She smirked slightly, two could play at this game. [color=a187be]"Врачи не продержались долго в моей работе,"[/color] she said as she crouched down slightly and gave her a wink. [color=a187be]"я убийца."[/color]
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French Translations - You're welcome. Just hold still until we can get you looked at. 
Russian Translations - Doctors don't last long in my line of work. I am an assassin. 
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	[b][color=ed1c24]Club Afterdark:[/color][/b] Outside of the club there was still evidence of the mass shooting that took out so many earlier. Blood stained the concrete and chalk outlines were still visible. Inside the place was pretty quiet. The usual bartender was there cleaning glasses. Scott was a tall ebony colored man who seemed to dress for comfort instead to impress anyone. There were a handful of patrons sitting at the bar and dotting the tables and booths. No band was playing yet so the usual 70's style punk music was being pumped over the sound system. In a corner booth was an older woman. Her skin tone was coffee with just the right amount of cream. Her hair looked like something out of a 80's music video. Hair, bleached blonde. She was older, probably in her sixties. She dressed in a starched button down white dress shirt with fitted jeans and seven inch spike heels. A pair of reading glasses rested on the tip of her nose as she kept looking over papers. Her eyes darted over towards the door as Bart entered, giving him a moments attention before going back to her paper work.