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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]Diamond District:[/color][/b] Genny was waiting outside of the room as Mali stepped out. Her tablet in hand as she pushed back her glasses from the tip of her nose. "I hope you are refreshed! Wayne wanted me to take you over to our Beauty Rejuvenation Specialist Shelia. She has several wonderful facials that she will go over with you after she does a base skin assessment. If you will just follow me," she said before motioning for Mali to follow her. Her pony tail bouncing as she walked down the hall and around the corner. 

	"Sweet baby Jesus Helga! Let up on them mits of yers!" a very familiar voice rang out from behind one of the doors. 

	"Haha! I forget you are delicate!" Helga laughed from behind the door as they passed. 

	Genny chuckled a bit before rounding the corner to a glass walled area of the salon and over to what looked more like a dental chair than anything anyone would relax in. On a high stool sat a a very built woman who couldn't have been more than four foot in height wearing a lab coat. Her skin was the color of ebony but her hair was shockingly platinum blonde. Looking up from the tray she was arranging her amber eyes nearly glowed against her skin. "Shela, this is Mali. Mali please let me introduce you to Dr. Elizabeth Johnson."

	"Goo'day," the woman said in a thick Australian accent. Hopping off the stool and walking over to Mali. Tilting her head back she looked up at the woman and held her small hand out to her, it was adorned with numerous rings, long fake nails and several heavy high end bracelets. "How you doing?" she asked. Now that she was standing and her back was not turned, one could easily see that this woman probably worked out as much as Mali did. She might have been lacking in height but she didn't seem to let that stop her. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Police Department: Station 54:[/color][/b] "Ah, yeah. I'm still lead on this case, so we will watch it together but like I said. Not here. It isn't secure," Roy said before glancing over towards Riley. "And yeah, she's a person of interest," he said as he leaned back in his chair. "Wondering how she fits in. Seems she knew Lawson before moving here to Justice. Was married to a girl she went to High School with. From what I can dig up, she killed a serial killer back in her home town the day after he came back from being a POW over seas. Now she is here when all this death is happening? Her sister bites the dust just recently and she keeps on trucking like nothing happened," Roy said as he looked back over towards Priya. 

	"Don't know if I can trust her. Don't know if I can trust you. Don't know if I can trust well shit, anyone anymore. Ever had that feeling?" he asked as he picked up his coffee and downed about half of it now that it had had a chance to cool down. "Same High School your Special Agent Tinder went to. Now, how weird is it that we have four people all from or in connection to the same area show up here and two are dead within weeks of each other?"
	
	[b][color=ed1c24]Deadlight District:[/color][/b] Oh... Why spoil it? Death is coming... 

	[b][color=ed1c24]La Hacienda:[/color][/b] "What's not happening?" Maria asked as she tore off after Caesar. Just what was the man up to. Sure he had admitted she was right but that wasn't the first time he had. She wondered if he ever just agreed with her to shut her up. 

	[color=f26522]"I know but I am coming back, soon as the cab gets here. I'll secure a flight when I get to the airport. No... Yes I know. I'm taking the meds yes. Yeah they're helping the nausea. Okay, yeah. Me too. Bye,"[/color] Natasha said on the phone before hanging up and looking over as Cecily came into the room. [color=f26522]"Hey,"[/color] she said as she stood up and shoved her phone into her purse. 

	[color=f26522]"How's the arm doing?"[/color] she asked as she walked over to the bed and started shoving the few things she had taken out back where they went. [color=f26522]"Listen, I'm getting the hell out of dodge. That man isn't right in the head and I don't have time for his drama,"[/color] she said as she closed up her suitcase and zipped it shut. [color=f26522]"You might want to as well."[/color]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/b] Risa kept a close eye on Jaina. The woman may have been a linguist by trade but working for the U.N. gave her more skills than just knowing what others were saying. It was knowing what they weren't saying. Her training in facial expressions alone went a long way to know what someone would do before they even did it or before it even registered in their own mind. Micro expressions were a wonderful thing. [color=a187be]"Pas mieux, juste amusé. Soyez prêt à tout."[/color]

	Quirking a brow, Risa decided it was best to play along. Rising to her full height, which wasn't much. Risa was only five foot four inches tall after all. Even in her heels she was barely five foot seven. When she was soaking wet she was lucky to weight 115 pounds. Yet she made the most of it. [color=a187be]"Кто я? Кто я? Я Риса! Тень ночи. Я танцевал со смертью и выжил."[/color] Her hands waved around slightly, more than slightly, with presence. Her voice loud and proud and rather over pronounced. Then she winked at Jaina. [color=a187be]"Я когда-то встречался с Бахзули."[/color]

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French - Not better, just entertained. Be ready for anything.
Russian - Who am I? Who am I? I am Risa! Shadow of the night. I have danced with death and survived. I once dated a Bazhooli. 
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