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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Monday May 23rd, 2017 - (Remember Time Zones)[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]

	[b][color=ed1c24]Grimm, Indiana:[/color][/b] Tim glanced up at the sky and looked at the clouds. "Sadly rain but it was supposed to hold off until this evening." Sighing he kept driving, rolling the windows up and putting on some music. If it was about to start storming the last thing he wanted was to deal with the inside of his car getting soaked. Sure the reports said this evening but Grimm never payed attention to what the news caster said, it had the weather it wanted when it wanted it. So was the way of the lands of a flat state. 

	Barney grunted as his eyes opened. That was a hell of a decent. He wasn't sure what happened but the plane was on the ground. Not sure what ground but on ground. Wires hanging from the ceiling as well as the little oxygen bags, a little fucking late for that. His chair had broken off his nest and was laying on its side but hey the seatbelt was still in tact. Unfastening it he landed on his knees and spit out some blood. That was a tooth that would need to be replaced. "Iris, where the fuck are you?" he yelled out in the cloud of smoke that was quickly filling the cabin. Or half a cabin? He could see the woods and the other side of the plane. Iris's half of the plane was a goof fifty feet on the otherside of the runway. Getting to his feet he started running towards it. 

	Maybe it was a good thing the landing strip was away from Grimm and in the woods. No one knew about it. Then again, maybe it was a bad thing because well - NO ONE FUCKING KNEW ABOUT IT! Tim sure as hell didn't as he pulled into Grimm proper, a small little town that still looked like a Norman Rockwell painting. Even the funeral home looked like a house, an old gothic house, but a house. Of course it was in a house. Pulling up to the curb in front of it Tim put the car in park. "Here we are, sure you two are good to get this?" he asked real fast. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Justice, California:[/color][/b] Zoie wasn't one to be out funned. She knew the song and knew it well. It came out not long after she had graduated high school. She had grown up in Wigneckville USA. The only music played down there on the major radio stations was R&B/Rap on one station, and country on the other. (Leesburg could probably be blamed for I Played Chicken With A Train.) So of course, she sang right along with Mali and gesturing right back at her as they drove towards her home. Relic just looked at the girls and then stuck his nose right back into his computer. "Y'all are fucked up you know that right?" was all he said, which of course made Zoie roll her eyes. 

	"Fucking scrub," she laughed before giving a few more directions. They would be pulling up to her house soon but perhaps not soon enough as she caught a glimpse of smoke off in the distance. "Step on it..." she said as she leaned up in the seat, hers was the only building out this way for miles. If something was burning it was her home or the barn...

	Back in Justice, things were as calm as one could hope for when it came to the Gonzalez familia. Maria eyed Caesar. "Sometimes it takes a stronger man not to throw a punch than to let his anger get the better of him," she said before going with Keystone. She wasn't leaving her grandson right then, not when her daughter had just died. Climbing into the back seat with Liam she got comfortable and fastened her seat belt. "We should get to know each other, since I am taking over here," she said as she jingled some plastic keys in front of Liams face to keep him entertained. 

	[b][color=ed1c24]Texas/Mexico Border:[/color][/b] To say that Natasha was stubborn was an understatement. The woman was driven and once she put her mind to something there was nothing to stop her except herself, and even then she would push herself far too far hard for far too long. A prime example was how she just shook her head and kept coughing while she spoke brokenly. "No, I'm good, let's just get over the border," she said, each word coming between another hack. 

	The line was long but it wasn't near as bad as it could have been. By the time they got to the gate Natasha had managed to get the coughing under control. Her eyes were still watering and blood shot from the coughing fit but she managed to keep it together while their passports and ids were checked. The car was searched but no more than most. Good thing about being two pale skinned girls with lighter eyes, they were usually waived through quickly. Once on the other side though, things took a turn for the worse as Natasha cough returned and this time it wouldn't stop, blood coming up with each hack. "Pull over," she managed to get out as she held her soaked tissue to her mouth.